School of the Mutants ~ RP ~ players needed

[MollyBrownROX13]

Angelos flew down, landing next to Luna. He folded his wings behind him. "Hello."

Luna jumped at the guy's sudden appearance. "Hi..." She said, putting her gloves back on and she shifted in her frozen seat.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

"So does that work the other way round?" Angelos asked, gesturing to the swing set.

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

"So does that work the other way round?" Angelos asked, gesturing to the swing set.

"Yes, but I can't really control it." She said, slightly embarrassed. She hated that she couldn't control her powers.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

"You're new, huh?" said Angelos, "Few people can at first. For me, one came easy. Instinctively, even. The other…not so much. Still hurts, but I'm used to it."

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

"You're new, huh?" said Angelos, "Few people can at first. For me, one came easy. Instinctively, even.  The other…not so much. Still hurts, but I'm used to it."

"No, I'm not new... I've been here for a month or two. And I've had my powers since I was 9 or 10... I'm told I was one of the youngest to ever get my powers." She said. She frowned, realizing he had said something that didn't make sense. "What hurt?"

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Angelos shifted, "My, uh, my wings. Guess yours work differently."

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

Angelos shifted, "My, uh, my wings. Guess yours work differently."

"Oh... Ya, mine are permanent." She frowned as she looked at her wings. "So, you can make yours go away?" She looked back at him.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

"Go away? Not really. They're part of my anatomy. But uh - Well, maybe it's easier to show you. Just - just don't freak out, okay?" said Angelos, fingering a downy feather.

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

"Go away? Not really. They're part of my anatomy. But uh - Well, maybe it's easier to show you. Just - just don't freak out, okay?" said Angelos, fingering a downy feather.

"Wouldn't freak me out. It probably just interest me... I wish I would make mine not show." She said.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

"Oh no, believe me, you don't." Angelos turned so his back faced her. He gritted his teeth. His wings began to shrink and molt. The cuts reopened in his back. The now tiny, featherless wings retreated into his back. The wounds sealed, leaving the usual scars. He grabbed the small towel from his pocket and wiped away the blood. Angelos turned to face her, "See?" he said, panting slightly, "Not fun."