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You don't have the time for a game, you know that. I know I need friends, and that you think mutant friends would be even better, considering. But you don't need to toss me anywhere but here. I can make friends in this place. I've already got one!

Besides, I don't like school too much anyway. Plus I don't think my aunt would be too happy about sending me to New York. It's so far.

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My mun has two characters there and plans to send me along as well. It's a high quality game, even if they did reject poor Christopher out of principle. But aren't you a bit young to get in?

Edited (Can't spell tonight, derp.) 2013-04-18 05:06 (UTC)

My mun's got the attention span of-

[She's trying to think of something suitable here. The Trix Rabbit on a dozen cans of Jolt Cola?]

Well, she wouldn't be able to keep up. She hasn't managed it before, either.

[She's not trying to be mean, honestly, but it's true]

...I'm sorry they didn't take Christopher, I really like him. He deserves a nice place. [But enough of her silliness. How old does this guy think she is, anyway?]

I'm thirteen.

[Indignant look, what indignant look?]

They may surprise you. It's a nice enough place, much as I am loathe to go there.

You appear younger. My apologies. Though this does make Christopher's affections for you less creepy.

She'll probably take another look at it. She does that, goes over stuff a few times before she makes up her mind.

How young, exactly? [Using that against an adult? She'd never. Maybe. She looks a little surprised at the last bit]

What, like-

[She's blushing again, darn it]

Yes, exactly like what you're thinking of, though God knows he's having a hard time admitting it to himself. He's quite charmed by you. It makes sharing a headspace profoundly difficult.

And I would have guessed ten or eleven.

[She's doing an amazing job right now not bouncing with glee. Completely contained, here. Okay, except for the smile]

...Yeah, I guess I can see that. I'm kind of short, after all.

Just remember: break his heart and I will break you. I'm his friend, however strange it may seem, and we're roommates in this head. I will know if you hurt him.

[Gee, that was nice. She understands where he's coming from, though. It'd be the same if it was her friend. Still, there's going to be some glaring going on for a moment]

I'll sic my sketch mice on you. Godzilla too.

[There, threats now out of the way (hopefully), Wren nods]

I'll do my best not to.

[Because why would she want to?]

Good. So long as we're very clear on that point.

We are.

So...what can you do?

[Something way more intimidating than cottonball mice made out of pencil and a chalk Godzilla, she's sure]

I can control light.

How so?

[Now she's curious. As long as he doesn't try and use it on her. She really needs to start thinking of ways to use her power defensively. Throwing chalk cookies at people isn't going to cut it]

I can make bolts of light hit things and screw with lightsources around me. Blow them out, make them brighter or dimmer, the usual.

The usual? That's really neat. You and Christopher both have better powers than I do.

[That's not a pout. It's a trick of the light. Yep]

I know Christopher would disagree with that, and my mun keeps pointing out how much potential I have, but-

[She shrugs a little, then smiles]

Guess we'll see.

It's disgusting. Powers are an abomination and so are we.

[That stops her in her tracks for a second]

What? No they aren't! Neither are we!

[Gee, and things were going so well, too]

We hurt people and destroy lives. We never should've been born.

Maybe some of us do, but that doesn't mean all of us do. Don't you realize that? Everybody deserves a chance.

Powers misfire. People die. Innocent, good people who never deserved it.

That doesn't mean-

Did that happen to you? Did somebody-

[Here's to hoping he doesn't bite her head off]

[He laughs, this horrible broken sound that turns into a sob he's choking back, clenching a fist to his chest and breathing deeply to keep it together.] Christopher was right, you are good.

[Wren wants to hug him, she really does; it's more instinct at the moment, and she starts to move toward him before she stops short. As much as he needs it, she doesn't think he'd appreciate it. So she stands there awkwardly, biting her lip]

Yeah, well...I'm just me.

It's frightening, that you'd guess that so quickly... I must be obvious.

No, it's not that.

[Frightening? Ouch]

Maybe I've got some empathic stuff on top of the chalk thing. Or I'm good at reading people?

[Yeah. That's it]

Probably the latter.

ooc: Need to go fall over and sleep now. See ya later~

Edited (Because ooc notes are fun!) 2013-04-18 07:38 (UTC)

...I'm trying to make it so no one can guess it. It has to stay secret.

What happens if you can't?

I don't even want to think about that. But no matter; I shall simply improve so that it never comes to pass.

But-

[No, she'll leave it. If he wants to carry on that way...]

Good luck, then.

[It's going to bug her]

Do you want a cookie? I've got some real ones I baked, not the chalk one I made Christopher.

[She can't help the little smile that appears as she pulls the baggie out of her jacket pocket. These things look even less like cookies than her chalk drawing did, but at least they taste better. Yes, she actually tried one of her own creations]

Chocolate chip.

I... [He looks lost before timidly reaching out to take it from her.] I'll try to keep it down. I have a habit of throwing up when I'm nervous, so no promises. The day may yet hold stressors of that kind.

If you're worried about that, it's okay, you can eat it later.

[Wren tilts her head a bit and watches him for a second before returning the other cookies to her pocket]

I used to do that when I was a kid and it rained. Because of...but I outgrew it.

You'll be all right, try not to worry about it too much.

Edited 2013-04-18 23:14 (UTC)

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