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kore_logs2013-04-06 03:14 am
hidingtiger) wrote in kore_logs2013-04-06 03:14 am
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take away these lines, it's making no sense to me but we don't care
Who: Raven Darkholme, Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier
What: Teeny tiny fairy screams, aka the mutants react.
When: Morning of day 58
Where: House 8
It honestly takes her a moment to realise what has happened.
When she wakes up, it seems like any other day. The sun is shining in completely unforgiving ways right into her eyes, because despite it being an issue every morning since she set up in the room in the first place, she still hasn't gotten around to closing the curtains properly. She forgets it's an issue until the morning, when the tiny crack of light cuts a sliver of light across her face.
Except this morning it feels a lot bigger, shining in her eyes a little brighter than normal and that naturally means she's a little more grumpy as she mutters under her breath about the damn curtains and how much the town sucks because of it. With a huff that normally gets accompanied by the tugging of a pillow over her face, she rolls over to her other side. She can't find the pillow though, and the blankets are bunches up uncomfortably under her shoulders, and basically this morning is shaping up to be seriously irritating already. Just great.
With a little more grumbling she finally cracks an eye open, and when she does it finally hits her just why all these things are slightly different than usual. The room has suddenly grown to ridiculously huge proportions, and she sits bolt upright as she stares around the room frantically.
...And that move doesn't help matters either. The moment she sits up there's a sudden feeling of relief followed by quiet fluttering, and a glance to the side reveals that there are wings humming away. On both sides. A hand quickly jerks back to feel at the centre of her back, and yeah...they're attached.
A minute of silence follows, and then as loud as she can, full of panic and distress that's sure to wake the resident telepath up, she starts screaming at the top of her tiny little lungs.
What: Teeny tiny fairy screams, aka the mutants react.
When: Morning of day 58
Where: House 8
It honestly takes her a moment to realise what has happened.
When she wakes up, it seems like any other day. The sun is shining in completely unforgiving ways right into her eyes, because despite it being an issue every morning since she set up in the room in the first place, she still hasn't gotten around to closing the curtains properly. She forgets it's an issue until the morning, when the tiny crack of light cuts a sliver of light across her face.
Except this morning it feels a lot bigger, shining in her eyes a little brighter than normal and that naturally means she's a little more grumpy as she mutters under her breath about the damn curtains and how much the town sucks because of it. With a huff that normally gets accompanied by the tugging of a pillow over her face, she rolls over to her other side. She can't find the pillow though, and the blankets are bunches up uncomfortably under her shoulders, and basically this morning is shaping up to be seriously irritating already. Just great.
With a little more grumbling she finally cracks an eye open, and when she does it finally hits her just why all these things are slightly different than usual. The room has suddenly grown to ridiculously huge proportions, and she sits bolt upright as she stares around the room frantically.
...And that move doesn't help matters either. The moment she sits up there's a sudden feeling of relief followed by quiet fluttering, and a glance to the side reveals that there are wings humming away. On both sides. A hand quickly jerks back to feel at the centre of her back, and yeah...they're attached.
A minute of silence follows, and then as loud as she can, full of panic and distress that's sure to wake the resident telepath up, she starts screaming at the top of her tiny little lungs.
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I haven't touched a drop of drink in weeks.
The minute he thinks this he realises several things. He can't feel Erik's mind. The sun literally burns him. And his eyes hone in on his tiny sized sister in a way that doesn't feel natural. Flattened against the wall he takes a breath ( one he doesn't need ) and calls out loud enough to be heard downstairs.
"Erik, we appear to have a problem."