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—CONNOR BELL.

OPHELIA. ( @electricphe )

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        not as bad as it looks? connor grimaced in concern, trying to catch another glimpse of ophelia’s arm. they were carrying it pretty close to their chest, so it was hard to tell, but what he’d caught in the split second he had seen it, the cut had seemed quite deep. ❛ i think we’re going to have to agree to disagree on that. ❜ their grin did nothing to convince him. while he didn’t know what their particular issue was with hospitals, he could understand - a lot of people didn’t like them. but that bleeding needed to be stopped. connor moved forward to see what he could do about the situation, but was startled into stopping when ophelia called out the warning. ❛ right! the gloves, yes… ❜ that could have been a stupid move. the other scientist had already previously explained to him, in somewhat uncertain terms, what their mutation was - best to keep his distance.

        connor reached for the rubber gloves and immediately pulled them on. next, he went around to grab the first aid kit. opening it, his eye glanced over surgical thread, disinfectant, needle - everything they needed was there. he was about to place the kit in front of ophelia, then hesitated. brow furrowed, connor leaned toward them to try and inspect the wound once more, and weighed up the risks. ❛ it’s going to be difficult for you to do it yourself, at that angle. are you sure? i’m… i’m willing to give it a go. ❜ 

       he held up his hands. ❛ got the gloves. ❜

      —ϟ The sight of their own blood was enough to make the bottom of their stomach stir in nausea, they could handle EVERY element in the periodic table but the viscous crimson liquid was something that always made them uneasy. Hazel gaze averting quickly from their arm, they focused on random spots around the place. Even though they were going through it all, the hospital option was still very much off-limits. The white walls and floors reminded Ophelia too much of their fiancée who laid comatose because of their uncontrollable palms. Before moving to Aglæca, they had spent every waking moment beside Delphine, hoping for the universe to give them SOMETHING; a twitch, movement of their fingers, some sort of response they could hold to. But ultimately received none, and the uncertainty was painful.

      —ϟ Ophelia looked positively GREEN as Connor placed the entirety of the first aid kit in front of them and suddenly their earlier motivational speech meant nothing. They swallowed thickly against the nervously iron fist that banded around their throat and quickly shook their head. ❝ I take back what I said, you do it, please. ❞ Slowly they unveiled their cradled arm to show the cut that ran below their elbow. ❝ If I pass out, don’t worry you, I have a faint heart. ❞ The words were in jest, to lighten up the mood, but it might as well be a possibility. ❝ Be careful. ❞ The biochemist added softly, not really knowing what kind of reaction their skin would give. 

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TRIO.

OH GOD.

E a r l y   M o u r n i n g   ; ;   C e n t r e t o w n  .  { Jacob | Ophelia | Hanna }

              he wasn’t quite familiar with most of the mutants who’d gone missing  ;  or none  ,  at least  ,  save for beatrix humphrey  ,  about whom jacob was quite concerned  ,  both for herself and for her husband  .  it was a tragedy  ,  how this town was slowly falling apart but  ,  quite frankly  ,  the young lad was most disappointed to hear that he couldn’t partake in the search - and - rescue mission alongside his most trusted mentor  ;  felix had become a sort of emotional anchor which  ,  oddly enough  ,  grounded him  .  but the people he was instead selected to search with seemed friendly at least  ,  and the bright - eyed boy was more than pleased to be partitioned into the centretown group  ,  especially since it meant the ability to bring his trusted pup  ,  angel  . 

              in fact  ,  jacob might go so far as to say the white ball of fluff was their fourth member  ,  a secret weapon  ,  and though he was definitely not the investigating sort  ,  the placebo did have a passion for helping others  ,  so he would do whatever he could  ,  as best as he could  .  except  ,  right now  ,  his best consisted of him perched on a bench in town  ,  eyes skipping from person to person as the crowd from the selection subsides until eventually it was just the three of them remaining  .  

             ❝                       i’m jakey !        ❞   offered he by way of introduction  .   ❝       and this is angel  .  i  ,  uh  .  .  .   disappear sometimes  ?  by accident  ?   things go right through me  .  .  .   like a ghost  !  or  ,  no  .  not a ghost  .  those are  s c a r y  .  .  .      ❞     a pause as the hayes combs brunet strands from his visage  ,  lakeside hues flicking between both of his search - mates  .  he knew  ,  rationally  ,  that he wasn’t the brightest of the lot  ,  that he wouldn’t be much assistant in any department  ,  really  ,  but he had spirit  ;  and that had to count for something  ,  right  ?    ❝        i’m not sure where we should start looking  ,  but  .  .  .   i’m all up for any ideas  !  what do y’all think  ?         ❞

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a child, hanna thought incredulously as jakey introduced himself to her. they’ve paired me up with a fucking child. that he was twenty-three didn’t much matter. his upbeat attitude – dare she call it optimism ? – in the face of such a tragedy had her convinced that he was nothing less than a little boy, and a heavy weight began to settle at the bottom of her stomach  as he continued on, talking about his dog, his powers, something hanna didn’t hear as she very quickly stopped listening, ears beginning to ring. it wasn’t jakey’s fault that she stared blankly at him, through him; he seemed a nice enough kid.  it just so happened that, overnight, she had lost everyone who she truly cared about on the island, and being paired with the youth didn’t exactly fill her with confidence that her lost friends would be found.

her skin crawled every time she thought about it. had ruby come home the night before ? or had she been at the circus still, helping to clean up after the first party ? had they snatched her on the way home ? had they been in their apartment, across the hall ? had ruby screamed, fought, done anything ? had she slept through the songbird’s kidnapping, ignorant and oblivious in the black of the night ? the thought of it made her sick, but oh, god, she couldn’t get it out of her mind. i could have helped her, she thought despairingly. i could have tried. i could have done something, anything, fuck –

matty had been announced missing too, and initially, hanna had seized upon it as a way to assuage her guilt. if the two were gone, they must have been together when they were taken, right ? they were inseparable. they could help each other. they could escape – but what if they had both been in the apartment, two people taken, and her none the wiser ? her thoughts chased one another around her mind, guilt pursuing anger, pursuing despair, pursuing the faintest glimmer of hope that they might be okay, that they might be found. there was another member of the search party, wasn’t there ? she didn’t know her, hadn’t known jakey ‘til he had opened his mouth – perhaps, the third person could be useful.

❛ ghosts aren’t real, kid, ❜ she managed after a long moment of silence, pulling herself back to reality, addressing the last snatch of conversation she had caught as she ran a hand through messy hair, unwashed, unbrushed, unstyled – upon realizing she was alone, and receiving the summons to the town square, she had simply thrown on her clothes from the evening before and run from the house, panic growing at the sight of the empty streets. ❛ and even if they were, there are far worse things out there. ❜ how cryptic. how true.

introductions, though – hadn’t they been making those ? their names had been called as they had been grouped together, but already, hanna had forgotten their companion’s, was forgetting jakey’s, was barely hanging on to her own. conversation could be grounding, though; could help reign in the panic she still felt before it transitioned into sheer terror. folding her arms, she looked down, lips curling back to reveal sharp teeth, growing sharper. not quite a smile – something more like a warning. ❛ hanna. people call me skeletor. ‘ dinah called her skeletor, bright, beautiful, vivacious dinah, who had disappeared overnight with everyone else, who could be dead for good this time, for all she knew. could you die twice ? would they use dinah to find out ? don’t think about it, she scolded herself desperately, but how could she not ?

❛ … skeletor, yeah. ❜ dark eyes turned upwards to meet jakey’s, teeth still elongating, sharp, pointed. feral. ❛ and i can turn into somethin’ you could really be scared of. ❜

call it dramatics; a test; a coping mechanism. a way to sound her companions out, to make sure they could hold their nerve. still, after a moment, the teeth –  the fangs – began to recede, as hanna let out a shaky exhale. as annoying as jakey’s optimism was, maybe it would be useful. negative thinking and guilt didn’t seem to be doing her much good. if only she could bottle his attitude. she looked towards jakey for a moment, trying to gauge his reaction, before turning her gaze to their companion, posing a different question, rather than echoing jakey’s much more useful one.

❛ did you … is there anyone you know who’s missing ? ❜ another empty smile, tinged with bitterness. ❛ or are you one of the lucky ones, with everyone accounted for ? ❜

      —ϟ Ophelia had been in the middle of trying to move a fridge magnet when the report had hit their solitary laboratory and they had come stumbling through. The news had been absolutely TERRIBLE, terrifying even, they had come to Aglæca as a safe haven and as a place of new discoveries, and during their first weeks it had been just that. Until NOW. It pained their golden heart to see all those affected by the tragedy, strangers and friends alike, the auburn haired tried to give an encouraging smile to everyone that meet their eyes. They weren’t an expert on investigating such things, but they had SCIENCE on their side, and if there was one thing the biochemist trusted more than anything was that EVERYTHING could be known if studied enough.

      —ϟ The auburn haired was covered head to toe in black, a first for them, but they thought it would camouflage their body into the night; that or they could be watching too many action movies before bed. Finishing the look was a black ribbon that kept their unruly curls away from the visage and their trusty gloves, especially through emotional times as these they needed to maintain such dangerous UNCONTROLLABLE palms covered. Hanging from one of their shoulders was a satchel that contained items Ophelia thought were needed, including of course, a vial of nitroglycerin just in case they needed to get defensive. 

      —ϟ As soon as the search parties were rounded up the biochemist diligently went to where their group awaited. A young boy and a rather intimidating woman met their sight and nervously they adjusted their glasses further up their nose. It felt like high school all over again, except with a much darker outcome. Ophelia smiled WARMLY at the boy, he seemed too innocent for his outward age and immediately they felt the need to protect such a thing. The female on the other hand, considering her demonstration, clearly did not need ANY protecting. And they averted their gaze before she caught them STARING. Thankful for the night, less of a chance they’ll notice the sudden crimson in their cheeks, Ophelia gnawed on their bottom lip both in thought and nerves. 

      —ϟ ❝ I’m Ophelia, ❞ they pipped softly, their voice as soft as the wind. ❝ I don’t have a nickname, though I have been called a ‘nerd’ a couple of times. High school. ❞ Shoulders lifted in a shrug as if to say ‘high school is always the worst, right?’. They played with the ends of their gloves as they looked at the female that poised them a question. Sadness mixed with anxiety rattled through them like a lightning and they gave a very solemn nod. ❝ Her name is Juniper, we’re really close. We have to do everything to find them— all of the mutants. We just have put our heads together. Tackle this as if it were any other experiment. ❞ Though the last words were muttered very lowly, intended for their ears solely.

      —ϟ ❝ OH! I feel the need to warn you both I don’t really have much control over my power yet, especially in such stressful situations. I recommend no touching and keeping a good distance, just in case. ❞ Even though they FINALLY knew the main component of their mutation, they were still a risk to others, especially considering just how many energies they could manipulate without meaning to. ❝ Shall we start walking around? Maybe we could test soil for foot prints, or for any residual blood? They all couldn’t have been drudged, some of them had to have been taken by force which by conclusion should leave marks of some kind. It’s proven that people in distress make more mistakes. ❞ Only after realizing that they had rambled about, they shut their mouth with an audible click. ❝ ...but that’s just me, and my thinking. What do you guys suggest? ❞

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—KATHERINE BISHOP.

           Katherine stopped, blue eyes widening as she stared back at Ophelia, rambling and trying to reach some kind of a point. She didn’t know what it forced out of her chest— the short speech— but whatever it was, the Bishop was quick to suppress it, not knowing how to properly react to it. They pulled out a feeling, pushed her to search for a SINGLE memory of someone giving her flowers, and when she couldn’t find one, she felt her jaw clench. It wasn’t surprising—it shouldn’t have been; monsters weren’t worshiped with flowers and wine, blood was spilled at their feet instead. And with that, with a painful hit of her heart, before her mood went away completely and made her dive into the sea of regret, she shook her head.

            “Peonies sound nice,” was her only response with a fragile, short-lived smile and then she turned away to seek a distraction. 

          “Just focus,” spoke she in a silent voice, with the previous fire slowly fading out. It was a STUPID and even PATHETIC thing to be upset over, but it felt as if her past was a different person, reaching out this second—and her present was a demon occupying her body, trying to take away any hurtful or even beautiful memory that she had. Just in case. Just in case she changed her mind, and decided she wanted the control back.   

          They slipped away from her hands, fingers not holding theirs anymore, and raised higher and higher as Katherine watched their body float, hues full of curiosity and even awe. It took her a second, but she reacted fast, cussing under her breath as she could see them unable to control it—and after a while the power could have shut OFF, dropping them on the ground like nothing. “Stay there,” she responded to their question, even though it was a foolish thing to say. Quickly, and with a grace of feline, she climbed and jumped from one thing to another till she was high enough for her fingertips to connect with Ophelia’s—whilst it didn’t immediately give back control to the other mutant, Katherine managed to lower them to her own level, using their power as a tool, and wrapped one hand around their waist. “Alright, angelcakes, now we’re going to get down, and then try being a little more careful, or you’ll try to reach Luna next time.” Katherine slowly stepped down from her makeshift ladder first, then held out a hand, lest Ophelia wanted to hold onto her while they got down. “Are you feeling alright?”

      —ϟ Ophelia closed their eyes trying to calm the rapid beating of their heart lest it just made the situation worse, not that stranded in the ceiling was a PEACH to deal. ❝ Okay. ❞ They helplessly answered Katherine, before opening their eyes to find her climbing across items to get to them. Was the biochemist enjoying the view? Probably too much to be descent, making slight tanned cheeks crimson as they tried to focus their eyesight on some other thing, though it was quickly followed with SHAME. ❝ This reminds me of that scene in the Willy Wonka movie. ❞ Mouth further loosened due to the nerves, words flowed out without analyzing them. Yet their mind was high on the new development moving on an accelerated pace trying to fill the cracks of confusion these new discovery of their power left.

      —ϟ ❝ Yes, that would be quite terrible but exciting I’ve always wanted to visit the moon. Though the lack of oxygen certainly is a downer, and of course, gravity. ❞ Then they gasped excitedly, both from their train of thought and the sudden arm that wrapped around their waist. Completely encapsulated in what they were pondering, Ophelia failed to notice the offered hand of Katherine and got down from her makeshift ladder only to trip and fall on their butt, but the embarrassment didn’t register as they started to ramble what their brain was processing. ❝ Gravity! It’s gravity! Or rather GRAVITATIONAL FORCE. ❞ The biochemist exclaimed from the floor as they looked up at Katherine with eyes shining brightly with excitement. Getting up from the ground they quickly found a random ribbon to tie their hair with before continuing, ❝ but that doesn’t make sense, because I thought it was just electricity. But if it’s energy as a WHOLE? You know how many forms of energy are there? Like eight! ❞ But soon after they uttered the words, nerves and fears set in. ❝ Oh no, no, no, no, no. ❞

      —ϟ ❝ I’m barely managing to control just one but eight, EIGHT. ❞ They shook their head fiercely with widened eyes and anxious expression. ❝ I can’t do it, I can’t. You know last week I accidentally burned my TV, what’s next? The SUN?! ❞ Due to their emotions being so high their fingers started to cackle with sparks, something the biochemist barely noticed too focused on their rant, the veins underneath the skin glowing with light making them look more ethereal. ❝ You know what this is? The physics’ gods playing a mean joke on me, only because I said that quantum physics was the least important science. But I was only JOKING! You hear that, I was joking HA HA! ❞ These last sentence was belted at the ceiling as if they were actually talking to some higher power. 

1915 einstein.

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—SKYLAR REED.

She couldn’t help the roll of the eyes as the other talked about her naps. “Yes I have. After - It took me a week to recover and this is the result. But I think we can agree that the emergency warranted this.” 

Still to say that Sky was coping with the bombings wasn’t necessarily true. After all the only thing she was actually frightened of was death, and to see people hurt and her to be helpless to do anything. She could bring people from the break of death, but she couldn’t bring back the dead. 

“Besides sleep is boring and I’m way more interesting awake. It’s a stupid side affect and I’m not giving into it anymore.” There was a hint of a smile on her face, but only if you were quick enough to catch it.

      —ϟ Ophelia admired Sky for her perseverance during the awful situation that had been the bombings. Any other person, er mutant, would have crippled under the pressure and the stress, but she had not. 

      —ϟ ❝ But that doesn’t mean you SHOULDN’T take care of yourself, on the contrary, you should be focused on resting and getting healed. It probably took a lot from you. ❞ They replied with a concerned furrow in between their brows as they nibbled lightly on their bottom lip. 

      —ϟ Already noticing how stubbornly sensible the doctor was, Ophelia gave in slightly with a small warm smile thrown her way. ❝ Whatever you say, doc. ❞ The biochemist refocused their attention back to the papers at the table, hair that was not tied with a ribbon falling helplessly in front of their face. ❝ I think I can finally be absolutely sure of the source, like a hundred percent sure. ❞ They added referring to their power. ❝ You ready for this? Okay, ENERGY. ❞

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anyone would be lucky to date me. i was “a pleasure to have in class”

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—KATHERINE BISHOP.

             Ophelia was yet another of the people Katherine followed to Aglæca — in a way, she supposed. Some of them searched for help for themselves or their loved ones, some of them for more scientific reasons, and she was good with whatever; to her, it didn’t really matter. With them it was a touch different, she was curious too, as not every day one had the opportunity to meet someone with the ability to hold energy between their fingertips—seemingly human body, so tiny and fragile, but they were capable of great things, if only they put their mind to it. HOPEFULLY the same people who had taken previous group of mutants wouldn’t get to them just yet; a power like that would have been a great tool for evil matters. 

            “Flowers?” She repeated, stepping in, eyebrows arched at such an offer, “I must confess, have never been offered flowers upon my arrival before,” breathed out she with a light smile tickling the corners of her lips. The thought of rich colored peonies softened her features, but even so, the woman didn’t give a specific answer to their words. Ophelia had this w a r m t h around them that was not a usual thing to witness, or feel for that matter, and it made Katherine’s steps more gentle as she crossed the floor and into the laboratory. She looked around, judging gaze held there for a second, and then she nodded. It’ll do. “Well,” she began, clearing her throat, “For starters, you will not be needing t h e s e.” Instead of just asking for them to take the gloves off, Katherine reached out and removed them herself, already feeling the drops of electricity from their power silently begging to be released. “And now, I just want to see what we are working with. It won’t hurt a bit.” Another sleazy smile, somewhere between wicked and sincere, and she dropped off her jacket, her purse, and rubbed palms together. Carefully, she sought out of their hands, fingers wrapping around theirs and gave their mutation a push. 

      —ϟ They inclined their head to the side, auburn curls cascading down, it had been a spontaneous decision to leave the untamed hair free but in between their efforts to clean the place, they had forgotten to look for a ribbon or scrunchie. ❝ Really? Though that CAN be understandable, I wouldn’t be able to comprehend if no one had given you flowers ever because you know, you’re.. ❞ They cleared their throat as they noticed their mouth had escaped away from them in an another rambling. ❝ Beautiful. ❞ Finished the biochemist with an internal cringe as their awkwardness further proved why they rarely forced themselves to interact with people. ❝ Um, but, now you know. —Not that you’re beautiful, I’m sure you knew that but that I have a garden..with peonies. ❞ Sucking their bottom lip into their mouth, they forced themselves to just stop. 

      —ϟ ❝ Woah! ❞ They exclaimed as Katherine took their gloves off, on instinct they shoved their bare palms underneath their armpits. ❝ I don’t know how much of a good idea that was. ❞ They muttered almost to themselves as they waited with baited breath for her next move. Though at her next words their eyes widened and head shook quickly, glasses becoming crooked with the fast movement. ❝ I think we should consider taking it slow you know, ‘cause I have no idea how this works and— HOLY CANNOLI! ❞ Their vision abruptly became TOO bright, threads of energy appearing everywhere they looked, making them take off their glasses in an effort to make it better. And cautiously, they decided to reach out toward one of the threads and PULL, but they forgot that Katherine was amplifying their power which made their tugging more like a forceful YANK. 

      —ϟ Suddenly they were lifted off the air and suspended by some force they were manipulating. ❝ Oh my goddess, ❞ they screeched out more out of fear than excitement, thankfully they weren’t afraid of heights or that would have made the situation worse. Their body kept raising itself until their head bumped with the ceiling and they had to place their palms against it. ❝ Um, so this is new? I never imagined myself to be the person to RAISE the roof. ❞ Horrible puns were often uttered in times of distress, though this one was different from their usual science ones. ❝ What do I do now? ❞ They asked Katherine who from above still managed to look tall and powerful, perhaps it was the all black attire?

1915 einstein.

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pandorathelightkeeper:

sullivanmock:

clearliquors:

BOLD what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between 

loyal / disloyal / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess. 

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

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@%♀ツ (kath)

Text Meme

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Send “@” for a SCARED text:

( text ): I’m on the freaking ceiling and I can’t get down! Please help!

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text:

( text ): You think Einstein was a mutant? Or maybe Newton?

( text ): I like to think so

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text:

( text ): The hospital just called me

( text ): They’re going to disconnect Delphine 

( text ): What’s the point of life now?

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text:

( text ): I made you a bouquet! 

( text ): Image Sent

( text ): I also finally made a force shield?

( text ): But the flowers are clearly more important!

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1915 einstein.

—KATHERINE BISHOP.

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      —ϟ They wrung out their hands nervously, it was difficult to pinpoint the exact reason why anxiety was CRACKLING throughout their entire body, could have been as much for the fact they could finally be discovering the source to their power or could have been for the simple reason Katherine was very attractive. They clutched at the lab table as they stumbled around the room, they were trying to make the place more organized but it was a lost cause seeing as notes were scattered all throughout. Giving up on the cleaning task Ophelia looked down at their outfit and smoothed their hands down their skirt which was paired nicely with a maroon long sleeve top and the most essential accessory; their black gloves. Though they figured Katherine would want them off her hands, they kept them as a safety precaution that has turned into a HABIT. 

      —ϟ A knock on the door made them run to it, stumbling into furniture along the way, and opened it with an giddy smile. Fixing their crocked glasses the biochemist opened the door wider for the female to step through. ❝ Hi! Come in, come in, hopefully you didn’t get lost on the way. ❞ Their house was very distant from the city since they had wanted to make a greenhouse beside it, though not as far as Connor’s. ❝ Do you want anything? Food, drink, flowers? The peonies are really blooming right now. ❞ They mashed their lips together to stop any further rambling and walked back to their makeshift lab. It was the largest room in the house, marble white floors and pristine shiny metal tables filled with cylinders, books, and notebooks all around. They spent more nights there than in their own bedroom, mostly falling asleep on top of their notes that were filled with undried ink, the letters and passages getting copied onto their cheeks. ❝ So how should we start? ❞ Came the uncertain question falling from their lips as they shifted restlessly from one left foot to the other.

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—JUNIPER MORRISON.

°✧ — ❝ Oh, yes, ❞ Juniper nodded seriously, struggling to hide a grin, ❝ Most definitely. Scale quantity and length times width — hm. Maybe people besides me should start saying that. ❞

          As Ophelia linked their arm with her’s, Juniper let the grin show freely, pulling them along towards the path that lead to the strip. ❝ Y’know, I do some yoga in the mornings — ❞ ( because of course she does ) ❝ — and if you’re super duper serious about that exercise, maybe I could teach you a bit ? But free food for Ophelia, yes, that is our current mission. To yoga or not to yoga is a question we can answer later, yeah ? ❞

          As they continued to walk, the strip opened up to them soon enough. Seeing as it was lunch hour, there were plenty of people milling about the shops & on the sidewalk. Expertly, Juniper managed to d o d g e a few inattentive passersby, dragging Ophelia close to her side to get them to keep up. She threw an apologetic smile towards them as the two of them very nearly collided with a group of teenagers.

         ❝ It should be right down this way, ❞ she mused, turning a corner, ❝ It’s a cute little cafe that plays kitschy music and has terrible coffee, but the lunch menu and the deserts are worth it. ❞

      —ϟ They narrowed their eyes at Juniper with a smothered grin twisting their lips, slowly shaking their head at her words. ❝ Ha, ha, funny. ❞ And even though the remark was supposed to be delivered with a sarcastic edge, the words were said softly and with a giggle.

      —ϟ At the option of yoga being offered Ophelia remained quiet, their smile slipping only for a minuscule second. Delphine had been a full supporter in meditation, frequently tried to get the biochemist out of the lab and into the world of mindful peace and free of stress. ❝ Um, yeah, definitely a topic of discussion better debated with food in my stomach, I’m more compliant that way. ❞ Came the easy playful answer from their lips. 

      —ϟ It was quite difficult to keep up with the redhead seeing as they only had two LEFT feet, and they had a horrible tendency to trip over them. ❝ You know, I believe the food isn’t going to run out anytime soon. Maybe in a couple of decades the crops could become so polluted we might have to fabricate our food chemically, but that won’t happen for a LONG time. ❞ Ophelia said in retrospect to Juniper’s speed in dragging them along.

      —ϟ ❝ I’m going to ask you something VERY seriously and you can’t laugh.. ❞ They responded with a bit of a pout. ❝ What’s kitschy music? Is that the one with the bagpipes? ❞ The brunette was good in all matters relating to science but not in social aspects. ❝ As long as they have tiramisu, I’ll be fine. ❞

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      —ϟ There was something about storms, thunderstorms to be precise, that always managed to fascinate Ophelia. When they were younger their little bodies used to sit through entire news’ announcements and flipped through useless newspapers articles to check on the weather reports. Excitement filled their day as they sometimes discovered the chances of rain were high and a possible storm was announced. Back in the present, they stood in front of the window playing with the ends of their black gloves as the flashes made by the lighting brightened their face in flickers. Chewing on their bottom lip they looked back at Katherine with shy uncertainty, ❝ so what do we do now? ❞

      —ϟ It was also also becoming harder to ignore the certain call to join the darkened night and become one with the storm as it grew nearer where they were sheltering. 

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      —ϟ It had been a minor slip-up, a complete EMBARRASSMENT all in itself, and they refused to step foot in a hospital ever again; the white walls and marble floors were enough to give Ophelia painful flashbacks and reminders of what they had LEFT behind. ❝ It’s not as bad it looks. ❞ They tried to reassure him with a dimpled grin but it was tinged with pain as they cradled their bleeding arm close to their chest. Clumsiness ran through their two left feet into their formula riddled brain until they tripped on abandoned papers on the floor and skimmed the corner of a table, making a straight line appear across their skin. ❝ Remember the rubber gloves! ❞ Came the careful warning, it was hard to predict what they could and could not do as they didn’t have a general reason what was the base of their power. But considering the few times it had made itself known, they had imagined it was energy powered and until then, skin contact was OFF LIMITS— which made the process of trying to patch the wound up more difficult. ❝ Maybe if you just tell me what to do, I could do it? I don’t want you to get hurt. ❞

      —ϟ It would be a tough execution since the cut was across the forearm and deep enough to need stitches, but if Einstein could develop the theory of relativity alone surely they could do something a menial as this?

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      —ϟ Upon waking that day Ophelia would have never imagined to stumble upon such a thing. A box on the side of the road abandoned for all to see but DISMISSED by its lackluster appeal, they had been doing some afternoon walking needing the extra Vitamin D only the sun could provide when they saw the cardboard square. Hazel hues caught onto the movement it had made and curiosity had made them investigate what was inside of it. 

      —ϟ They had gasped in delight at seeing all the small animals in the box. The biochemist had never pondered the idea of having a pet, but surely this could a sign of some sort? ❝ You think we should take them to the vet? To make sure everything is alright? ❞ The brunette asked to the male, probably already intending on keeping ALL of them, as crazy at it seemed. 

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      —ϟ ❝ I still don’t understand why we thought this was a good idea! ❞ Ophelia PRACTICALLY yelled, it was rare for the biochemist to be heard with such loudness for they favored the quiet tones in their syllables. ❝ NO, don’t— be careful. ❞ They flinched away from Bijou as she started to reach out toward them, and even though Ophelia was covered they still didn’t want to risk it. Their stress was DANGEROUSLY stirring something inside, molecules pulsing and vibrating, the air becoming more static; electrified. ❝ Um, okay, let’s think. Where did we last place the key? ❞

      —ϟ They gnawed on their bottom lip in thought, they could remember all the information provided in the periodic table ( probably still recite it now in such a tense circumstance ), but could not remember simple MUNDANE things such as the location of a stupid key. ❝ Wait can’t you, you know, hack it? Grab a bobby pin or something— like in those spy movies! ❞

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      —ϟ Ophelia as per usual was covered from head to toe except from their face, not a sliver of skin was showing through. Ever since the altercation with Delphine had happened, they had avoided direct contact with people just in case their powers malfunctioned or decided to become EXPLOSIVE again. They stood against the corner of the elevator smiling politely at the female that had entered, their mind miles away, possibly in the hospital room where their comatose girlfriend laid. Where they even that anymore? They were SNAPPED back into reality when the elevator suddenly sputtered and creaked as if it were an old living being coughing up its last breaths, and then it just stopped. The biochemist looked around the small confinement with a shocked expression, ❝ Fiddlesticks, I hope no one is playing a mean joke on us. ❞ On automatic they walked to the closed metal doors and banged on them, rather gently in contrast to their circumstance. ❝ Excuse me, hello? We’re stuck! ❞

      —ϟ They looked back at the person they were trapped with and gave them a warm smile trying to light up the atmosphere. ❝ You wouldn’t happen to be an engineer who’s savvy with elevators? ❞