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Futuristic The Genesis Bullet (Semi-futuristic Mutant RP, Open and Accepting!)

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Fish maintained eye contact with the large satyr as he stood, nodding back at him in gratitude for his response, then glanced around the room. She wasn't sure what to make of the demonic-looking being, with his silence and all of the emotional composure of a toddler. His transparency, however, was a welcome simplicity after being unceremoniously (although the party could be considered an informal initiation of sorts) thrust into an organization she knew nearly nothing about. The changes to her form were welcome-- her gills looked as if they'd be fully functional, and wearing a swim cap becomes unnecessary once you're bald-- but she would have to learn more about the institution before dedicating herself to it. Blinking, Fish realized she might as well start that quest for knowledge with getting to know her new colleagues.


"D'ya have a name, big guy?" She craned her neck back to meet his eyes once more. "I'm Fish, now. I used to have another name, but the past's the past. Gotta appreciate the present," she said, more-so reassuring herself than him. "And how about your friend over there?" She asked, motioning towards the rocky figure standing next to her new acquaintance. She took a step back, simply so she'd be able to fit both of them in her view at once.


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Margaret took a quick sip of her drink after she finished the first song, hissing to the strength of the hard spirits running down her throat to sit in her stomach like a hot stone and sighed, lowering it back down to the table before trying to think of another song to play. Her sapphire eyes glanced towards the three figures on the dance floor, a woman with a more amphibian or fish-like appearance looking very...happy was trying to converse with the large jade eyed figure and a human beside it. Upon the gaze from the large behemoth, Margaret offered a warm smile and softly nodded her head towards the giant, fingers resting on the keys again.


What if she were to try and make the others a little more comfortable with something more familiar...in their control?


"Hey..." she called out to everyone in her new team. "Anyone have any requests?" she inquired, fingers playing another old jazz tune she knew off the top of her head.


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Demon looked down at the girl. She seemed to be taking it all so well that he couldn't contain it anymore and started to chuckle. His voice rumbled and echoed in the room as he reached down and casually spun the girl in tune with the music. He couldn't keep up with her when she spoke quickly, but he did understand that she was asking his name. He pointed to himself. "Demon." It was a bit much to speak, but at least he could talk again. As long as he remained calm and dulled the instincts it seemed he could speak in simple manners.


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Rook had left Hayden to his own, figuring the bearded man to just head for the bar and drink away his sorrows, it was safe to assume he'd be alright. He browsed the space for a target of conversation and noticed quite a bit of...anger, in the room. Everyone hated the man who'd done this to them. They hated him so much, and yet he'd done nothing but his best to make sure they all weren't dead. Rook was too logical to be harmed by the man'w words. The severity of their situation had come all to clear to his mind. This was a plea for help, not a death sentence. He'd brought them here out of necessity, not dark intention. It seemed like Rook was one of the only people who felt that way however...


He noticed from the corner of his eye that the small winged girl had perched herself in the corner, trying to hide away from the group. A good margin of the group actually, had taken the silent oath themselves. It made Rook a bit angry, to see the only people he could call his own all hiding from one another, so selfish as to think their new lives were a way of cursing them. Did they have no desire to help their world? No love of country? Seemed as though even when surrounded by others just like them all they could hold was personal agendas.


In his newly disgruntled mood he approached the ball of wings and poked angrily at the feathers. "Hey you, mopey. You wanna grow up and realize you're not the only one who got screwed over in this deal? It's over now, we're here, and if you wanna survive I suggest you quit moping and start making friends or you're gonna be left to deal with the mutants who didn't get their brains back when they woke up." he growled, his face as stone-like as his newfound skin. He didn't like what had happened to him either, but he wasn't as stupid as to think that this was something done to hurt him.




Michael had found Aurora's eyes in the crowd and given her a soft nod, to make her feel better. Though he wouldn't have minded staying with her, he knew she'd have to start finding her own way of getting around, and he would only serve as a crutch for her now. He decided to cut himself some slack and headed for the bar. He sat quietly, but politely nodded to those around him. Some scowled and turned away, most didn't even respond. The man behind the bar was silent too, but he made a questioning gesture inquiring to Michael's order. Not wanting to break the silence, Michael simply pointed to the lime bowl and the rum and the bartender was clever enough to whip up a mojito. As the burly man set the glass down a girl screamed and hurled a bottle into a wall.


It was a lightning fast reaction. The bartender's left hand had his gun out in the blink of an eye, pointed straight at the girl's head. Finger on the trigger. Michael panicked and grabbed the barrel, jutting it up. "Easy!! Easy...she's not going off the reservation just yet. Don't overreact or you'll scare the whole party into a fritz, you really want that?" The bartender said nothing, but stowed his weapon. Michael took his drink and looked to the girl, curled but probably not feeling all too well having had a gun that large pointed right at her. The social problems he was used to solving were for soldiers or young children, and the people around him were mostly neither. Even still, he had to try. He approached the girl slowly, one hand stuffed in his pocket while the other held his drink. "Word of advice, when you've just stepped into a room full of people trained to kill, you really shouldn't be making and loud violent gestures. It tends to attract the wrong kind of attention." he explained, sitting down at the chair across from her. "They called me Ignis, what'd you get?"


He didn't expect much, but he knew as well as anyone that having someone there was better than dealing with a hardship alone.




Marble had enjoyed watching the interaction between Demon and the little fishy girl. Demon was good at not breaking things, just like he was. Marble often gave him pats on his crowned head, to signify that he was doing a good job. Marble noticed he was addressed, but didn't catch the question. He gestured to his tower, similar to Demon's but a bit more neatly stacked. Marble had been making them for quite some time now. Once they entered the party room the two had been given real building blocks and not pieces of floor, which was nice. Marble explained the situation by taking a block and stacking it on top of his tower, then taking another piece and handing it to Demon. He finally gathered a few pieces and dropped them on the ground in front of Fish. This was how they operated. Friendship through simple architecture. VERY simple architecture.


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Fish, startled by the spin but welcoming it, couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. When she returned to the ground, which was quite far below the level at which she'd been twirled by Demon, she clarified her previous statement, saying "Fish" and pointing at herself. She then looked up at the stone behemoth who had deposited a stack of massive building blocks in front of her. "Your name?" She asked, searching his eyes for understanding. She'd have to learn how best to communicate clearly for the comprehension of the tallest members of the team. Fish was careful to articulate her speech, using a clear upward inflection to indicate that it was a question, and gestured, palm facing upwards, towards the so-far silent being. While waiting for a reply, she took it upon herself to attempt to stack a block. The weight was no problem for her enhanced strength, but the width of the cube was unwieldy.


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Marble recognized the question this time, but of course he could do little more than rumble, having no mouth, or even a breathing apparatus. He wondered how he was alive for a moment, but then he forgot about it. It was at that point that his favorite person, Lauren, came over, climbing onto Marble's arm and up his body before sitting on his head. Marble was careful to keep his torso still, and calmed himself as he started to stack blocks again, knowing that his translator would be here to speak for him for now. He did take a moment to pick up Fish's block and turn it the other way, so that she could grab it by the narrow edges.


"His name is Marble, he's not ignoring you he's just not the most talkative fellow. He's actually quite the good listener, believe it or not." Lauren explained, patting Marble's head much more forcefully than most beings would appreciate, but Marble actually had a hard time feeling it to begin with.


"Fish, right? Good to have you here. I'm in charge of all the Overgrown, besides all the other things I do here. Marble here was the first Overgrown, actually, or at least the first one who lived over a week after revival. They're impressive creatures, but their over-developed mutation can cause a lot of problems for some. Doc thinks that part of the reason Marble did so well was because he was in such bad shape when he got the bullet. The last few groups are starting to show that the worse condition the bullet leaves you in, the better off you are during the mutation phase. Interesting stuff, right?"


Lauren of course, was one of few who actually believed this to be interesting...though Marble loved listening!


@Lungfish
 
Vampire

Vampire was the name bestowed upon the blue haired girl that sat with her wings curled around her in a lazy fashion in a corner chair in the bar, seemingly blending in by how little she bothered to move, almost like a piece of furniture. Had she not been herded here with the rest she most likely would have stayed in her room and taken a nap. Although, she had to admit the prospect of meeting her new 'comrades' was interesting. To be quiet clear, the fact of meeting the rest was the only thing keeping the winged girl concious, despite the music and the booze coupled with the two or three hilariously huge giants in the room she found the 'party' relatively boring.



It was quite clear by her face and how she was slightly distanced from the rest yet close enough that she was noticeable if one wished to know her she wasn't a party girl, hell she was barely a 'move to the fridge and get food' girl. She tugged lightly at the rather plain white t-shirt that she'd been provided, even the damn clothes were boring and too loose fitting for her tastes. Eventually, she decided to amble her way over to the bar and get herself a glass of wine, making sure she didn't smack anyone upside the head with her wings as she did. She really didn't feel like having that happen, despite it happening when she arrived to the base, she'd absolutely decked some random low ranked lackey by pure accident.



Then again, maybe it'd teach him not to walk so close to a Natural with wings that were more or less giant high powered kevlar? Lazily she took a sip from her glass and looked around the room. She chose not to initiate conversation, but rather, decided that if anyone wanted to talk to her they could easily do so themselves.



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Ribbon

Ribbon was a bit bummed out that she had to leave the gloves for her ribbons in her room, she wanted to play with them more after all, but of course she understood the risk involved. After all, none of them really trusted each other after all. She never really was much of a drinker, so whereas everyone else had a drink of some kind, she simply opted for a bottle of water. Curiously she sat in a chair near the middle of the room, watching everyone. They were all so different, especially the towering giants that outright dwarfed herself, yet all same at the sametime. Connected, if only minorly.



Her current issue was finding out who to talk to first, everyone seemed so different and she wanted to get to know each and every one of them. Eventually, she settled on the Fish girl and the towering giants. Practically skipping over she waved to them excitedly. "
Hey!" She greeted happily to accompany her wave. "I'm Ribbon, or, at-least I am now. Awkward and untimely introduction, but, I decided I wantes to meet you guys first!" She added, seemingly overly excited and not exactly off put by two gigantic beings that could easily crush her if they so please.





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A hint of a smile barely curled on Margaret's lips to seeing some of the group start to interact with one another, positively or negatively, the exposure was still there. She smiled more at the site of the massive Marble returning to his blocks, tilting her head to the side at the marvel of the giants that were Overgrowns, towering above everyone. Her eyes turned towards the bar not too far away to see another figure having taken the chance to take a glass from the bartender of their selected poison.


"Hey," she called gently towards the woman with wings. "Any songs you want to hear?" she offered, fingers resting on the keys to wait for an answer.


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Demon looked at Laura. From what he gathered she was someone important. "Boss?" He pointed to her as he asked the question. Simple enough. Was she in charge of them or not? He wasn't one for playing games and the way the two women spoke was too quick. However, the gun being drawn from the corner triggered something in him. He grabbed hold of one of the blocks and was ready to hurl it when the revolver was put away. Demon's breathing was heavy as he tried to calm down from the startling realization that he was so instinctive.


Another small person walked up to the satyr and he felt the urge to just pet her as she seemed rather adorable. She was a small girl and it made him want to treat her like a rabbit or other cuddly creature. Her words moved too fast for him to gather his thoughts as quickly as he'd like but after a bit of thinking he realized she'd introduced herself. He pointed down at her. "Ribbon." Then he pointed to himself "Demon." Then nodded. His head started hurting and he gripped it with two of his hands. Hurt. Thinking.







Heather felt someone approach her and opened her wings. "You should think before you make an assumption lummox. I'm not here moping. Parties? Getting to know each other? They're a waste of time. We're freaks that'll be sent out to kill enemies that normal humans can't. The most I need to know about you is your name and what you're capable of. That way I can make the best decisions on how to use you." With an air of haughtiness that would come from a queen, Heather stood up and grinned. "The name's Feather. My wings are lined with metallic feathers that apparently can cut through stone. At least, that's what I've seen them do. You?" Brief interactions were Heather's specialty. No need to go beyond the bare essentials.




Marie felt the pressure of the bar tender aiming the gun at her. She merely wanted to yell at him to pull the trigger but some guy decided to get involved instead. Annoyance. She nearly spit at the man as he approached her. Ignus? She looked at his hands that seemed to be close to blazing. I see. "You and I won't get along too much Ignus. I'm Aqua." She formed a smirk as she waved her hand and the water surrounded his fists. "Needless to say, I'm your opposite." She could feel the alcohol from earlier kicking in and loosened up a bit. She was very much a lightweight. "Anywho, what do you want?"


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A hint of a smile barely curled on Margaret's lips to seeing some of the group start to interact with one another, positively or negatively, the exposure was still there. She smiled more at the site of the massive Marble returning to his blocks, tilting her head to the side at the marvel of the giants that were Overgrowns, towering above everyone. Her eyes turned towards the bar not too far away to see another figure having taken the chance to take a glass from the bartender of their selected poison.
"Hey," she called gently towards the woman with wings. "Any songs you want to hear?" she offered, fingers resting on the keys to wait for an answer.


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Vampire

Vampire quirked a brow at the Overgrowns playing with freakishly over sized building blocks and the girl roughly her age running over and talking to them like they were her friends since childhood. Vampire, on the other hand, was slightly offput by the giant behemoths. She was unsure how exactly they were able to keep them under control, it didn't exactly look like bullets or anything shy of a nuclear explosion would damage them. Although, they seemed fairly dumb so she assumed they were easily ordered around due to their intelligence, or lack thereof.



Shortly after the woman on the piano called out to her, or at-least she assumed it was her. From where she was sitting it was either her or the burly bartender behind her, and she figured he wasn't much of a talker or a music lover, so that lead her to believe she was infact the one being spoken to. Sighing she looked the woman over who was clearly 'Augmented', one of the lucky lil bastards that had gotten out of the ordeal without being freakishly mutated yet still useful. Though, Vampire could safely say she by no means disliked what she had gotten, quite the contrary. However, it was obvious she wouldn't be able to go out normally as she pleased, but that didn't really bother her seeing as how she was a decently lazy person.



Thinking for a few minutes on a song choice she shrugged, one simply couldn't play techno or heavy metal on a piano, so she couldn't immediately think of a song choice. "
Not a real big fan of most piano music..but if anything I'd prefer Mozart." She replied before standing. Grabbing a chair she made the effort to move it over to the woman who had decided to speak with her. She might as well, it was the least she could do seeing as she made the concious effort to ask her specifically what music to play. She wondered if she even knew how to play Mozart, but seeing as she was on a piano, she assumed she did. If she didn't, she didn't really care what she played either way.
 
Flinching when Demon picked up a block and looked ready to hurl it, Fish gently touched his giant hand and made a series of soothing sounds. "Shhh, shhh. Calm down, buddy." Fish's train of thought was interrupted, however, when an awfully chipper teen approached their quartet.


"Hey Ribbon, I'm Fish," she introduced herself simply, then turned her attention back to Lauren and Marble.


"Well, nice to meet you, Marble," Fish said, before looking up at the elegant woman perched atop his head. "And what might your name be?" She asked. "This is normally the part where we'd shake hands but, er, the difference in elevation between the two of us might make that a bit tricky," she smiled, shrugging before continuing. "And yeah, the scientific aspects do sound interesting. I've heard a lot of doctor-talk in my time, so it might not go too far over my head." Fish shook her head, not able to resist adding on a joke. "Although, most things literally go over your head when you're four and a half feet tall." She rolled her eyes at her own quip, acknowledging its immaturity. "Am I allowed to know what kind of shape was Marble in before the mutation, or do I have to wait a bit before being granted access to that kind of dark backstory?"


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Ribbon

Ribbon nodded and smiled as Demon introduced himself. It was quite clear that Overgrowns were fairly simple creatures, seeminly toddler-like in intelligence. Her smile turned to a look of concern as she wondered what he was doing grabbing his head, had she confused him terribly momentarily? At that point the normally extremely talkative female didn't exactly know what to say or do to help the massive creature, she had to admit his name fit though.



Soon after Fish introduced herself as, well, Fish. Honestly, Ribbon would have called her that regardless of if she had said her name was Fish and should she have chosen not to introduce herself. It fit the short fish-like female like a glove, infact if she was named anything other than Fish Ribbon would have thought it was odd.



"
Nice ta' meetcha' Fish." She told her happily before turning her attention to Marble and the woman on top of him, listening intently to the conversation, and even laughing at Fishs' small joke about herself. She would comment further, but it seemed that Fish was slightly annoyed by her presence, or maybe it was the fact she had intruded on a previously established conversation? Regardless, she stayed there and listened, the unusal amount of silence she had to maintain slightly annoying to her.
 
Marble noticed Demon having trouble and placed a gentle, but firm stone hand on his shoulder. He rumbled the same way he had rumbled when they had left the training box and Demon past the guards. Lauren whistled to draw Demon's attention. "You okay? You let me know if it's too noisy in here and we'll take you back to your room anytime you want. Marble will walk with you too." she reassured. Suddenly there was a crowd around, with Ribbon joining the escapade. Marble, though noticing Ribbon, was much more keen on winning the tower-stacking game, and while he supported Demon, was carefully using his other hand to get the upper hand. She kept quiet for the time being, letting all the kids be kids together. Though she was inclined to answer Fish's question. "He was almost dead. Pneumonia, hemorrhaging, the guy was practically in pieces. Now? You couldn't get into this guy with a damn tank round. Maybe his mutation was a defense mechanism, we're still not sure. He didn't want to be cut open after all that happened to him, and I certainly don't blame him." she explained.




Rook crossed his arms. There was one thing he hated most in this world, and that was arrogance. It was the one thing he couldn't stand, above all. People who thought they were everything and a slice of pie just because they gave themselves their own blue ribbon. It made his blood boil. He crossed his arms and glared the girl down. "Rook. I'm very self-explanatory, trust me." he shot back. His initial instincts were to see how far into the wall he could shoot this girl, and he had no doubt that Hayden would be cheering him from behind, but of course that would create a chain of events that may or may not lead to Joeb doing to them as he did those soviet mutants, and that was a fate Rook would rather avoid. For now, peace was to be made.


"Anywho. Lose the attitude. Everyone around you is as lethal as you are, and if you decide to treat them all like pawns, they might not take to the idea so quickly, and I can point out at least 3 people in this room who would sooner kill you than be talked down to by you. These are your comrades, not your chess pieces. The more respect you give them, the more they work in your favor." he explained, crossing his arms and slanting in his stance gently. He wasn't sure whether he should even be wasting his time with the winged girl, but he was here now.




The sight of the girl so disgruntled by Michael saving her life made him remember his time in the field when he was still a soldier. There were plenty of good men and women too afraid to fight, wanting to die, to get it all over with. The thought still made him sick. "What do I want? It's a party. I'm trying to meet people, I might just be the only one pulling it off, too. Meanwhile, the people I'm supposed to be trusting my life with are busy breaking bottles of good booze and asking to have bullets put in their head." he retorted, taking a good swig of his drink and setting it down. He set his drink down and leaned back in his chair. His augment opened up in vented portions, uncovering his hands, parts of his arms and his shoulders. The white-hot heat that bled from his body was enough to warm the whole room quite quickly, but he didn't care. He was tired, and the air felt nice on his skin. He looked at the girl with eyes like the fire in his skin. "I won't assume who you are, but dying should not be your goal here. This is a war we can win, and if we do, we get to go back to our lives again. We might not be normal, but at least we're alive, and we still have a shot at going back to our families." If there was ever a moment where a man could be as serious as possible, it was this moment. His heat, his presence, was momentous. Joeb's head turned from the sensation. The history books loved to tell tales about warriors who could "bring down a man with a single stare". Michael was more than likely, one of these warriors.


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"Mozart huh?" Margaret repeated, a hint of a smile on her face as she thought for a moment before her fingers danced over the keys to Mozart's Piano Concerto number 21, eyes glancing back up to hear the woman drag a chair to sit beside her. "Enjoying the party? You have been taking refreshments at the bar," hinted Margaret, pointing towards her own glass of scotch as she waited a moment.


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Vampire

Vampire was surprised Margaret actually knew Mozart, and she was actually playing jt quite well. She shrugged when she asked her if she was enjoying the party solely based on her getting drinks from the bar. In truth, she was kind of enjoying watching everyone go at it, but that'd be about it. She supposed the wine wasn't too bad either. "
I suppose it's alright. Never been one to hang around parties much. Everyone is...interesting. It's nice to know I'm not the only one that mutated horribly, ya kno'? Not that I mind my wings..but still." She replied. "What about you? I'm guessing you're one of those..Augmented. Right?" She added curiously.


Vampire wondered briefly if she would've preferred being augmented over what she had gotten, what it would be like to be able to blend in easily amongst humans and have high tech gear. Then she remembered with her wings she was practically invulnerable soo she decided against it. Nothing shy of heavy arms fire, powerful explosions, or high quality AP rounds could pierce them so she decided that was pretty damn cool.
 
"That makes sense," Fish replied to Lauren, mulling over the possible scenarios that could've put Marble into such a bad medical state. Dying of lung cancer sounded like a walk in the park compared to the shit this guy must've had to deal with when he was human. Lowering her eyes from Lauren to meet Marble's face, Fish looked at him with empathy, knowing how it felt to spend months, years even, in pain. "I feel for you, Marble," she said, not concerned with if he understood the words, so long as he picked up on the strengthened sense camaraderie she was trying to convey. Leaving Marble to his stacking, which seemed to make him content, she glanced back over to the antsy Ribbon.


"Sorry for the interlude after the introductions, we were just already in conversation. Nothing personal," she reassured the teen. Fish couldn't imagine what it would've been like to be pulled out of a healthy, normal existence and put into this new world. Being killed and reborn as a teen, with her whole life in front of her, must've been harder to adjust to than getting shot in a hospital bed at thirty seven. "How old are you, kid?" Fish asked.


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"I can understand that feeling. My family was always one to enjoy a good party. I always thought about how the noise interfered with the work I had to take care of that day," joked Margaret, fingers still flying over the keys. She almost stopped playing the mention of her newly 'improved' body, clearing her throat a little to calm herself down. She should not be mad at the woman asking her, she was in this crap just as much as she was.


"I am yes. But I am about as useful as a wet napkin, I think. The bullet clearly didn't work on me like it was supposed to. To be honest, I would rather be dead still," said Margaret seriously in a hushed tone, shaking her head to herself as she took a sip of her scotch. "Better than what I would have gone through in my old life..."
 
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Ribbon

Ribbon listened to Lauren explaining part of Marble's history, she felt bad for fhe big guy. Dying one day and a freakishly huge stone monster with the intelligence of bread mold the next. Though, she figured he was content with his exsistance, otherwise he'd probably of let them experiment on him further. She couldn't blame him, she would have probably preferred being a super cool freakishly tall Overgrown as opposed to actually dead too.






Soon Fish turned to her and apologized for continuing her conversation and seemingly ignoring her. Ribbon simply waved her off with a friendly smile, "No, no. It's fine. I was the one that interrupted you guys in the first place." She replied. Though, she had to admit she liked the fact that she could talk now. Being silent was something she normally didn't do after starting a conversation, unless of course it was situations like the one before her. She was then posed with the question of her age. "Um, 18. Why? What about you?" She asked, slightly confused at what seemed like such a normal conversation at such an abnormal meeting.


Maybe she was asking because of the situation she was in? To anyone else, it probably would have been extremely hard to bear. And, it kinda was at first. But in the past Ribbon had always been known to cope well with things, after having the why explained to her she came to terms with it fairly easily. In all honesty aside from the danger factor it was honestly kinda cool too her, like something out of a video game or movie. Mutants taking down further mutants for the good of mankind and junk.



Maybe she would have felt differently if she were a Natural or a Harnesser who didn't quite fit in with the rest of the world as they were, infact she was sure she would and pegged herself as extremely lucky to be Augmented instead. Sure, she wasn't crazy strong like the rest, but she had super cool gear and stuff so..yeah.



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Vampire

Vampire couldn't help but grin at Margarets comment on parties, the short time she was in college her room mate absolutely
loved to throw parties and would try her damndest to rope her into joining her. Of course, she didn't, and the annoyance from having someone tell her to go out and party while she was halfway attempting to study was one of the reasons she dropped out altogether. "I can relate to that. My roommate in college was the same way. Never missed a good party." She told her.


Vampire arched a brow at her as she cleared her throat and slowed down playing a bit before resuming normally, perhaps bringing up her mutation or lack thereof in casual conversation wasn't a good idea? She listened as Margaret spoke and regarded herself as useless. Vampire slowly shook her head in response, taking a sip of her own drink, "
I take it you haven't seen your augments yet then. Nah, if you were tottally useless they'd probably of assigned you a new identity and sent you on your way. Or finished you off, either one." She told her, shrugging and sitting her glass down on the table beside her. "Judging from your words I'd also say you weren't to happy with your life before you got shot?" She asked her, intrigued as to how horrible her life could've been before.


Surely, it couldn't of been awful enough she'd rather wished she was actually dead, right?
 
"It always seems to be the case you need to have that one friend who will be on party mode all the time," joked Margaret gently, taking another sip of scotch in her glass as she finished playing for the moment. "Those friends were still there even after medical school." Upon the mention of her augments, Margaret shook her head. "I have seen them...haven't really used them except for my boots to get me to the meeting point," clarified the doctor. And for little comfort it offered, the woman was right: if the organization did not find any use for her, she most likely would have been dead or shipped off somewhere.


Growing quiet again to the mention of her old life and downing the remainder of her scotch in one gulp, Margaret sighed deeply, tapping the cup with her finger tips. "A week from the day I was shot...I was to be married to one of my friends from childhood...it was an arranged marriage for the sake of my father's company..."


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Vampire




Vampire nodded, "Yea..as annoying as she was I miss her sometimes." She replied, sighing. Maybe if she hadn'tve dropped out of college she wouldn't have been shot and she'd still be living a fairly normal life, not that she was fully against what had happened to her, she just would've preferred being given a choice at the least. Though, she knew that if she had been given a choice she would've instantly declined. Who wouldn't have unless they were dying or had nothing to lose? She nodded when Margaret said she had seen her augments, "Must've gotten the short end of the tech stick eh?" She replied jokingly. "Nah, but, seriously. They have to be useful in some way or I'm sure they would've given you something else." She added.


Then Margaret responded to her question about her life before getting shot. It made sense, she couldn't blame her, she would've preferred being shot over an arranged marriage herself. "
Guess you could say..you dodged a bullet there huh? Or rather..bit the bullet..ah whatever." She told her, attempting to make a joke but failing miserably. "Nah, but, seriously. Can't blame you there, I'd prefer now to some shitty forced marriage I had no say in. Especially if from what you're saying you didn't like him beyond being a friend." She told her with a more serious and sincere tone this time.
 
The attempts to make light of the situation were appreciated greatly, but all Margaret could do was nod to the light-hearted jokes in thanks, glancing down to the ice that remained on the bottom of the glass in her efforts to try and clear her head in the mini reflections of her face. She could not find herself to smile to the woman's attempts before glancing towards the winged stranger beside her. "You wanna know...the worst part about all of this?" she asked gently, feeling her eyes well up a little from the liquor, or so she would have argued.


"I know he loved me...so much. It was genuine and he would have been a great husband. But I could never give that back to him...and I remember the day I was shot, for a brief moment, he ran back to me and tried to keep pressure on my wound so I wouldn't bleed out. And he was crying..." Margaret sniffed, quickly taking in a deep breath and dabbed quickly at her eyes. "I cannot speak for the others...but I wasn't the only one that died that day..."


Taking a moment to collect herself again, the doctor glanced towards the winged woman and held out her hand. "I am Dr. Margaret Thompson...or I was...my new name is apparently Doc," she introduced.


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Vampire

Vampire listened intently as Margaret continued her story, she felt bad for her, maybe she shouldn't have made so light of the situation. Then again, she wasn't trying to seem rude, just try to help her feel better. Instead of saying something in fear of making the situation she obviously wasn't fully comfortable talking about yet worse, she simply listened until she was done talking, waiting until she introduced herself to speak.



Shaking her hand carefully so as to not outright crush it she nodded and smiled, "
Nice to meet ya Doc. Used to be Sera Waters myself, though they assigned me the name vampire on account of the wings and sharp fangs." She replied, opening her mouth and pointing to said fangs briefly before closing it. "A doctor huh? See, you'll be useful to everyone already. Well, depending on what kind of doctor you are, I guess." She added. She was glad she seemed to calm down a bit, even before she was shot she never did well with emotional problems.
 
"Vampire...nice to meet you too," smiled Margaret, shaking her hand as she took note of the delicate nature of Vampire shaking her hand, noticing the fangs to accompany the iconic wings on her back. "Duely noted," chimed Margaret before sighing as she shook her head a little to the mention of her profession being useful. "I was a doctor for what all of us were before...before this," hinted Margaret, pointing towards everyone else in the room in their various stages of 'metamorphosis'. "All of the knowledge I had prior to the bullet is more or less moot...I can't do anything for these guys as we speak..."


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@LadyMatsudai


Vampire

Vampire nodded, she had a point. Although she wasn't entirely sure if her physiology had changed beyond the wings and the fangs and such other than the increased need for Iron, nor could she speak for anyone else, but she figured the Augmented were close enough to human. "
Well, while it might not be viable for anyone other than Augmented, I'm sure your skills would still come in handy for them. After all, they seem mostly normal still." She told her reassuringly. "And I'm sure it couldn't be too hard to learn how to treat the less mutated folk either." She added.


Although, of course, she wasn't entirely sure. She hoped that'd be the case, at-least for Margaret's sake.
 
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"Damn, eighteen? I was just starting to get my life together at that point. I'm thirty seven now; twice your age," Fish said, still reeling at how calm Ribbon seemed for a teenager. "You seem to be handling it awfully well. Don't you miss school, your friends, your hobbies?" She asked, then continued speaking. "I mean, I wouldn't blame you if you were moping in the corner. You look like the youngest one here, and by extension probably had the most to lose." She shook her head, baffled by this girl's resilience for her age, but realized that the current topic of conversation might upset the teen. "What kind of activities do you like? Any sports?" Fish asked, trying to lighten the subject and bring the conversation to the topic she was most comfortable with, as an olympic medalist.


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