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It's her first evening away from home, and even Papa's strong mental presence has left her range by now.
It's lonely.
She knows that humans aren't lesser than mutants, per se, but she's still used to a different flavor of minds thrumming against hers when she's trying to go to sleep.
She and Emily aren't the only mutants on campus, though. There aren't a lot of them, but there's one other, at least...
She reaches out to them.
Hello?
Brilliant.
The jocks go still and glassy-eyed. Two of them gently help him to his feet.
"Now, what to do with you fine fellows..." Edie muses.
Oh.
...do that to me sometime.
He checks himself over, watches as his broken rib slots back into place.
"Can they...hear us?"
"Nah, they're completely unconscious.
...I may have been eavesdropping on your thoughts a little more than I should."
"...were you 'watching' that whole thing?"
He feels like he should be uncomfortable, somehow, but honestly he just wants to see what she thinks.
He nudges one of the jocks' shoes with his foot.
"Oh."
Pause.
"...so..."
There's not really a non-awkward way to ask 'what's your opinion on my fucked-up thoughts'.
She strides towards him and takes one of his hands in hers and squeezes it uncomfortably tight and kisses him.
Way better than expected.
He kisses her back with a hunger that wasn't quite there last night, feeling the last remnants of bone fuse back together.
"Surrounded by the unconscious bodies of their enemies" is a good look on them, he thinks.
He breaks away after a minute -- not that he really wants to, but they have some trash to take out.
"...so, how're we gonna embarrass these assholes?"
He pats the shoulder of the apparent ringleader. Sorry, dude.
"Not sure about the details but I was thinking some combination of nudity and duct tape."
"Ahaha, sweet!"
Revenge is great! He's never done this before!
"We can put 'em up on the wall somewhere. You need a couple layers but I think it's possible."
"Sounds like a plan to me. ...Mind, first we need to get the duct tape, I don't have any on me at the moment."
"I've got some, but I don't think it'll be enough to get all these guys up on the wall. Maybe we'll just do the guy who started it like that."
He gestures to him.
"...he's gonna be so pissed."
There's a flicker of the breathless mania from before, but it disappears quickly.
"Where do we put him?"
"Hm...somewhere the duct tape won't damage the wall too much, I think..."
"I mean, we could stick him somewhere outside out of the way..."
He waves his hand in front of the guy's face. No response.
"...this is so weird. What's it like for him?"
"It isn't like anything at the moment, he's unconscious. What it'll be like for him later depends on how I bring him out of it."
"It could be like he fell asleep here and is waking up somewhere else, it could be like he had a moment of disorientation and suddenly noticed he was somewhere else, it could be like he was instantaneously teleported..."
"Huh. All good options."
He thinks about it.
"...make these guys do the taping, then do the disorientation thing for all of them, maybe."
"Yeah, okay." She doesn't make him strip completely naked, just down to his boxers.
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