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Post by Astra on Sept 30, 2010 2:34:30 GMT -6
She watched as he transferred his pain to others and closed her eyes in annoyance as she heard people and animals groaning in pain. These were innocents, they shouldn't be feeling his pain, but there wasn't anything she could morally do to stop him. Once up in his apartment, she followed him to the cabinet and watched as he took his jacket and shirt off. She blinked a little as she saw the wings held back by a harness and stroked her own wing feathers for a moment before reaching out and taking the alcohol from him. She knew how to fix up damaged wings, so she was going to take charge of this whether he liked it or not. She sat him down and started cleaning his blood soaked feathers, then sanitizing the wound.
"It's a clean through and through. None of your feathers were badly damaged, so you should still be able to fly."
She started to gently stitch the wound closed and wrapped a bandage around it through the feathers. He would be able to fly without damaging his wing further. She moved to his back and gently cleaned the wound there, putting a bandage over it too.
"You could have told me about your wings, you know. I mean look at me. You think it would've been an issue for me?"
She held her arms out a little for a little emphasis.
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Post by ezra on Sept 30, 2010 2:51:37 GMT -6
As she took the alcohol from him, he unhooked the harness and let it fall to the ground. It wasn't long after that he felt her pour the alcohol on and he grit his teeth as it stung like hell. According to her the wound was through and through, something that he suspected, and had now been confirmed. The fact that he would still be able to fly was good, there were times he just didn't feel like walking, and plus they were good for a quick get away if he wanted them. As she started to stitch up the wound, he sat quietly, waiting for her to finish sewing him up. "Oh I don't tell most people about my wings" he said with a soft laugh "not afraid that they'll judge me or freak out or anything like that, I just don't."
With everything bandaged up he took the bottle of alcohol from off the floor and made his way into the kitchen. The bottle was set on the counter as he got out a glass from his cabinet. "You want a drink?" he asked as he poured some of it into his glass. When he took a drink he couldn't help but smirk as the liquid slid down his throat, a good burn. "So, did you always look like...you know?" he asks gesturing with the bottle before pouring himself another drink.
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Post by Astra on Sept 30, 2010 3:12:38 GMT -6
She smiled a little at his comment and chuckled, shrugging a little. What could she say to that? She could understand habit. That sort of thing was nothing but habit.
"I suppose I can respect that. Not everyone would want to know."
She watched him take the alcohol into the kitchen and chuckled as he offered her a drink. She shook her head a little and held her hand up a little in polite refusal. She watched him silently as he took his drink, thinking a bit. She'd never really tried alcohol before. Though by Earth's laws she was too young, so she'd never thought about it. His question interrupted her thoughts like a slap upside the head and she blinked a little, then winced and ran a hand over her feathers with a shaking hand. She wasn't used to people asking so bluntly about her wings. People danced around it, sure, but never so... blatant had it been asked.
"All my life..."
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Post by ezra on Sept 30, 2010 3:20:30 GMT -6
He nodded his head when she declined his offer for the drink. That was fine, it just meant more for him. The mutant took another drink from his glass, the liquid now only filling the bottom of it, and he heard her answer his second question. The way she was ran her hand over her feathers and how she answered made him easily suspect that that hadn't been to her advantage. Of course it was something that could easily get you picked on and he was glad that he hadn't developed his feathers until a little later in life, despite how painful the process had been. "So were your parents mutants or some sort of bird people or something?" he asked as he poured a little more into his glass. He didn't mean to be so blunt it was just habit of him to do so.
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Post by Astra on Oct 1, 2010 1:32:11 GMT -6
Things were quiet for a moment as he spoke and she thought back on the day when her telepathy came to the surface. She didn't know how long it would have been until her power surfaced without the accident. His next question came along and she looked up at him and smiled softly as she thought about her parents. She thought for a moment, then shrugged a little.
"Well the easy answer is yes, and yes. My father is Charles Xavier. My mother is Lilandra, Queen of the Shi'ar. The Shi'ar are descended from birds. Every now and then, someone is born looking more birdlike than the others. We're called throwbacks. My aunt is one. It's why she isn't the queen. Mother and I think that I'm like this because of father's mutant gene."
She looked down at her wings and sighed a little, closing her eyes as she ran her hand over her feathers, picking out a loose one and turning it in her fingers a little.
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Post by ezra on Oct 1, 2010 1:51:22 GMT -6
One more glass was poured as he closed the bottle and put it up into the cabinet. With the glass in hand he headed back into the living room and sat down. "Charles Xavier huh?" he asked as he sat down on the couch, being careful with sitting back against it. "I didn't know he had any kids" he added on before taking a sip of the vodka.
She had continued on about her mother, and the Shi'ar, or something like that, an alien bird race of sorts he was going to assume. "So do most of the people just look human?" he asked, though technically they would like people of Shi'ar and not human. It was quite possible that the reason she looked the way she did was because of Professor Xavier, but then again she could have looked like that regardless.
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Post by Astra on Oct 1, 2010 23:08:06 GMT -6
She nodded a little at his comment about her father and smiled a little. Nobody knew Charles had kids because as far as she knew, she was his only child. So it wasn't very surprising that he'd react that way.
"I grew up on the Shi'ar home planet. And I haven't really advertised the fact that he's my father."
She looked up at him as he asked about the Shi'ar people. She nodded a little as an answer, trying to think of how she could describe their looks.
"For the most part. But they don't have hair. Just a crown of feathers. A few feathers grow from their arms too. We also have these face markings."
She ran her hand over the markings on her cheek.
"Like I said, every now and then, there's a throwback who's much more birdlike. My aunt was taken out of the royal line because of it. When I hatched, mother saw what I was and decided it was time for change."
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Post by ezra on Oct 4, 2010 20:22:48 GMT -6
He listened to her as she spoke about having grown up on the Shi'ar planet. Through the feathered appearance she didn't look to be older than he was, which meant that if she had been on earth she probably would have been living at Xavier's around the same time that he was. As she continued his mind drifted off some and he wondered if she had spent time here or had grown up on earth if they would have learned how to fly together. More than likely she would have been able to do so far before he was, after all she was born with them and his developed over the years.
Ezra did his best to imagine what her people normally looked like as she gave the description, but he wasn't sure he was doing that good of a job of it. "So your mother only thought things should change because you happened to be one?" he asked a little curious and took another drink, narrowing his eyes at the almost empty glass. "not because of anyone else born that way? Not even her sister?"
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Post by Astra on Oct 8, 2010 14:11:11 GMT -6
Astra noticed the way he zoned out a little as she spoke, but didn't mind. She could tell he was still listening to her. When he tried to picture her people, she smiled a little and reached out to his mind, sending him a picture of her mother.
"That's more or less what the Shi'ar look like. That's my mother."
At his question, she bit her lip a little and lowered her head shamefully before nodding a bit.
"I believe so, yes. She didn't put any special laws into effect until my arm was broken when I was nine."
She rubbed her arm as she remembered that time, the day her powers had surfaced.
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Post by ezra on Oct 18, 2010 17:30:30 GMT -6
Her telepathic abilities came in handy and he was a little glad for them when she was able to send him a picture of her mother. That made things much easier, as he didn't have too good of an imagination.
"Well I can't really call your mom a bad person cause she waited for that" he shrugged a little and noticed as she rubbed her arm. "why did someone break your arm anyway?" he asked before adding on, "I mean not only was your mom queen or whatever, but you were a little kid"
(sorry so late and so short...been busy busy busy)
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Post by Astra on Oct 21, 2010 12:14:21 GMT -6
She looked up at him and nodded a little as he gave his opinion on her mother. She nodded a little, understanding what he meant. He asked about her arm and she bit her lip, sighing a little before she answered. She supposed it was inevitable, she would have to tell him sometime. She sat back in her seat and looked up at him as she spoke.
"I was only nine years old at the time. I was trying to play with one of the guard's children, but he was one of the many who hated me for what I am. He screamed at me to get away from his child, but I didn't listen. We'd already started playing and I just wanted to feel like a normal child. He ran up and shoved me away, but there was a low wall not that far behind me. I stumbled and fell off. Well, because of my mother's heritage, my bones are hollow and light so I can fly. Though, the doctors said they're lighter than usual, probably because of my mutation. So even that short fall was enough to break my arm. It was then that my Telepathy surfaced. I was so terrified that I just wanted help. My mind cried out for help and everybody in the area rushed to me to help me. Even the guard who had pushed me. I was unconscious for days afterwords until my mother's thoughts woke me up."
She was quiet for a few moments before she looked back up at Ezra, waiting for his response.
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