I won't confirm or deny if I do. [ She does. Morally grey is her favorite color after all. While she's not the least ethical telepath out there she's also far from the most ethical one. Are there any really ethical ones?
But she does give him the courtesy of avoiding his mind. Even if she is a bit...curious. That curiosity is something she can never quite get rid of. Watching him stirs even more curiosity in her, it's almost like watching a kid play and yet not at the same time. ]
Another challenge, mm? [ The strangest thing she can think of to put in a psychic butterfly would be a memory. Or knowledge. As she tries to narrow down what to put in one it occurs to her that she has disturbingly few good memories. Eventually she settles on a song, "A Little Girl's Dream", by her friend Dazzler that she's heard more than a few times. Music's a good memory right? ]
[ Yamada eagerly reaches for the butterfly, using a fresh finger and keeping the changes he's made so far. The index finger wriggles in a circle to give a bit of suspense before he touches it. It's a game he's excited to play, and that it involves stretching both their abilities is simply a bonus. As far as he's concerned, powers should be used. Perhaps abused a little. Ethics aren't his strong suit either.
When his finger falls on the song butterfly, the result is fascinating. He doesn't put any thought into it at all- he lets it flow as a feeling. His finger morphs into a record needle but it doesn't stop there. A vibration visibly flows up his arm, until it hits is mouth- the song emerges, clear and precisely as she remembers it.
Clearly, Yamada hadn't been expecting that himself, and slaps his other hand over his mouth. He spends a moment like that, then bursts into a bright, deep laugh. ]
[ Out of the corner of her eyes she watches him go after the butterfly, amusement only growing as she sees how he reacts. Eventually she does turn her full gaze onto him as he transforms his finger, allowing him to see the satisfied little expression on her lips. ]
It was either that or giving you a new language. But I wasn't entirely certain what you already speak.
Mmm. Very useful. Saves me on night school fees. [ Yamada doesn't seem to mind having his body do something strange unbidden. It happens. She should see what happens when he gets angry. He does notice he said that in the high, beautiful voice of Dazzler, before thudding his chest- it makes a record-scratching noise and his deep, rough voice returns. ] Japanese, English, enough of most of Europe to ask for things nicely, mademoiselle.
You do a decent impression of her. She'd hate it. [ She says it with a chuckle, clearly she's extremely fond of her friend Dazzler. Enough to tease her even with someone else. ]
Then going with the song was the smart move for me it seems. [ The chuckle turns into a more substantial laugh. He should be proud of himself for getting her to laugh hard enough that she brings her hands up to try to hide her smile. ]
[ Oh he’s proud. His lean into comedy as a default was a defensive move, so no one would think the smirking man was hurting. But actual laughter is simply so satisfying to invoke.
He leans forward, his eyes once more focusing as a cat does on prey, but locked onto her lips. ]
That's beautiful too, why hide it? [ He asks with a grin of his own. ] It makes me want to ask for a few things.
[ As her laugh tappers off she drops her hands, clearly taking note of where his eyes are looking. Fine, if he's going to look there then she's going to slowly lick her lips, bringing even more attention there. ]
[ As beautiful as the lips are conventionally, Yamada has a special appreciation of them. He does of all bodies. Of all shapes. Her smile is one of those things that crosses self and shape so nicely, it makes him tingle. With his pupils so wide, it's easy to see the way his gaze laser focuses on the motion of her tongue. ]
All sorts. More by the second. [ He leans forward, reaching a hand out- hovering between the bottle and taking her hand. Letting it hang, an anticipatory moment. ] How nicely should I ask? Or can I be daring?
[ He loves playing little games. Even when the ache of teasing gets him as much as his, hopefully, his target. ]
[ Truthfully, she's got a lot of hang-ups about her body. It not being...hers and all sorts of other complications. But it's not like she likes to let on to that with anyone. Instead she just enjoys leaning more into the flirtatious twist things took, because that's easier.
And more fun.
When he reaches his hand out to hover she meets it with a brief brush of a finger before dropping it back down. Barely a touch really as her gaze lowers towards his hands. ]
[ Cut from the same cloth in a way- if asked he’ll only talk about the positives of being a bizarre formless thing. It’s more fun to be like that.
The moment she gives him permission to be bold, he turns his hand to snag her fingers. The ice finger is not as cold as it should be and the magma finger is just pleasingly warm, the battery finger a pleasing buzz. A quick tug, easy to resist if she so wishes, invites her closer for a heated, energetic kiss- popping the lid on a pressurised container, his joyous, playful emotions bursting out. ]
[ Focus on the fun aspects of having powers while internalizing the chaotic nightmare fuel truth. Two peas in a pod.
It doesn't really catch her by surprise that he went there. One could also argue very few things catch a telepath by surprise. Even if they're not actively reading a mind after a while one just gets used to predicting how human behavior will go. That's not to say she's not enjoying the kiss. She is. Even if there's hints of two different people in the kiss. One person hungry for comfort and touch, passionate and desperate. Another person restrained and fighting to keep herself together. A whirlwind of butterflies burst forth around them. These butterflies aren't solid but they do present a very pleasant chill, something to send a shiver, maybe even cause goosebumps.
Rather slowly she pulls away, purple eyes glowing ever so slightly, and lets out a throaty chuckle. ]
[ While his abilities are a distant second to telepathy when it comes to reading people, no one knows body language like a transforming man. He can't read a mind, but he can read a kiss like a well-thumbed book. He’s successfully avoided deep connection for some time, but there’s familiar verses in the poem of her kiss. He’s recited similar, amongst other whose loneliness needed soothing.
He looks quite pleased at a ‘not bad’, unabashedly letting the shivers roll over him. ]
That’s testing the waters. Let me get some practice in before judgement. [ His voice vibrates with his spoken laughter, and he gives her a quick follow up kiss to the corner of her lips- his own lips ice-cold and to return the thrill of her butterflies. ] Mmm. Though I would like that date, curse or no. We should bet for it again.
I suppose I can be generous and hold back my full judgement. For now. [ Again, she's got something of a contradiction going on. Her expression is completely serious whlie her tone, particularly with the last two words, has a teasing quality to it. The brief follow-up sends an all too short literal chill down her spine. There's some degree of appreciation to be found in how quick he makes it, how it leaves her wanting more. It's something she would do to someone herself.
Bit unfortunate he got to it first. Now all she's left to do is lean in to kiss him only to pull back and smirk. ]
Mm. And what sort of activity would be doing this time?
[ The contradiction is enticing- Yamada has a strong attraction to serious and cool types, but the desire to melt the demeanour further is powerful. His frost-covered lips have a playful smile, confidence sparkling in his eyes. Literally, the cat arrangement altering into a sparkling, jewel-like form. ]
Hmm… last time, we tested you. [ He squeezes her hand with his mixed fingers, the other hand jabbing himself in the chest with a thumb. ] This time, you challenge me.
[ When he says it, a shine circles his eyes, full of energy. ]
If I can do it, I get the date… if I can't, you get what. Ever. You. Want.
[ She drums her fingers against his hand for a moment before pulling away and stretching lazily. A long stretch that she finished with a roll of her shoulders. ] Mmm, win a fight with me.
[ Both her tone and her expression exude absolute seriousness until she shakes her head. Changes her mind. It's a problem for her. ]
That's probably not fair. [ To who? She won't give that away. Her secret to keep. ]
[ Yamada has a spark of excitement at the idea of a fight. He has always wanted a flirty fight. Having a badass hold a knife to his throat and tip his chin up? Her comment it would be unfair is probably accurate, however. His powers are formidable, but he’s still a rookie when it comes to proper combat, enough he doesn't even fully grasp his lack of skill. His smile cracks to an awkward one when she says it- but perks right back up at the idea of a race. ]
Oh, I'm a pro at that. [ Literally. Until recently, he’s wasted his abilities on lots of jobs- transport and delivery is one of the most common. ] Start picking your date outfit, I’ve got this.
[ As much as she'd like the fight, because she likes fights a little too much, she might just end up feeling a little too guilty for it. Evidently somewhere deep down she does have some ethics to be found. She does feel a bit bad the he perks up at it... ]
Maybe another time. [ Once she's judged his ability to fight better. At least he picks up with the other suggest, which helps her guilt. ]
Cocky. [ She likes that. ] First person from here to Big Ben then?
[ Yamada flips his legs up and kicks out to land on his feet with athletic grace. The way his body is little more than conceptual clay to be moulded by a mind means he always moves exactly how he wants to, and when he puts even a smidgeon of thought into his motions they become almost superhumanly smooth. He starts to warm up- as pointless as it is when he'll have a different body, the motions make him feel better. And as Betsy has seen, his feelings are linked to his forms. So the stretching is still sensitive. ]
You can call it cocky if I lose. [ He gives her a wink, a small crackle of green electrical energy sparking off his eyelashes. He's pleased with her smile at his cockiness- he's not AS cocky as he acts, but he IS cocky. ] Fine by me. Care to do the honours of the countdown?
[ When she gets up to do her own stretching (which may or may not be purposely sensual) it's in one fluid motion. Always graceful but with purpose. She rolls her shoulders nonchalantly, lazily almost, as though she's got no worry about this either way.
Which is true she doesn't really. ]
I can call you cocky either way. [ If she wants to! ]
Sure. Three. Two. One. [ And she starts just as she says go, moving quickly outside and then straight up into the air. ]
[ The distraction of her sensuous stretching catches Yamada’s eye without shame. He hoped she enjoyed the flex of his muscles as much, when he prepared.
They tense and twitch with every number, as he considers numerous possible shapes to run with. Machines exceed animals, but take longer to become. Energy would have the highest performance, as few can outrun lightning. But that's one area he can admit his inexperience. He recalls the beautiful thrill of turning into light and moving naturally, in a moment of true euphoria. He lost his grip on that feeling- now he’s liable to end up in space or on the other side of the planet if he turned to light.
In the end, he keeps it simple. He springs forward into a roll, and just keeps on rolling (the Durst manoeuvre) as he becomes a ball. Once outside, he uses the springy momentum of unfurling to put him in the air. Wings unfurling, he takes the shape of an enormous pteranodon, black and white leathery skin, and for flair a pair of aviation goggles. He deliberately makes sure he casts a shadow over her, wings pumping to lift him. He’s a fast, but not especially agile, flyer like this. ]
[ Once in the air she puts a small force field around herself, something that outlines her body in a light pink and magenta glow. She casts a glance back to the form he's taken, scrunches her nose up, and sends a telepathic message with a butterfly his way. ]
I've never liked pteranodons.
[ Maybe it's unfair to judge all of them based on her run ins with Sauron, but really how many others are there out there? Not many.
As she ascends higher into the sky she kicks up her speed shifting quickly to match the speed of a plane as she heads towards they're destination. She could theoretically go faster if she pushes herself more but she seems more curious if he can keep up than anything. And maybe she's not entirely against the idea of him winning. ]
Man I love Sauron. "But I don’t want to cure cancer, I want to turn people into dinosaurs."
[ Yamada's eyes are well made for looking below and ahead at once, and the fascination of her form, awash in energy, is fascinating. It gives him some ideas for his energy transformation abilities, but not any he's willing to test drive right now. If his life was on the line? Absolutely. Threatening to crash into Big Ben? Maybe. Making him look like a dumbass in front of Betsy? No thanks!
His beak clatters when he laughs a squeaking laugh from her comment. He throws his voice, sounding similar to usual but with a grind to the edges, like a bird imitating a human. ]
And Yamadactyl can't change your opinion? Shame.
[ He names as many of his forms and techniques after himself as he can. One of the key reasons he took up this as a frequent form is for the gag as well as the functionality. But it's not nearly as fast as a plane, so seeing Betsy make a break for it means it's time to pull out the stops. If he had to put a number of his energy levels, he'd say he's at a decent 90%, he's only done little tricks so far today. He'll allow himself a treat.
He gives one last flap, and then snaps his wings out to the sides, totally rigid as they have become the wings of a fighter jet. His neck recedes and then juts out, now clad in metal. With a rushing whoosh of flames, he picks up speed. No flesh is left, but the shape is still reptilian, even as a fighter jet rocket mix. * Blazing flames push him to catch up, closing the gap with every passing second. He's kept some legs below, tucked in close. ]
I'm afraid very little could change my mind. Not after certain...experiences....
[ He's welcome to try and change her mind at some point though. Perhaps he'll turn her over to the idea! A light and airy chuckle rings out in his mind after a few seconds though. ]
I like that you name things. My older brother would adore it.
[ Does thinking about him threaten to make her a tiny bit sad? Maybe. But she does absolutely know that Jamie would appreciate someone who didn't take their powers seriously and gave them silly names. While she doesn't exactly look back, she does keep a psychic eye on what he's doing. Then just for some added fun she slows herself slightly, lets him catch up only to use her agility to 'swim' circles around him in the sky. Clearly she's using it as a chance to look at his form while also showing off some.
Then with a smirk she pushes off forward as Big Ben looms in the distance growing ever closer. ]
Some alternative universe out there is a Jurrasic Marvel and I wish I was there.
[ Oh, he wishes he could easily express himself. He’d love to let her know his delight at seeing her twirl around him, and the spark it thrills in him. He’s not naturally competitive, but he does like to play, and what he feels seeing her showing off is delight. After the first circle, he replies with a barrel roll, a long loop that makes it an aerobatic dance. ]
Words are such fun- why not play with them?
[ This time the voice crackles through a speaker, projected outward. It’s a true sentiment. Rearrange letters and sounds is as fun as shapes. He files away the brother for now, but he’s distracted by her pulling away. The view is very nice, for a start. But there's also his desire for their mutual showing off to continue. Having their powers, which could easily be terrifying, used as toys is delightful. With the finish line in view, he pulls another odd trick. Various energy types are fast, but too dangerous to shoot off with his lack of control. Zapping Betsy’s beautiful butt is not good flirting.
In a flash of inspiration, his mechanical jaws open to show the speaker- the sound that pours out becomes him, the vehicle vanishing from the back to the front, pulled through the speaker and shot like a bullet. The vibration he’s become washes over her, a deep bass that thrums through the air at the literal speed of sound.
And completely misses Big Ben. He returns to human form with a cute ‘pop’, having overshot, his arms feathered wings that he flaps desperately to turn back towards the clock tower top- putting victory entirely in either of their hands. ]
[ He might catch the briefest of laugh from her both in his mind and out. It's not often she finds herself smiling this much, particularly lately. The way he replies with his barrel roll gets her to do a quick pirouette, gracefully enjoying the little dance for a moment. ]
There's a fine line between fun and cringe, as the kids would say
[ Or so she hears them say quite often about certain teachers. Never her at least!
When he shoots forward and misses Big Ben she gets the brief idea that she could just finish off herself. Grab victory right there. She could even go further with it and throw up a wall to keep him where he is, preventing him from getting back to Big Ben. It might be cheating, just a bit, but it would ensure victory.
Is she competitive enough for that? Hm.
Evidently not. She slows herself down, looks over at him with a smirk and gestures with her head towards the clocktower. If he wants that date, wants that victory, he has a chance to go ahead and snatch it. If he's willing to take it. ]
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But she does give him the courtesy of avoiding his mind. Even if she is a bit...curious. That curiosity is something she can never quite get rid of. Watching him stirs even more curiosity in her, it's almost like watching a kid play and yet not at the same time. ]
Another challenge, mm? [ The strangest thing she can think of to put in a psychic butterfly would be a memory. Or knowledge. As she tries to narrow down what to put in one it occurs to her that she has disturbingly few good memories. Eventually she settles on a song, "A Little Girl's Dream", by her friend Dazzler that she's heard more than a few times. Music's a good memory right? ]
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[ Yamada eagerly reaches for the butterfly, using a fresh finger and keeping the changes he's made so far. The index finger wriggles in a circle to give a bit of suspense before he touches it. It's a game he's excited to play, and that it involves stretching both their abilities is simply a bonus. As far as he's concerned, powers should be used. Perhaps abused a little. Ethics aren't his strong suit either.
When his finger falls on the song butterfly, the result is fascinating. He doesn't put any thought into it at all- he lets it flow as a feeling. His finger morphs into a record needle but it doesn't stop there. A vibration visibly flows up his arm, until it hits is mouth- the song emerges, clear and precisely as she remembers it.
Clearly, Yamada hadn't been expecting that himself, and slaps his other hand over his mouth. He spends a moment like that, then bursts into a bright, deep laugh. ]
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[ Out of the corner of her eyes she watches him go after the butterfly, amusement only growing as she sees how he reacts. Eventually she does turn her full gaze onto him as he transforms his finger, allowing him to see the satisfied little expression on her lips. ]
It was either that or giving you a new language. But I wasn't entirely certain what you already speak.
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[ He gives her a wink this time. ]
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Then going with the song was the smart move for me it seems. [ The chuckle turns into a more substantial laugh. He should be proud of himself for getting her to laugh hard enough that she brings her hands up to try to hide her smile. ]
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He leans forward, his eyes once more focusing as a cat does on prey, but locked onto her lips. ]
That's beautiful too, why hide it? [ He asks with a grin of his own. ] It makes me want to ask for a few things.
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Mm, that so. What sort of things?
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All sorts. More by the second. [ He leans forward, reaching a hand out- hovering between the bottle and taking her hand. Letting it hang, an anticipatory moment. ] How nicely should I ask? Or can I be daring?
[ He loves playing little games. Even when the ache of teasing gets him as much as his, hopefully, his target. ]
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And more fun.
When he reaches his hand out to hover she meets it with a brief brush of a finger before dropping it back down. Barely a touch really as her gaze lowers towards his hands. ]
Don't let me stop you from being daring.
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The moment she gives him permission to be bold, he turns his hand to snag her fingers. The ice finger is not as cold as it should be and the magma finger is just pleasingly warm, the battery finger a pleasing buzz. A quick tug, easy to resist if she so wishes, invites her closer for a heated, energetic kiss- popping the lid on a pressurised container, his joyous, playful emotions bursting out. ]
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It doesn't really catch her by surprise that he went there. One could also argue very few things catch a telepath by surprise. Even if they're not actively reading a mind after a while one just gets used to predicting how human behavior will go. That's not to say she's not enjoying the kiss. She is. Even if there's hints of two different people in the kiss. One person hungry for comfort and touch, passionate and desperate. Another person restrained and fighting to keep herself together. A whirlwind of butterflies burst forth around them. These butterflies aren't solid but they do present a very pleasant chill, something to send a shiver, maybe even cause goosebumps.
Rather slowly she pulls away, purple eyes glowing ever so slightly, and lets out a throaty chuckle. ]
Mm, not bad.
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He looks quite pleased at a ‘not bad’, unabashedly letting the shivers roll over him. ]
That’s testing the waters. Let me get some practice in before judgement. [ His voice vibrates with his spoken laughter, and he gives her a quick follow up kiss to the corner of her lips- his own lips ice-cold and to return the thrill of her butterflies. ] Mmm. Though I would like that date, curse or no. We should bet for it again.
[ No reason. Just fun. Just time together. ]
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Bit unfortunate he got to it first. Now all she's left to do is lean in to kiss him only to pull back and smirk. ]
Mm. And what sort of activity would be doing this time?
[ There's very little she won't do. ]
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Hmm… last time, we tested you. [ He squeezes her hand with his mixed fingers, the other hand jabbing himself in the chest with a thumb. ] This time, you challenge me.
[ When he says it, a shine circles his eyes, full of energy. ]
If I can do it, I get the date… if I can't, you get what. Ever. You. Want.
[ Fair’s fair. She’s given him the same. ]
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[ Both her tone and her expression exude absolute seriousness until she shakes her head. Changes her mind. It's a problem for her. ]
That's probably not fair. [ To who? She won't give that away. Her secret to keep. ]
How about getting to a location first?
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Oh, I'm a pro at that. [ Literally. Until recently, he’s wasted his abilities on lots of jobs- transport and delivery is one of the most common. ] Start picking your date outfit, I’ve got this.
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Maybe another time. [ Once she's judged his ability to fight better. At least he picks up with the other suggest, which helps her guilt. ]
Cocky. [ She likes that. ] First person from here to Big Ben then?
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You can call it cocky if I lose. [ He gives her a wink, a small crackle of green electrical energy sparking off his eyelashes. He's pleased with her smile at his cockiness- he's not AS cocky as he acts, but he IS cocky. ] Fine by me. Care to do the honours of the countdown?
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Which is true she doesn't really. ]
I can call you cocky either way. [ If she wants to! ]
Sure. Three. Two. One. [ And she starts just as she says go, moving quickly outside and then straight up into the air. ]
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They tense and twitch with every number, as he considers numerous possible shapes to run with. Machines exceed animals, but take longer to become. Energy would have the highest performance, as few can outrun lightning. But that's one area he can admit his inexperience. He recalls the beautiful thrill of turning into light and moving naturally, in a moment of true euphoria. He lost his grip on that feeling- now he’s liable to end up in space or on the other side of the planet if he turned to light.
In the end, he keeps it simple. He springs forward into a roll, and just keeps on rolling (the Durst manoeuvre) as he becomes a ball. Once outside, he uses the springy momentum of unfurling to put him in the air. Wings unfurling, he takes the shape of an enormous pteranodon, black and white leathery skin, and for flair a pair of aviation goggles. He deliberately makes sure he casts a shadow over her, wings pumping to lift him. He’s a fast, but not especially agile, flyer like this. ]
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I've never liked pteranodons.
[ Maybe it's unfair to judge all of them based on her run ins with Sauron, but really how many others are there out there? Not many.
As she ascends higher into the sky she kicks up her speed shifting quickly to match the speed of a plane as she heads towards they're destination. She could theoretically go faster if she pushes herself more but she seems more curious if he can keep up than anything. And maybe she's not entirely against the idea of him winning. ]
Man I love Sauron. "But I don’t want to cure cancer, I want to turn people into dinosaurs."
His beak clatters when he laughs a squeaking laugh from her comment. He throws his voice, sounding similar to usual but with a grind to the edges, like a bird imitating a human. ]
And Yamadactyl can't change your opinion? Shame.
[ He names as many of his forms and techniques after himself as he can. One of the key reasons he took up this as a frequent form is for the gag as well as the functionality. But it's not nearly as fast as a plane, so seeing Betsy make a break for it means it's time to pull out the stops. If he had to put a number of his energy levels, he'd say he's at a decent 90%, he's only done little tricks so far today. He'll allow himself a treat.
He gives one last flap, and then snaps his wings out to the sides, totally rigid as they have become the wings of a fighter jet. His neck recedes and then juts out, now clad in metal. With a rushing whoosh of flames, he picks up speed. No flesh is left, but the shape is still reptilian, even as a fighter jet rocket mix. * Blazing flames push him to catch up, closing the gap with every passing second. He's kept some legs below, tucked in close. ]
((*Design lovingly stolen from Mecha Phantom Beast Megaraptor))
i wish everyone had gotten a dinosaur form tbh lmfao live your dream sauron
[ He's welcome to try and change her mind at some point though. Perhaps he'll turn her over to the idea! A light and airy chuckle rings out in his mind after a few seconds though. ]
I like that you name things. My older brother would adore it.
[ Does thinking about him threaten to make her a tiny bit sad? Maybe. But she does absolutely know that Jamie would appreciate someone who didn't take their powers seriously and gave them silly names. While she doesn't exactly look back, she does keep a psychic eye on what he's doing. Then just for some added fun she slows herself slightly, lets him catch up only to use her agility to 'swim' circles around him in the sky. Clearly she's using it as a chance to look at his form while also showing off some.
Then with a smirk she pushes off forward as Big Ben looms in the distance growing ever closer. ]
Some alternative universe out there is a Jurrasic Marvel and I wish I was there.
Words are such fun- why not play with them?
[ This time the voice crackles through a speaker, projected outward. It’s a true sentiment. Rearrange letters and sounds is as fun as shapes. He files away the brother for now, but he’s distracted by her pulling away. The view is very nice, for a start. But there's also his desire for their mutual showing off to continue. Having their powers, which could easily be terrifying, used as toys is delightful. With the finish line in view, he pulls another odd trick. Various energy types are fast, but too dangerous to shoot off with his lack of control. Zapping Betsy’s beautiful butt is not good flirting.
In a flash of inspiration, his mechanical jaws open to show the speaker- the sound that pours out becomes him, the vehicle vanishing from the back to the front, pulled through the speaker and shot like a bullet. The vibration he’s become washes over her, a deep bass that thrums through the air at the literal speed of sound.
And completely misses Big Ben. He returns to human form with a cute ‘pop’, having overshot, his arms feathered wings that he flaps desperately to turn back towards the clock tower top- putting victory entirely in either of their hands. ]
im writing my pitch to them right now
There's a fine line between fun and cringe, as the kids would say
[ Or so she hears them say quite often about certain teachers. Never her at least!
When he shoots forward and misses Big Ben she gets the brief idea that she could just finish off herself. Grab victory right there. She could even go further with it and throw up a wall to keep him where he is, preventing him from getting back to Big Ben. It might be cheating, just a bit, but it would ensure victory.
Is she competitive enough for that? Hm.
Evidently not. She slows herself down, looks over at him with a smirk and gestures with her head towards the clocktower. If he wants that date, wants that victory, he has a chance to go ahead and snatch it. If he's willing to take it. ]
I nominate The ReX-Men as the flagship comic.
I'll give you half the profits! it'll surely be a number 1
Triceraclops with 3 blasting eyes, Iceageman, it writes itself
Marvel Rexgirl we've got gold here
And, of course, Archaeoptylocke
marvel should just hire us we're ready