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Dotty watched with awe, her eyes never leaving the pretty lady as the elements shifted and changed through the woman’s fingers. It was incredible, and mesemorizing, and quite close to what Dotty could do, but real. Physical. Tangible. Changing reality to fit what they wanted. “That’s so cool!”...

Jades answer gave Dotty pause. Ozzy had told this woman she was a meta, what she could do? It was something he had always cautioned her about. Probably from his own issues with what he was able to do. Dot widened her eyes, wondering if Jade knew what Ozzy was. Dot shifted uncomfortably, and...

"If you don't even know my name, how do you know I'm the right kid?" Dotty said, sassing back instantly. She had little regard for the authority adults claimed to have. But the doubt had already crawled into her mind and nested there. Ozzy hadn't come back yet...maybe he had forgotten about her...

Beatrice has been about to ask if he could turn into one of her parents. She let the request die in her head. It was stupid, and she didn’t have a picture of them. Besides, he was already talking about his animal forms, which were much more interesting. “I’d love to see!” She said excitedly...

Bea's eyes widened just a bit, not out of fear, but slight embaressment. If he knew when she was lying, she'd have to be careful- not that she tended to lie to begin with, save for being polite like her parents....like her parents taught her. "You can speak languages?" She asked. "And...

Bea listened, hanging on every word about bee's. What he was describing was strangly what Brightheart was doing. Collecting metas like pollen in the hopes of spreading a cure, so everything in the world would grow better. "The antlers aren't that scary," Bea said, a bit bravely. She hated deer...

"Tans" The name formed oddly in her mouth, not rolling off the tongue as nicely as it could have, but there was a certain force to the way the name was said. A gravitas. "Most people call me Bea. Not like the bug, it's just short for Beatrice." She felt a certain level of pride when Tans told...

Once given permission, Beatrice went over to his desk, looking up on the shelf at all the odd curios, but she tried to be polite and didn't touch anything. "Dr. Russo let's you leave?" She asked with a sense of awe, "I know the adults get to leave, and I'm not that old yet. I've only been here...

Beatrice nodded slowly, staring at him with wide eyes. She hadn't expected the antlers, brown and fuzzy. They startled her slightly, reminding her of the deer that caused the car that killed her parents. But that deers antlers had been white bone, not soft like his. Whatever he was, it wasn't...

Bernadette regarded the woman with suspicion, and raised a brow. Ozzy didn't really have friends, certainly none he mentioned. Even if she had only been with him a short time. It also didn't explain why he didn't tell her someone would be coming to get her. She harmlessly stuff her hands in the...

Beatrice walked down the hall with of the guards, the thick socks on her feet padding along the hard floor. Bea had only been here for a few months, since her Uncle Amos had agreed to let Brightheart take her in, living in a room in the same hall as the other children. She even managed to talk...

Beatrice chuckled dryly at the idea of having to return to be checked up on. Maybe the blood loss was getting to her a head a bit, "I don't know if you'll accept my insurance, Doctor Walsh." She leaned back again on the couch exhausted. The urge to pass out was increasingly weighing on her now...

Dotty kept walking, waiting until she found a spot between two buildings, and took cover there. There were no adults watching or people who would notice her here. She focused for a second and started the stopwatch she wore around her wrist- and became invisible. Dotty hadn’t yet learned to...

Beatrice thought quickly and put on a worried voice, which was strangely easy given the situation. She was frightened, nervous. Unsure what to do. She didn't hide that in her voice when she spoke next, "I was in the bank...there was shooting- I ran and this was the closest place I found for...

Bernadette liked Atlanta. It was warm and sunny, and the palm trees made the air smell different. She sat on the bench basking, star-shaped sunglasses blocking the light from her eyes. She checked her watch, and groaned petulently. Ozzy had said he'd be back by noon, for lunch. It was nearing...

Bea smiled faintly, "Well, that's good..." She was more than content to not go to the hospital, and it seemed like Ms. Walsh knew what she was doing. The doctor at least was trying to prevent infection, which was an amusing thought consider the next question. "A...a dumpster in the alley."...

Beatrice opened her eyes wincing as the woman tightened a tourniquet around her upper leg. "I don't think you're giving me the chance to pass out." Beatrice mumbled, trying not to think to hard about her situation or the equipment the woman was preparing. She couldn't help but think of...

Bernadette stared placidly out the window, listening to Ozzy. She was surprised at his suggestion, and gratified for it, but something in her brain couldn’t help her but label the idea of her becoming a PI as a consolation. Ozzy was just trying to keep her close, but if he didn’t give her...

Penelope blinked. Paranoia made her acutely aware of these strange people, which was one thing. Weird things were weird things and thanks to Phyllis she had learned to take them in stride. Ghost, tall woman with white hair. Same difference really. Maybe she was too tired to care. But slowly...

Beatrice held on a bit tighter as the man climbed a fire escape. She didn't know what to expect this freelance medic to be like, but she should have known better than to assume he'd use the front door. Duh. Of course he wouldn't want them seen. Beatrice looked to his comrade "Dr Walsh". She was...