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Once There Was a Hushpuppy; [Open]
Topic Started: Apr 12 2014, 12:52 PM (461 Views)
Marrow
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April Second
The Grounds of the Xavier Institute
12:30 PM



Pearl fiddled with brightly colored plastic polyhedrons, her face alight with that pure innocence that only infants and toddlers seem to have, in the time before language and understanding begin to mold and shape the mind. She blew raspberries from a mouth lined in sharp, tiny teeth. Two little marks dotted the soft skin above her brows, and Marrow, sparing her a glance, knew that more would likely come.

The mother, she had set about a different task. The buzz of a razor echoed in the cool but comfortable spring air, and tufts of pink hair fell from the sides of her head as she hummed some melody she'd heard on the radio; Pearl liked it when she made music.

The skys above were blue and the clouds were sparse and fluffy. Out here, in the little meandering grove of trees that rested sparse but comfortably so between the Breakstone Lake and the Campus proper, there was quiet. And the green and blue of earth and sky reminded a silent piece of her of Pangaea, the world inside a world where half of her being had spent millenia trapped. There was a feral nature to that memory, a drone of quiet static that always existed, reminding her that she was an alien in this world, no matter how much you chose to extrapolate the meaning.

Half of her anyways.

The quiet reverie was interrupted by a meandering flock of students running by with an instructor in front of them, garbed in their training uniforms, and she noted their direction. Flight training.

Marrow momentarily lamented her own powers and embittered herself towards the whole lot of them. Pretty faces, invisibly mutations. Smooth Skin privilege.

The old Morlock thoughts hitched up on something in her brain; it'd been a long time since she'd been self conscious about her appearance. The advent of her second heart had turned her skin a pinky purple, and she resented it. The Brood had further radically altered her. All that time spent reigning in her mutation, putting it under control, only to attain it and be forever marked anyways. There was the Brood Queen who was proud of her perfect mingling of Brood and Hominid physiology, but then there was Marrow, the secretly vain and self-conscious girl who had only ever wanted to be a topsider. A smoothskin. To not feel so uncomfortable with what other people felt about her face value.

She chased those depressing thoughts away, smacking at the back of her freshly shorn head with a towel. The pink locks resting on the hoodie she'd peeled off sat stirring in the breeze momentarily before she threw them off into the wind, watching them scatter like seeds.

Turning back, she saw her daughter eyeing her with a sense of awe, orange-iris'd eyes wide with curiosity, the little black tuft of hair grown now to a generous little shag of hair. Marrow pulled a face, crossing her eyes above an absurd smile and her girl clapped and squealed in response, taking a few crawling drags closer before struggling to her feet, wobbly and uneasy, and Marrow tilted her head, moving to catch her waving arms before she fell, and holding her up.

"Getting restless hm, you little squirt."

"Bloo."

"Bloo." Marrow responded in kind, turning back to the direction of the just-passed class. "Wanna go watch first timers make asses of themselves?"

"Gerp!"

"Thought so." She said, and then Pearl was in Marrows arms, looking around as her mother's boots trudged them towards the Flight-Class in progress. Upon arrival someone promptly skidded across the grass on their back, having narrowly avoided faceplanting after a too-sharp turn.

Her classmates snickered and Marrow did too, Pearl pointing across the difference at the commotion and blowing another raspberry.

"Mmhm." Marrow responded. "Bet it did hurt. Funny though huh?"
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"I dinnae know if I should be jealous or not," Rahne announced as she approached from behind, making as if it were a casual, random 'oh gee, look, you happened to be out here' occurrence. Well, it sort of was. A little bit. Jack was in class, teaching, and Rahne had felt a bit restless, so in the baby went into the stroller and out the two of them went on a stroll about campus.

So that part was coincidental. Catching a whiff of freshly-shaven hair on the breeze before actually seeing it (seemed like it could have been pink, but may have been blonde - either way, the scent was unmistakable), and really, this was a detour she had to take. Marrow had been scarce of late, especially during the cold of winter, so to see her out and about? That sounded good to her. A little bit of course correction had her catching up in no time.

"I mean you... ye look fantastic, an' here I am still all pudgy an' bloated," Rahne chuckled, pulling up alongside her and watching the proceedings casually. She winced slightly, suddenly very glad for the complete lack of flying in her ability set. Yeah, definitely glad for staying right here, on the ground, paws in the grass, feet firmly where they needed to be.

"But hullo anyway, Sarah," she said with a smile as she looked over to her. "And hullo t' you too, Pearly Girlie! Och, ye're a pretty one, aren't ye?"

Rahne hadn't seen much of Pearl, but even still she could tell that the baby was growing fast. She was big, she was fairly well-developed... if Rahne was concerned that Greg was growing up a bit too quickly, she couldn't imagine Sarah's problems.

Greg, speaking of, clearly had decided that he wasn't receiving enough attention, and tossed his teddy wolf out of the stroller, getting a good bit of distance on it too.

"Oooh, someone's cranky," Rahne sighed, making her way first over to the plush animal and picking it up before unbuckling Greg from his place in the stroller and lifting him up.

"There we are, now ye're gettin' attention too, ye wee stinker," she said as she made her way back around behind the stroller.

"It's good t' see ye again. I feel horrible for nae visitin', but och, ye know as well as I do how much time these kids demand."
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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The pair of teen girls ran with the rest of the students for flight training. Zoe merely keeping company with her friend since noone had invented a flying zombie yet. They had come from their half hour lunch break that had followed on the heels of a two hour self defence class. Of course Zoe once again had nothing for lunch, but that was normal. Normal for Zoe was sometimes unique. Fist bumps were meted out and the two friends separated as class started.

Zoe waited a few minutes until her friend was flying the friendly skies in an unfriendly manner before shouting in her psychic voice.

::IN YOUR HEEAAADD, IN YOUR HEEEADDD, ZOMBAY ZOMBAY ZOMBAAYYY ZOMBAAYYY::

It was just enough distraction to send her pal from flying a tight bend to flailing a tight bend and kissing the turf. ::That’s for the cheap throw in self defence!::

Completely satisfied that vengeance had been achieved, Zoe made to walk away and go do her own thing. That was when she spotted the pair of mothers. She had not yet made the effort to actually see either of them and congratulate them on spreading their superior genetics. To actively avoid them now would be outright disrespectful and Zoe held a great deal of respect for these two.

Still in her own training uniform, white head and black everything else, Zoe sat on the green grass under a blue sky next to the purple skinned, pink haired Mother and occasionally brown furred other Mother, and two babes with brightly coloured toys.

::That:: Zoe pointed to the girl picking grass of herself while talking to Rahne and Sarah ::was one hundred per sent deserved:: there was at least a hint of triumphant cocky in that voice.

::Good afternoon, how are you two and the cutest babies in the world doing?:: This time Zoe was warm and polite for her mentors.
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Marrow
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"Well it's been almost three months now." Her voice came as she turned to the approaching Rahne. The two of them had spent enough time around eachother that it was easy enough for one to detect the other, plus there was that faint lingering bond between them, the call of the hive-mind that, at least on Marrow's end, she could never quite shake. A 'perk' of being The Queen, perhaps. A constant and vile reminder that she more often than not ignored as best she could.

"And I got a metabolism like a sack of cats." Marrow continued, not entirely sure what her own simile meant. "You'll trim up don't worry. Boy-Howdy there's fresh out the bread basket, after all," she smirked, nodding to Greg. "Cute little sprog though..."

She looked to her own daughter as the girl's little black tuft caught a rustle of wind and she pointed at the doll in Rahne's hand before jamming her fingers haphazardly in her mouth for a moment. "He's cute ain't he though?" Marrow asked, and Pearl she responded with a wry smile, well, wry for a baby, and turned away again to watch the people flying.

"S'good seein' you too. Finally ain't too cold."

Marrow's Brood physiology had left her quit susceptible to cold, and she'd made plenty of time during her pregnancy to make it painfully obvious for anyone in her vicinity that she found a great deal of discomfort in it. It made her slow, groggy, tired. Kevin practically had to roll her everywhere. A Bug's Life, she'd joke.

"She does like to monopolize me." the girl replied. "I won't be so scarce no more though. She's gettin' mobile too. It's freaky."

A girl happened by and Marrow turned to look at her as she plopped onto the grass beside them. A pink brow arched up her forehead and she regarded her with a bit of interest. Like anyone would when first confronted with someone behind a mask.

Marrow wasn't as well versed on the denizens of the school as Rahne might have been; she was very inherently hermetic, very introverted and, well, to a lot of people, hard to like. Her gruff nature lent her the luxury of keeping people at arm's length or greater, and the rumors about her viciously tearing into anyone who even vaguely irritated her, while mostly false, were fine by her. They kept life quiet.

Kept the bugs away.

"Looked like it hurt. I got my face smashed in once. Ain't fun."

It was more than a little chiding. Given that she was just laughing at it though, she was hardly serious, and that was expressed in the faint grin.

At Xombie's question, Pearl gave a coo, outstretching her pointed fingers, still short and chubby, in the girl's direction. A few clicks betrayed the less-than human shapes that dominated her mouth. Where many kids took half a year to start with the teeth in there mouth, Pearl'd had a full set from week one, and they were suited to eating things that weren't mushed carrots.

"Hee!" came the baby's voice again, those pointed teeth on display in full.
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"Well, I'd sure better slim up. I dinnae plan on hangin' up the X-Men suit f'r good, after all," Rahne chuckled, eyes lingering on Pearl. She was a very unique child, to say the very least. But that uniqueness suited her. She was definitely her mother's child, much in the way that Greg was his mother's child.

"Isn't he, though? I mean, I know I dinnae want t'- ach!" Rahne's train of conversation was interrupted by a clumsy baby-swat to her face, one that still struck pretty well and hurt a bit.

Rahne frowned sharply, pointing a finger in her son's face, who just giggled at it.
"He enjoys abusin' me. You dinnae do that t' yuir mum, do ye, Pearlie? Beat her up like that? Surely ye don't."

She dropped the plush toy into Greg's arms, and he latched onto it, fingers curled in to keep a clawed grip on it before biting down on the head. At the very least it would keep his limbs occupied for the time being.

"Anyway - as I was sayin' - part of me does nae really want t' say that I made this beautiful wonderful baby as it feels a touch egotistical, but och - I did, no sense denyin' it. The day he was born, I had t' practically be forced t' take a rest, 'cause I was so wrapped up jus' watchin' him. Did ye do that? Just... stare at her? Uch, I sound creepy now."

Rahne chuckled, shaking her head. Three months old and Pearl was crawling already? No doubt about it, the baby was definitely growing up fast. If that was indicative of something dangerous, Rahne had no idea. She certainly hoped Greg didn't grow too quickly. She wouldn't want him to be an old man by the time he hit his twenties.

"I worry sometimes, about what'll happen when Greg gets mobile. He already likes t' grab an' bite things," Rahne said, glancing down as - almost as if in demonstration - Greg continued to clutch onto his plush toy, gnawing at it with a little rumbling growl.

"Ooh - aye. Face-smashin' is definitely very low on muh list of fun things. She seems alright, at least," Rahne glanced down at the telepath who announced what she had done. She wasn't a student she was terrible familiar with, if she was honest with herself. She knew a bit, though. Physically dead, mentally inhabiting the body that existed in a perpetual state of arrested decay. Hence the lack of a rotting stench, thank goodness.

"Though really, ye'd probably ought t' think of better ways of gettin' even with people than sending 'em crashin' to the ground, aye? If she was injured, I think ye'd have a good deal of trouble on yuir hands," Rahne nodded her head slowly.

"I'm doin' quite well, an' Greg's... good Lord, boy, ye're really goin' at it, aren't ye? Silly pup," Rahne laughed lightly, as Greg continued to chew at the doll. She certainly hoped he didn't end up destroying it.

"Ooh - Sarah - I've already promised Lorna a playdate once Greg's old enough - ye want in on that? Let the wee ones get t' know each other a bit?"
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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"Though really, ye'd probably ought t' think of better ways of gettin' even with people than sending 'em crashin' to the ground, aye? If she was injured, I think ye'd have a good deal of trouble on yuir hands,"

::Worry not, she’s built for it and them some, only her ego and the dirt were hurt there::

Seeing two babies, both perhaps two months old Zoe wasn’t sure, with full sets of magnificent choppers, well she was the reverse of scared. If anything she was curious and excited. In the world that Zoe lived in where anything was possible and often expected, the exotic was to be enjoyed, not feared. Of course there was also respect. Zoe was not going to put a finger anywhere near the biting range of either of those two offspring, she like her fingers attached.

::A playdate? I expect that to be quite a handful for anyone. I don’t envy you two one bit, not yet anyhow:: Zoe’s words carried warmth and humour. To be fair though, if anyone could handle mutant offspring, it was these two extremely capable ladies.
::I should have paid more attention in biology, how common are mutant children to mutant parents?::

Despite physical comfort being something that only applied to other people now, there was still some part of Zoe’s mind that remembered. She stretched her legs out and let herself flop back on the grass staring up at the sky. Zoe pointed up at one cloud, ::Easter Bunny::
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Rahne's kid was giving her a rough go and it was impossible for Marrow to avoid the chuckle that came from knowing exactly what it felt like, being slapped around by your kid. She'd gone through it with Morlock babies before Pearl had even been a glimmer in her eye.

The words the followed elicited a sigh and a roll of the glowing orange eyes that The Brood had left her with. "Pfft. You squeezed that thing out your..." Her words cut short and she gave a sidelong look to Xombie before reassessing her sentence. "Havin' a baby's hard work and only like the first twenty minutes of it is any fun."

She shrugged and Pearl squeaked and she gave Russell a sincere nod "Be proud. He's a little cutie."

Inward disgust. Must strike cutie from lexicon. Continue.

"What I'm saying," she piped up, sounding aggravated, which was, basically, Marrow's default tone, "Is he's cute and you oughtta be proud. Gonna be a lil badass, mmhm."

Then Rahne took a moment to softly ward Xombie off from any future mucking that might cause students harm. Marrow wasn't quite sure she cared, but that was just her; she'd always felt a large detachment from ninety percent of the students here, and she still felt like she could count her actual friends here on one hand. People cared sure, but so few knew her, or cared to know her.

She'd always sort of liked it that way though.

"Yeah maybe." Came her response to Rahne's playdate invite. Maybe it was her rebel streak, maybe it was her own insecurities. She'd probably go, just to be polite, she just hated leaving these walls anymore. Pearl was Brood. She had that piece to her that, to the right people, could mean far more than it needed to. Feeling rude she then forced a smile. "I'm sure it'll be fun."

She felt mean to Rahne, it was part of the demons in her closet from two years back that still seemed to eat at her even if others had left behind. She was constantly checking herself on it, constantly feeling guilty about it. Xombie's inquiry was a welcome distraction.

"We ain't really sure Pearl's a mutant." She said, twitching inwardly at the voice in her brain. She'd never cared for that sensation. "She's just part not human. Time'll tell I guess. Burn that bridge when we come to it or whatever.
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"Heh, well, aye, that I did," Rahne chuckled. Sarah had always had a tendency towards verbal crudity, one that Rahne didn't really share herself, but well - it was oen of Sarah's little quirks. That was just the way it went.

"Oh, I am proud. Honestly, prouder than I am of anything I've ever done," Rahne said with a nod of her head. "An' ye definitely should be proud yuirself. She's beautiful, absolutely beautiful."

She looked over to Pearl, who made a little noise. It was absolutely precious, and Rahne couldn't help but smile. Who'd have thought that Marrow would have had a baby? She had come so far from when she had first come to the school, desperate, massively wounded, and practically dying. Rahne distinctly remembered carrying her from the woods to the school, when Doreen had found her and called for help.

Rahne glanced over to Zoe, and nodded her head.
"Well, still. Best nae t' get too used t' possibly hurtin' people, aye?"

Rahne couldn't help but wonder. Zoe didn't seem too concerned about the possibility for injury, and she wasn't sure as to why that would be. Inherent personality quirk? Side effect of being dead - desensitized to injury in others?

Either way, Rahne hoped this wouldn't be a problem that recurred.

"Oh, we'd surely have t' make a group effort of it. But we can manage. Super mums an' whatnot," Rahne said with a nod of her head. "I'm lookin' forward to it muhself. It'll definitely be good for 'em, I think, t' get t' know kids their own age."
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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Zoe’s voice chuckled in Sarah’s head at the near slip of her potty mouth ::Its okay, I’m desensitized to such language, TV and all that::

::You two have probably both heard this too many times now but those kids are very lucky to have the mothers that they do:: Mr Russell was very lucky as well, and if there was a Mr Sarah Rushman, Zoe thought it was Kevin Ford but was not 100% certain, then was lucky too.

"Well, still. Best nae t' get too used t' possibly hurtin' people, aye?"

Zoe was about to snap back and get defensive, state how she was mostly more careful than anyone else, but she caught herself in time. The rarely used sensible part of her recognised that Rahne simply gave a damn about people, her peer and her students. It would be stupid to throw that back at her in anyway.

::Yes you are right. I will always more careful:: It was true, Zoe admitted to herself, that she did project a nonchalant attitude, but that was one part personality and one part culture. TV, Video games, fiction in general had made her desensitized to violence in general. She wasn’t shocked when it happened, merely shocked at the details, but she knew pain, she had limits and she knew others did too. Zoe cringed at the thought of childbirth just like everybody else.

The point most people never saw was that Zoe’s unique mutation made her more aware of the limits of others because she had to know her own. If Zoe got a scratch, she had to go get the area irradiated and get her suit patched. Every bit of damage she received accumulated. If she was to undress, her dead body would be covered in bruises, one upon the other. Zoe had no idea what would really happen if she broke a bone. A cast for life maybe, or more likely, strip away all the flesh from the area and repair the bone with titanium splints. Something would happen one day and as much as Zoe pretended to be prepared, she knew she never really would be.

On the point of knowing others, both kids seemed to have amazing sets of teeth ::Please tell me you bottle feed those two::
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Zoe was a kook. That was Marrow's first impression, but she'd thought worse of people before.

Marrow was a kook too. Violent, antagonistic, didn't play well with others. All true and honest traits of her ingrained in her from a violent upbringing around violent people. There were those who constantly reminded her that she was a mother now, and that changing her ways was important, for the good of her child, but she sucked her teeth at them, bottled up frustration to be vented later. Nobody told her what to do, nobody told her how to act. They could blue themselves in the face doing it, and she'd bite her lip and fly the bird proudly in the end. If that made her immature, or childish, whatever. At least she admitted it.

Pearl would grow up how she felt comfortable doing so, and Marrow wouldn't try to cram her into any sort of shell she didn't fit into; that had been her life, weather through Rosencrantz at The Hill, whether through the Mob Boss that had pulled her through adolescence, or through the monstrous Morlock Sack who had turned her into a fanatic by preying on her fears.

She was a Queen now and this child in her arms, is squeeling glee constant and musical, would be raised a fucking princess.

So while Rahne softly reminded the girl that playing with faceplanting flight students into the ground was reckless and inadvisable, Marrow sat quiet in the knowledge that she honestly didn't care, but if it had happened to someone she'd cared about, she'd have probably decked the girl in the jaw.

Nodding at Rahne's praise of Pearl, she winked back at her friend, a silent response that implied mutual thoughts. Greg was a good looking healthy kid too.

"Yeah," She said. "It'll be fun seein' em get into mischief and stuff."

"Pearl don't do milk." She said in retort to the voice in her head, still inwardly shuddering. "I'm fucked up in the genes; we don't work like we used to."

The topic made her squeamish. Body stuff. Her discomfort was silently expressed through a causal shift in how she carried her baby, whose attentions had been long refocused on students darting in the skies behind them and overhead. She didn't have the standard motherly experience, but then standard was never a word used around here much with credibility anyways.
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"Aye, I've heard it a time 'r two," Rahne said with a shrug of her shoulders. Truth be told, she didn't feel like the greatest parent ever. She felt in over her head, she felt confused and many times, she felt like she was winging it. Sometimes, she couldn't tell what was upsetting him. She felt confident enough at knowing when he was hungry, and knew full well when he needed changing, but beyond that, there were many times when he would do something, and Rahne would have no clue as to what to do.

"Well, I'd nae know so much about mischief, but I'd hope it would be good for 'em to... ye know... socialize, get acquainted with their own peers. They get a chance we never had," Rahne said with a smile. How different things could have been if they had a chance to grow alongside those like them? She could hardly imagine. But she'd be damned if she didn't give her own kid a chance to have that. And she'd be thrilled to see it happen.

Rahne glanced over to Zoe as she asked the question about breastfeeding, and chuckled shaking her head.
'Aye, he does at that, but I think he's probably gettin' to the point where he's up for somethin' a bit more... advanced, I guess," she glanced down at him as he... played with the plush doll in his grip, lifting one hand up to gently tickle at his forehead a bit with her fingertips.

"Though I guess I'm lucky - even when the wee chompers started growin' in, he never once - ye know - got so into it that he bit me," she said with a chuckle, before glancing over to Sarah. Pearl didn't do it at all? Odd.

"So ye never..." Rahne said with a tilt of her head. "Heh. Well. Ye dodged that bullet, I guess - but I suppose then ye dinnae get the... uh... heh - well, I'll admit, it's an interesting experience havin' - ye know, bigger knockers."
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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If Sarah had openly said Zoe was a kook, she would have taken it as a compliment. She was a firm believer that normal was boring. She also considered herself to be completely open minded and accepting. Zoe even envied Sarah for her exotic beauty.

Zoe was starting to feel a tad out of her depth around these two Mums, talking about theirs kids and play-dates and post pregnancy breast size. She did have some experience with babies, being six years older than her brother, but it did not add up to much. At the time, and because of her baby brother, Zoe hated littler kids. Post mutation, Zoe was unable to have kids of her own, but potentially she could adopt one day, when she was much much more mature. She had zero idea if she would ever want kids however. The lack of functioning biology had stripped her of more than one instinct, had it stripped her of a mother’s instinct? She did not know.

It was little surprise that Zoe was starting to tune out much of the conversation between Sarah and Rahne. Attention span was not her strong point. She sat up a little, resting on her elbows so she could watch the group of flying students some more. There was a near mid-air hit, the aftermath of which led to an actual mid-air crash between another pair of students. The collision was not much and merely sent one student out of control for just a brief second, their quick recovery was a credit to their reflexes. Zoe chuckled inwardly in amusement.

Despite her lack of attention, one of Sarah’s words did catch hold in Zoe’s mind, “mischief”. That got her thinking about what sort of trouble mutant babies could get into. Zoe could easily imagine a flying babe whose crib was fully enclosing and would possibly need a leash. Other silly ideas about what a baby might do with super powers crossed her silly mind. And so did the idea for a sitcom.

The more Zoe thought about it, the more the idea grew on her. Perhaps the world was not ready for a sitcom about a mutant family and their everyday normal mutant problems, but just maybe, it was what the world needed to help it accept that Mutants were people too, with their own unique ineptitudes of life.

::Do you two think the world is ready for an everyday sitcom about an everyday mutant family and their everyday mutant problems?::
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Marrow wished she could believe in Rahne's words; the fabled 'chance we never had'. Cute little mutant babies growing up without the tumult and tribulation, the ridicule and outright racism. She wished she believed it, but if anything, the cynic in her felt it was only delayed. They'd grow up loved, but the second they were old enough to ponder the world beyond their parents' protections, they'd see it all for what it was. There was one key difference however, in which Rahne's notion was correct; anyone who chose to visit harm, or even attempt to do so, on these children would have a very short time in which to consider their mistake.

And as much as Rahne might have felt like a terrible mother, Marrow was wholly convinced that she flat out was. She didn't identify with the nature goddess aspect of childbirth. She didn't feel empowered by it, she didn't feel as if she'd done something spectacular; ever the cynic, she felt she'd brought a life into this world that hated anything that didn't fit into its common molds, and Pearl was anything but common. Mutant, Brood, it didn't matter. She felt as if she was damned to persecution either way. It was what made Xaviers, the X-Men, the scant few friends she could count on one hand all so important.

Rahne brought up boobs and Marrow let out a wide, embarassed grin before looking down at her own chest, which, admittedly, hadn't really grown. She'd never had body issues like that, not that Rahne had either, she'd just always been more concerned with osteous spikes cutting through her at random inconvenient places than the size of her chest. She was still thin, still muscular and bony. It seemed in that respect that some things never changed.

It was at that point that Marrow looked over to Xombie, who seemed to have the thousand yard stare perfected. She felt awkward in thsi moment. She knew Rahne, loved Rahne, but Marrow was never much of a talker. She felt always like she was just forcing words out; the only time she felt comfortable with words was when she threw shade in a fight.

And then this Zooey girl. Weird or otherwise, she was a student and a mutant, and Marrow felt suddenly guilty that she couldn't find more to talk about. Was she so out of touch with herself that she couldn't even icebreak anymore?

The girl interrupted her self-critical inner reflections with a seemingly random question and again Marrow screamed internally. She didn't watch TV. She'd grown up without it. She had a TV in her apartment that Kevin used more than she did. She couldn't see the point in the time investment. She couldn't sit there in one place for long enough. She felt even more alien now than she had five seconds ago.

"I dunno." She offered. "I think the last thing I watched on TV was an episode of that stupid XFI show."
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"Och, would ye look at that! Ye're nae blushing, are ye?" Rahne teased with a grin and a shake of her head. She had missed this, really, the way she and Sarah interacted. Rahne felt truly blessed to have as many true, good friends as she did, and Sarah Rushman was no exception. Each friend brought something different to the metaphorical table, whether it was the gentleness and fondness for quiet times that Avery brought, or the physicality and athleticism that Dani Moonstar brought, or this, the willingness to talk of topics she normally wouldn't with Sarah. Each one was different, and each was treasured and essential.

"Honestly, though - ye're missin' a bit of a hassle, really - the sooner the tanks go on empty the better," Rahne chuckled slightly. It wouldn't be too much longer, as she figured. Those teeth growing in were a dead giveaway as it were.

Rahne glanced over to Zoe, pondering the girl's question for a moment. Television - if Jamie Madrox's show was any indication, there was a possibility for mutant tv programs, but if she as honest with herself, she had no idea how the show was doing, if people were watching it at all. She certainly knew she and Jack weren't. They'd never been much for television to begin with, and with the baby now occupying so much attention, they were considerably less so now.

"Maybe someday," she said with a nod of her head and a shrug of her shoulders, glancing down as Greg seemed to chime in with a growled babble, casually and contentedly gnawing on his plush toy.

"I'd like t' think that someday, we'll be everyday fixtures of society, just like anyone else. That's what we're trying for, at least. T' just be accepted as people. An' by then, who knows - mebbe we'll have a mutant actor starrin' in a production what does nae require him to hide his talents. Or her talents. Aye?"
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[size0]Say the dog and butterfly,
in the air they like to fly.
Dog and butterfly.
She knew she had to try,
and she float back down to the warm soft ground,
laughing - she don't know why,
but she had to try, she had to try.
Dog and Buttefly.


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