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[The first thing that causes Melanie to stir is the pain in her back. Then it's the feeling of raindrops pummeling her back and... the taste of sand in her mouth.]

Ugh! [Immediately she pushes herself up and works to wipe away all of the sand, although she winces slightly when she hears a clap of thunder.

Wake up on a beach in a thunderstorm. Oh, this is perfect.]

Somehow, I get the feeling that this isn't the beach in Gotham.

[And how did she get here, anyway?]

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[bamfing]

No problem. [He holds out his hand as if offering to hold hers.]

It's about five miles to get to the transporter, though. I can get use there faster.

/punches notifs

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[And Melanie won't hesitate to take the offered hand.]

If it gets us out of the rain faster, I don't think I'll mind.

[bamfing]

[He wraps his hand around hers.]

It might help to close your eyes, yeah?

[Because this is going to take about ten teleports just to get to the teleporter. Unfortunately his 'ports are more exhausting for the rider than the one in control, so by the time she gets there, she'll probably be feeling a little exhausted and like she came off one of the loopiest roller coasters around.]

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[Melanie thinks the suggestion is a bit odd, but she'll go with it, anyway. She closes her eyes and... whoa.

When that's all done, Melanie is left feeling very dizzy, and she has to lean on Kurt for a bit just to make sure she doesn't fall over.]

... So I'm guessing you're not just spliced, huh?

[bamfing]

[Having pretty girls leaning on him after something like that is probably the greatest perk of his power. Maybe.]

Spliced? Not... really. I'm not sure what that means, but I'm a mutant. [Or in DC terms, the much more friendly 'meta-human'.]

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Splicing is this old trend back in Gotham - kids would get their DNA spliced with an animal's - but it was outlawed a while back. Seems like that doesn't apply to you.

Mutant, though... [She smirks.] Sounds pretty schway.

[Her parents would be appalled at Melanie using such unrefined slang, but she's since stopped being a part of their little group. Melanie quickly pushes that thought out of her mind.]

[bamfing]

[He grins at that. It's not as cool as it seems, but he's willing to go with it. Though:]

... schway, huh? [Why does that sound familiar?]

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It's slang. I guess you could say it's another way of saying 'cool' or 'awesome'.

[bamfing]

Ahh! I get it. Very schway.

[Here's the teleporter, though. It's a large metal box sort of thing with a door on the front. He opens it up, waiting for her to follow him inside.]

Speaking of schway, this is the fastest way to the village.

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[She follows him inside.] Is this going to make me feel like I'm going to pass out, too?

[She's only partially joking.]

[bamfing]

Don't worry, this one's user friendly.

[He closes it. There's a slight shift, like going in an elevator, and when he opens it they're in another building. The barracks, specifically.]

Not as cool as the way I do it, but not bad, yeah?

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[Grin.]

Definitely not as cool, but I guess it'll do.

[bamfing]

[He smiles too, stepping out of the teleporter. Now logically he should take her to the clothing shop, but he also knows she just got here.]

So... how are you doing so far?

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It's still pretty weird - I don't doubt it'll take some getting used to.

But at least the company isn't so bad.

[bamfing]

[Company? He blinks, taken back a little.]

Like... present company? [Shouldn't she be more worried about... wings and stuff?]

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[Melanie likes people, and she likes to focus on people. She's tried to work out of always pushing for connections with people she's just met, but old habits die hard. Either way, she usually cares more about trying to form a connection with people than most other things. You'll learn that about her eventually, Kurt.]

I haven't been in anyone else's company since getting here. [So yes, she means present company.

As for the wings... well, that pain in her back is still present and she was a bit too distracted by the teleporting and exhaustion to really notice them.]

[bamfing]

[Oh. This is probably flirting. Okay, yeah. Flirting is cool. He's usually pretty cool with that... when he's... doing the flirting.

Though she just said 'not so bad'. So it's not really anything at all.]

Ahhh, right, duh. [Nervous chuckle.] At least you're taking the mutant thing well.

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[Yes, she's flirting. Though it's much more subdued. If she were as forward as she used to be, Melanie would probably have tried to kiss him by now.]

When you live in a city where it's trendy to splice your DNA, people run around in costume and either try to save the day or start something [like she and her family did], or... whatever else? [She thinks back to some of Gotham's other... less than human-looking villains, like Blight.]

Trust me, blue and fuzzy isn't so scary.

[bamfing]

[Considering he's being compared to Gotham?]

Man, I'm not sure if I should be flattered or not.

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Sorry. [She laughs a little.] You're fine. Trust me. [She means that, too.]

Anyway, do you know where I could get some clothes? That aren't soaking wet, I mean.

[bamfing]

Ah, right. Next stop, clothing store. [He holds his hand out for her, so they can bamf again.]

Ready?

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[She takes his hand.]

Ready. [She's a bit concerned by the fact that she doesn't have any money at the moment, but they'll cross that bridge when it comes.]

[bamfing]

[Now you see them, now you don't. A split second later, they're out in the rain again, but then before there's even time to get an idea of the surroundings, they're gone again and reappearing inside the clothing store.]

Here we are. The boringly named Clothing Store.

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As long as it's got what I need, I don't think the name matters much. [She takes a few moments to browse through the clothing available before she spots a rather familiar ensemble.]

... Wait, those are my clothes. [How did they even get here and... why wasn't she wearing them when she arrived?]

[bamfing]

... oh yeah, the people who brought us here? They ahh... kinda left your clothes here. It's their system or something. They did it to me too.

[Just try not to think of the implications of what that means.]