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Emery sighed and snuggled closer to Ryo. "Well, I'm not a very nice person, am I?" He poked at Ryo's stomach. "Oh well..."

As yawns are, they quickly become contagious and Emery was not resistant to such. Mutant he may be, but he was still delightfully human. "Sleep, sleep... There is a song about that I bet..." He arched up as he yawned. "But I'm a bit lazy to figure out what it is..." Emery trailed off from his rambling and fell into a nice sleep.

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Tai looked up at Jean, he sounded to be upset, but Tai didn't really know why. Tai Grabbed onto Jean's arm and leaned outwards. "Come on... Don't be sad.." He told him, giggling a bit between his words. Tai smiled back at Jean once his fake expression vanished. "But... People shouldn't lie, right?" He started, Jean had wanted him to believe in himself, but he didn't and he couldn't lie. "But maybe I'll start to soon..." He still leaned out pulling Jeans arm as they walked. They got to the hall with their room in it and Tai gently let go, there wasn't much room in the hall for him to lean out, so he just paced beside Jean.

Connor's heart was beating rapidly, he liked it at first, but he started to get slightly queezy. He didn't know why, but he felt like he was going in spirals. He opened his eyes a bit to see what was happening, but all he saw was darkness. He closed his eyes his blush starting to fade and loosened his grip on Hyde's cheeks. What was going on, why was everything... gone? Slowly but surely, Connor felt Hyde lean away, but Connor didn't stop the kiss. But soon after, Hyde felt like he wanted to stop, so Connor slipped his hands from the other's cheeks and stopping the kiss.

When he opened his eyes to see Hyde's expression, He felt even more queezy. All around him, there was bright green grass and Small sculptures. They were outside of the school, it must have been Hyde. Connor closed his eyes again and placed his hand on his stomach, tilting his head down. When he heard Hyde's apology, he peer up at him, a somewhat pained expression on his face. Connor mustered up a smile and responded, "It's alright, I should be the one hat's sorry..." He mumbled, closing his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do now was puke. "I suddenly came on to you... It's my fault." He tried to lift himself off the ground, but the transportation made his bones ache as well as his stomach. "I Just wish that your powers didn't make me feel sick..." That came out completely wrong, he meant that the separation of his cells and the process made him feel sick, not his power overall, but if he opened his mouth again, he was afraid of what would happen.

Ryo's eyes fluttered open as a small breeze hit his face. He suddenly felt colder then he had before, but he couldn't tell why.
"Emery? Is it cold in here?"

he asked and squeezed the object in his lap. But something was different. The object wasn't as solid as it was before. It was now softer and fluffy and squishy.

he looked down and saw not Emery, but a pillow.
"Emery!!!"

Ryo jumped like a cat that had just been sneaked up apon and ran out of the room. His heart and mind were racing faster then they ever had before.

"EMERY!!!"
he kept calling out to the missing boy.

He dashed through the entire building, going up and down stairs, in and out of rooms. He finally finished and fell, trembling, to his knees.

"What's going on? Where is he? Did I do something wrong? Did...did he leave me already?"

Ryo was hurt now, more hurt then he probably should have been.

"Why did he leave me!? Why did he..."
Ryo was about to speak when he was cut off by a sudden surge of power from his entire body.

"N..No! Not again!!!"

He ran as fast as he could out of the building, but it was already too late. His fear and pain had already manifested themselves with his powers. Ryo tried to scream, but no sound came from his voice.

He cried, it was all he could do. His eyes went black and he levitated two feet off of the ground. He just flew around aimlessly until he came to a stream near a big tree.

His powers went out of control and lifted or shook everything in a 20 foot radius of him, but luckily the tree was too far for his powers to reach.

Rocks soared around him, coliding with each other and other objects. Water from the stream rose in bursts like giasers.

"EMERY!!!!!! WHATEVER I DID, I'M SORRY!!!!!!!!!!"

he cried out and slowly fell to the ground. The rockes and water fell back into place and everything was silent except for the last few tears Ryo cried before blacking out.

Salem was panting, but unfortunately the circumstances behind it this time were far less enjoyable. Every breath was a struggle; his lungs felt like they had turned to stone, unwilling to give and expand to let in more air, and it only pained him more to force it.

"It's nothing," Salem mumbled, but his voice sounded strained to his ears, "I'm fine." He bowed his head as he spoke, forehead nestled against the hot pocket of Pluto's neck. It was hard to keep a straight face when his body was so determined to prove him wrong. Salem was used to this by now; his body loved to contradict everything he said, especially when he was putting on a brave face.

A miserably pitiful groan escaped him as a second rush of pain burst inside his chest, forcing him to wrap an arm around his ribcage as if holding himself would make him feel better. Changing his shape wasn't always this troublesome; he just needed to picture the face he wanted to take most of the time and in a few seconds that would be who he was looking at in the mirror. Of course, the mechanics were more complicated then that, but Salem had never understood the scientific babble the guys in white coats had thrown at him while he was in IMDA Quarantine. The way he saw it was that his cells had a 'memory', but instead of remembering events or conversations, they remembered DNA. Salem didn't understand anything more complex then that.

However, he was well aware of his limitations. The scientists at Quarantine, no doubt drooling over the prospect of getting to study a real shapeshifter, had been disappointed with what they received: a scrawny seven-year-old boy with so much potential and absolutely no idea how to use it. And the disappointments just kept on coming. They quickly discovered that he couldn't change his form at will, not at first anyway, and that he needed a DNA sample before he could even attempt to mimic someone else's shape. Salem could still remember the frustrated looks on their faces when they learned he only had a fifty percent success rate. The time limit was also a problem; no matter how hard he tried, Salem could only hold any one form for thirteen minutes -- well, the exact count was thirteen minutes and fort-two seconds, but there's no need to be so specific.

The scientists missed out, however; Salem was sent to Saint Patrick's before they could see his "true potential". He didn't know why it happened, of course he was sure the scientists had some long, unnecessary word to describe it, but after sharing intimate moments with another person ( in other words "sex" ) Salem's ability rebelled. The transformation that followed was flawless down to even the most insignificant details and excruciatingly painful and inconvenient and... hot?

Something wasn't quite right. His skin felt hot, like he was bending low over a bonfire - uncomfortable and suffocating but not yet painful. And for once it wasn't because of him. The heat was coming from Pluto, the invisible waves making his image hazy in the light streaming in from the window. It was enough to make Salem forget that it hurt to move. He pushed Pluto off of his lap as he straightened up. He stared at the black-haired boy with wide, fearful eyes.

The fear, however, was more the result of what was happening to his own body then the strange things Pluto was exhibiting. Both of his hands felt like they had been dipped in acid and, to his horror, the callouses on his palms and fingers had been burned away, leaving his skin as smooth as velvet, just like Pluto's skin.

Salem held his hands close to his chest, palms down, and tried to ignore how much his skin had paled in the last few moments. He stood up with lightning speed and instantly regretted it; the pain dropped down into his stomach, stirring up his insides and making him feel nauseous. Was it just him or was it the more he moved, the farther the pain spread and the quicker his transformation became? Regardless, Salem continued. In no time at all Salem had pulled his jeans on - he was very good at dressing and undressing quickly, it was a necessary skill to have when you had to change outfits, sometimes from male to female, on a moments notice. He needed to cover up, hide the fact that his pallor was gradually growing lighter, the colour of moonlight, the scars on his back, arms and chest were healing -- even his build seemed thinner, lithe and graceful.

[I'm so sorry guys. I've been really busy and unable to post as much as a should. I think if everyone is ready, we'll start the first day of school as soon as Salem here completes his transformation into Pluto. I think that will give everyone enough time to finish up what they're doing. Does that sound fair?

EDIT: I thought this would be helpful for people to communicate better and discuss up-coming things in the roleplay. OOC Thread So, give it a look and please tell me if you guys are still interested in this roleplay, okay? Thanks.]

There was really no need to be sorry, Salem thought as the word continued to drop from those perfect lips, lips that he would share soon. It was really all his fault. He should never have surrendered his common sense to those eyes - such an irresistible shade of blue - or that voice - smooth and silky, like velvet. He should have just turned around and walked back around the corner when he saw him and find a normal beautiful girl to fool around with. He would have had to sacrifice Pluto's beautiful face, but at least then he would have had more control over the situation. They could have gone back to her room instead so when he was done he could have left before the change really took hold, retreated back to his room where it was safe.

There were many things he could have done, but unfortunately he had to face the reality that he did none of those things. And he would have to suffer the consequences.

Pluto was staring at him. He had been too absorbed in his own problems, namely the subtle yet evident changes to his hands, to see the other's eyes widen in horror, but Salem could feel his eyes on him just the same. He struggled to keep standing; the pain in his stomach was burning a path through his hips and down into his thighs.

His own little problems seemed to dwindle, however, in the presence of Pluto. Salem had just begun scanning the floor for a shirt, towel, blanket - anything to shield his body from view, but something caught his attention. He raised his head slowly, barely daring to breathe, and for the second time in the last five minutes the other boy made him forget himself. Pluto's finger was on fire! Not just any fire wither. This one was blue and white and Salem couldn't help but be mesmerized by the little flame. But it seemed as soon as he spotted it, the tiny flame was gone, snuffed out in Pluto's warm mouth.

"S-Salem? Salem, are you alright...? I'm sorry..." There was that word again. Salem's just stiffened, honestly he had never heard someone apologize so much and so needlessly. Pluto hadn't done anything wrong. They were both the same after all, cursed by power that made them the enemies of their own flesh and blood. Freaks of nature. Mutants.

Salem would have laughed at the irony. Out of all the people he could have found in this place, he was drawn to another of his own kind. One would have thought he would be tired of mutants by now, having grown up with them, but life seemed to have a cruel sense of humour.

He grinned, a strange sense of relief washing over him. At least he's not the only freak in the room. But that was about the extent of his reaction for, when he tried to speak a third rush of pain overtook him. It was stronger then it's predecessors and Salem knew immediately that it was the final nail in his coffin. He dropped to all fours like a sack of bricks, the pain dragging a strangled cry from his throat.

It hurt... It hurt so much... Salem could feel agonized tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. His skeleton had begun to change shape, growing longer - taller - and narrower to match Pluto's body type. He hated this part. The sound of bones cracking and snapping back into place always made him want to be sick. Not only that, but he hated being this... vulnerable. Salem couldn't get up anymore, the pain was too great, crippling, and it wasn't exactly flattering to lie face down on the floor, crying out as the pain overwhelmed him. The least he could have done was string together a long line of obscenities, but he didn't have control over his own tongue anymore.

Or was it Pluto's tongue now? It wasn't that surprising he would feel even a little bit confused about his own identity. There wasn't much left of Salem that was his own anymore; his hair was black and glossy; his eyes were the deepest shades of blue; his skin was a brilliant pale marble; even his voice didn't sound the same anymore. The transformations was almost complete.

((mikado13: <.< ok, this time it wasn't writer's block, just lazyassness. razz ))

The ground shook and everything fell up in a whirl as Emery was shaken from his daze. As swift as thunder, everything started shaking: The ground the air, the rocks--as if a great magnetic force was disrupting the earth's natural state.

Emery froze in his now rigid position high in the tree. Apparently, he wasn't affected, but he could still fell the shockwave in the wind. He looked around, for the epicenter of this unnatural occurence... and found it.

Ryo, he thought.

"RYO. OH CRAP." He shouted this more to himself than anybody, really. Then his voice dropped to barely a whisper. "Holy crap he can't control himself... He needs to stop... Ryo, please stop."

Then everything went still.

Emery jumped down from the tree, not caring that the impact from landing a bit on his heels had caused him pain. He sprinted the short distance out to his roommate and friend, and knelt by his side.

He's blacked out. Crap.

Efficiently and methodically, Emery checked Ryo's blood pressure and vital signs as if some hand were guiding him. He had to maintain calm. One of them had to maintain calm. One of them had to have the sane head.

One of them had to not die.

And there Emery knelt in shock. He wouldn't leave Ryo's side, not now. No, Ryo needed him. He knew it.

"SOMEBODY! GET A TEACHER!" Emery shouted, wishing for someone to pay attention.

It was all he could do not to bawl like a baby right then and there.

Salem didn't envy Pluto right now. It couldn't have been a pleasant sight, especially since there was nothing between his body and the boy's eyes but a thin layer of tissue and flesh. The sound his bones made as they snapped... the way they moved beneath this skin of their own free will... Salem was shocked that Pluto hadn't run out of the room yet screaming bloody murder.

"Hah..." Salem sighed as he felt the pain begin to fade; the process was finally complete and a familiar feeling of relief descended upon him. It was a strange feeling. Or maybe it was just this transformation that felt strange. Salem honestly couldn't say he remembered ever feeling this way before. The change had only taken a few minutes to complete, but he felt like he had lost hours of his time. He was tired, every cell in his body felt heavy, but he could not rest. Pluto was still watching him, his hand felt warm against his shoulder, and he didn't want to make him worry anymore. There had been more then enough of that in the past ten minutes to last him the rest of the week --being a mutant just naturally guaranteed a certain level of anxiety in your every day life. There was no escaping from it.

"Please be alright..."

Salem wasn't sure how long he lay on the floor, but when he finally tried to move the pain was one and his breath was even. Maybe he had been a little hasty when he jumped off the bed, the warm embrace of the blankets might have been more persuasive than his conscience. Oh well. He dug this grave, the least he could do was lie in it and not let all his effort go to waste.

"Well," and Salem wasn't surprised to hear Pluto's quiet, velvety perfect voice come out of his mouth. "That was... unpleasant..."

Getting back up on his feet was a slower process than he was comfortable admitting --he normally wasn't this weak, especially not in front of curious eyes. Though it took some time, a couple of minutes ( collapsing near Will's bed was a welcomed stroke of luck in the midst of all this misfortune -- it easily supported his weight ), Salem managed to stand up again.

A small frown creased his lips as he surveyed his surroundings with new eyes. His body was still shaking, but he figured it was because of the AC instead of the painful tremours rippling through his body now. It was normally strange to take someone's appearance like this, it was just so intimate, everything but his consciousness was altered to match the other person, but this felt exceptionally awkward. Nobody had ever seen him change like this before and up until today he had always made sure of that. But he supposed it couldn't be helped. Salem had never slept with another mutant before, not because there had been a lack of them in his life, but the most of the people at Saint Patrick's were like family to him and out of all his kinks, incest was not one of them. So, it was only Pluto's little fire show that had stopped him from locking himself in the bathroom while h had the chance.

Salem looked down at the black-haired teen through bangs as equally as dark as his own. He tried to grin, to prove to both of them that everything was going to be fine, which it was, eventually, but right now things were rather tense and uncomfortable. The grin felt like a cheap imitation compared to the one that usually graced his face.

The expression on Pluto's face was embarrassing, there was too much unnecessary concern and curiosity, Salem could feel his cheeks start turning red. Damn it! Why did Pluto have to have a face that blushed so easily? And so darkly? Salem's face felt like it was on fire! It seemed there were going to be some annoying and unavoidable consequences to taking such a beautiful face after all.

"Heh," he chuckled, but his voice lacked humour, "I never realized how much taller you are than me." He plucked at his jeans, faded and torn at the knees from wear, which were considerably shorter then he remembered. It was a good thing their hips were about the same size, otherwise Salem would be having a hard time trying to concentrate on anything but the tightness of his pants.

"You shoud put some clothes on too," Salem continued off-handedly. "My roommate will be back soon and I think finding the two of us, you, whatever, will be traumatizing enough without one of us being naked."