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"Anything new can be scary: don't be embarrassed," Cassie said with a smile. "I'm actually not that tired but you probably had a longer day than me. I'm used to working out in the danger room for long periods of times and what not. I'll let you get ready for bed though. I should head to bed myself as it is getting late. And if I can't sleep maybe I can study or see if I can get another perfect score on a practice ACT for fun like I did two weeks ago."

She shrugged and waved, "See you tomorrow. If I'm ambitious I'll make you an omelet for breakfast. If not, you're stuck with cereal."

The cold of the metallic tiles seeped through his sweat stained shirt. Dean still laid there, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling. Summoning that bow always took this much out of him. It was the limit of his power as he knew it. He would be able to will many others into existence if he does not use that forbidden bow. In the Hindu Epic only one mortal was able to use it and it took everything of him to use it. The effects were the same on Dean but he wondered why. He had thought about his power for many years. Just how does it work? Many people knew legends and myths but how could that power be verified? Did his power copy the information from his brain and manifests that? Like the first imprint being the one that remains? It would be nice if he could change that. Or rather...how could he remove negative effects from certain relics? Would that even be possible for him to do since that would mean changing the relic and potentially nullifying it.

No use thinking about it now. Dean resigned his train of thoughts and got up slowly. His arms felt a little better but still felt like they weighed too much. He made his way to his room. His muscles ached so he couldn't take off his shirt as fast as he would have liked. A good warm bath sounded good about now. As the tub filled itself he looked in the mirror. He really was a handsome man. His age really seemed to have helped with that. Like some other man he became a more refined kind of handsome as he grew older. A few scars decorated his upper body. All earned as a thanks for protection the same people who still hated his kind. Oh the irony. It didn't take long for the bath to be filled. As he lowered himself into it his mind was already thinking about the parade. Mostly trying to think of new, better ways to reduce as many threat factors as he could.

Felicia Carter
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Felicia woke up with a different instinctive urge. The urge to just prowl around. She got up pushing the blankets away and shifted into he fox form. She went exploring and running around the institute until she was tired again. Instead of going back to her bed she found a nice comfy pillow sleep on that lay on top of a couch. She massaged it with her paws, curled up tight and went to sleep, she was there the next morning snoozing away in her fox form with the occassional twitch.

By the time, sunlight from the rising sun came into her room from the window, Cassie gave up on her sporadic sleep. Walking to her bathroom, she looked in the mirror and groaned: dark circles framed her eyes. Rolling her eyes she washed her face and pulled out her make-up bag, and skillfully hid her exhaustion before returning to her room to dress up for the next day, pulling out a plaid skirt, a orange t-shirt, black tights, and a pair of black motorcycle boots. Walking to her wall of glasses she glanced and sighed, "Decisions, decisions..." Glancing at the mirror, what she really wanted to do was go without her glasses but sighed and grabbed a pair of Armani frames and went out the door of her room and headed downstairs.

It was quiet in the mansion, and Cassie paused in the common area, smiling as she saw a fox curled up on the couch. She considered waking the girl up but decided not and continued to the kitchen. Pulling out omelet supplies she began working on making herself an omelet, figuring she would leave the supplies out and make anyone else who woke up an omelet when they found the kitchen. As she worked she turned on the television, flipping through channels till she found the news. Only half listening to the news go on about the new grant the president is providing to several major cities to instal mutant detectors.

"Couldn't they put that money towards feeding the poor or something?" Cassie muttered under her breath as she chopped peppers and mushrooms for her omelet.

Cassie tensed a little hearing the fox enter the kitchen, even more so when it rubbed against her legs but then continued her work, finishing chopping ingredients and then mixing eggs and milk. "You know, it's weird with you always in fox form," Cassie said glancing down at her through her glasses. "How am I supposed to talk to you and ask what you want on your omelet?"

She shook her head, "And, I'll have you know that the only reason I'm cooking is because I got up ridiculously early and didn't feel like studying." The truth was she actually enjoyed cooking, because it was something that she had bonded with her brother over and it reminded her of a simpler time back home in Austin.

She smiled and admitted, "Okay, I'm lying: I like cooking, usually, as long as I have someone to appreciate my work. Why don't you go to my room and find some clothes and come back quick and tell me if there is anything else you want like bacon or whatever? Well, you could transform here, I really don't care if you end up nude or whatever but I figured you might."

Cassie glanced over at Felicia, surprised that such a overly girly outfit could have been produced from her closet. She had girly items, but usually she paired them with boots or a leather jacket to toughen the item up. Of course, Felicia was wearing tennis shoes with the skirt: she frowned, realizing that they really needed to go shoe shopping.

"Your choice is pretty much anything in the fridge," Cassie answered. "Mine is red and green peppers, tomatoes, and mushrooms, along with Mexican cheese. I probably will add hot sauce too, but that is just a personal preference thing. We also have Swiss Cheese and Cheddar in the fridge too if you prefer that and I can also cook you bacon. Or you can just have my omelet."

She shrugged, "I really don't care. I was only cooking because I couldn't sleep. It actually helps calm me down. It reminds me of a simpler time in my life." She smiled, "It is nice having all these designer clothes and access to all this stuff but I would give it up in an instant to go back to being at home and being normal and having my family back together." She flipped the omelet and placed it on a plate and said, "I'm not completely heartless, I just act that way because of the nature of my power. I used to be a normal teenager- well not completely normal, I was popular- but you get the idea."

Cassie nodded, sliding her omelet to a plate and opening the fridge to pull out the ham and quickly chopped up some ham and added it to the ingredients Felecia requested. Cassie did the prep work without much though while pouring a liberal amount of hot sauce on her omelet, pulling out a fork, and stealing bites from her breakfast- multitasking apparently was one of the girl's talents.

After beginning the omelet she added bacon to another skillet and smiled at Felecia and said, "Anything else you care for? Your wish is my command. I'm not the best cook in the world but I am a good cook and I try. Unfortunately, my brother stole all the talent of my family- he was the smart one and the good cook- I suppose I am better at sports but anyways there is the fact that indisputably I'm the charming one, I have the good personality, and I actually have some morals. Okay, Mr. Nixon might not agree with some of that, but whatever."

She laughed taking a large bite of her omelet, "So, tell me more about you and your family. I'm so self absorbed I'll talk about myself forever if I am not careful, but I do want to know more about you: I like you believe it or not so I want to know more about you. After all, we are teammates."