Christi
◆."Gotcha." Margo nodded. "Been there, done that. My father's now blind and somewhat disabled because of the beating I gave him, but the fucker deserved it."

□ Maybe it was the prisoner in her, but the exchanging of stories about how each person ended up at the Cradle always interested Margo. Something about this place and its crowds of people whose only crime was being parahuman interested her quite a bit, and so as she leaned against the wall she hoped that recounting her own story would help open up some sort of shared dialogue. Perhaps naïve, but oh well. Looking back over at the shorter gal, she nodded as she spoke, mostly to show that she wasn't tuning her out or whatever.

▪︎ Then again, what sort of person would have approached a stranger and then tuned them out?

◆ "Yeah, sure." She casually agreed, tapping her fingertips against her thigh. "I usually go up to fish for the entire day, though, so it'd be an early morning and a long day out on the shores. But, shit, if you're interested then I'm sure you could come along."
Angelo
"Ooh wow, that sounds so fulfilling! Widh I'd gone through with mine, but considering my power, I may have done worse, or not, I don't know."

She did genuinely wish to maul what were essentially her captors, and now that she wa sbeginning to realize that even here she had much more freedom, or really any freedom, than she had back at home, and a small smile formed on her face as she put her hands together while her arms remained limp. She then looked back up at Margo as she spoke about the lake.

"All I need is a big hat, some big clothes and I'm mostly set, I don't do well in direct sunlight on account of, well..."

She gestured to herself, and by that she meant her skin, referring to the fact that she was so dangerously pale that any extended exposure to the sun or heat could be harmful to her, more inconvenient than a mere sweating at best.

"The sun hates me, see. So I hate it too."
Christi
◆ "Fuck, I'd imagine." Margo chuckled. "You're either pasty white or pitch black, and that's gotta do some weird shit to your body's ability to regulate its own temperature. Thankfully the bus stops close to a, erm... A beach store, I guess is the right term for it. I dunno. I just know they sell umbrellas and fishing lures, so that's cool."

□ Verbal equivalent of a shrug, Margo spoke with equal parts familiarity and uncertainty. She knew for a fact that on her first trip up she'd stopped off at a store that sold beach supplies and fishing supplies under the same roof, but whether it was truly right by the bus stop was a bit of a foggy question to which she had no clues to answer on. For now, though, she kept her gaze fixed on multiple points of the wall, alternating and occasionally looking over at the shorter girl to try and gauge how she was feeling about this whole interaction.

▪︎ A bit hard, however, to judge someone who looks like a horror film creature, she found out.

◆ "Anyways, gonna leave you to it. If you wanna talk more then just DM magnolia in the group chat, that's my handle." Margo pushed off the wall and walked around the other girl, her stomach grumbling loudly as she did so. "See you around."
Angelo
"Both, yes." She promptly answered Margo's statement about Yari's skin tone between the other's words.

"Convenient, except I have no money." She did it again, her face remaining mostly blank now, only a tiny smirk on her face.

She noted Margo's clear aversion to eye contact, maybe they weren't as assertive as they showed themselves to be? Yari felt that Margo was unsure about her actions whether it was because of Margo's inner self or Yari's odd presence was up in the air, but she doubted it was herself. That, or Margo just really liked looking at the walls and ceiling. As Yari made temporary conclusions about Margo, she only stared at her, but her habit of making ceaseless, unwavering eye contact had kicked in from the very beginning. "I'll do it if it comes to mind... Goodbye." She only looked back at Margo as she walked away, and once she was either out of view or far enough, Yari turned around and walked away, yet one of her abilities kicked in, which may make Margo forget exactly what Yari looked like outside of key features.

——— START OF NEW ———

So far, the day was alright, and she had met a few nice people, but she felt that it's been too good so far, or maybe she was just finally having luck with people. After all this, she was hungry again but, to be fair, last time she ate was midnight, at it was equivalent to about half of an average serving, to satiate herself, she wandered over to the cafeteria, getting a few looks from those she made very brief eye contact with along the way.

In the cafeteria, early in the morning, a trio of kids just a year older than Yarimiel herself were picking on her and pushing her around a bit as she tried to get to a table, most others minded their business but a few others tried to get them off the newbie to no real effect, before she sat down and the trio of Nameless Delinquents get sick of being effectively ignored, to which the main one, a boy, grabs the tray and frisbees it down the aisle, flinging food over others and nearly hitting someone in the face with it. Yari's breath quickens and her heart rate begins to rise, the pumping becoming louder as a ringing sound began to echo throughout her mind, her jaw muscles tensing up immensely as she clenched her hands into fists.

On her face, the dark veins began to grow and spread downwards, as well as the ones faitnly visible on her neck, and she was just calmly breathing, but that alone could not contain her willingness to *Fight back*, she wanted them to *Go away*. One more push, it's all she needed, that's all the justification she needed, yeah, one more push, one more punch, and she could beat the shit out of them, scream, whatever came to mind, or both. The trio was behind her, but those that could see her face could see it scrunching up in a mix of rage and tears, her jaw jutted forwards slightly. 

One more push. Her head slammed forwards on the table. The seal had broken— in a metaphorical sense, of course.

Her main power had activated again as she jumped up out of the picnic-esque table, her form very quickly elongating to the large, solid-colored monster, but now, for the one who has seen it, they might recognize it with one key difference, the fave was just a mass of teeth, insectoid mandibles and jaw bones, broken and whole, as a multitude of long, gangly yet powerful-looking arms sprouted from under the giant, now firmly fitting sweater the girl wore. 

As she fully got out of the chair and the boys jumped back in surprise, the creature began to growl, but once it was fully upright and the boys began to get back some more, it got down on its arms, its legs cracking disturbingly and bending in a way that would support this method of travel— then let out a bone-chillingly loud roar, which seemed to scare the boys, except one who simply judged that this was not a fight he could win, but Yari was too enraged to see the reason in simply letting them go. The creature began to crawl after them at a speed that would make ot catch up in an extremely short time, like some shit straight out of Stranger Things.

Once the beast had caught up in mere seconds, it grabbed one of the three boys and used them as a stepping stone, the weight of the hand slamming him into the ground with an awful thud while another arm took the second boy and tossed him away into another table before he curled up in pain. The third one she fully caught up to after another stride, which she grabbed using a long, slimy, dark tentacle that erupted from her mouth. It wrapped around his leg then pulled him closer, and lifted him in the air, letting go of him midair to then wrap itself around his body, binding his arms to his sides. It brought this boy closer as he struggled to get free, then let out another roar, but this one sounded meatier, it had a longer, heftier buildup, and was deep enough to make the bodies of those nearby physically vibrate in a mildly disorienting manner. After this, it let him go onto the ground, the boy now shaking in fear and crying, and everyone else reasonably backing away as far as possible or outright exiting the cafeteria with the crashing of chairs and chatter with occasional screams from the crowd of children. The creature then cleared its throat and spit on him, leaving a slightly black sticky slime on him,right before the creature huffed a few times, and began to recede into the mass of curls before that too shrunk in size, and The small pale girl returned, butbher face remained shrouded in the pure darkness, even in the direct light from the buzzing lights overhead. The faceless girl simply stared back with only two highly squinted eyes within the darkness. A shaky voice rang out in the silence that ensued, "Don't touch me ever again! Or I'll... I'll kill you!" She then curled her fists up again, wiped her mouth, then her eyes, and promtly began to run away, sobbing audibly.

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