<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HWrcTrO.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Megan Frost-Summers (<strong>Mind Witch</strong>) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347243.msg16349257#msg16349257)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>GeNext Uniform<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Magni | Myg | OPEN<br/><strong>Warnings: </strong>None<br/><br/><hr/>There was a lot more talk of destiny and the end of days, but Megan wasn't as well versed on this topic as the two boys next to her. What she did know though was a vision from her mother about an apocalyptic set of possible futures as seen through the eyes of others. Ones where the mutant race lost out, the world ended, in others the Phoenix obliterated all life, in yet another only machines rules and united with a great mechanical entity. She had seen those probabilities lived out repeatedly and knew that every horrible possibility lay in wait. But it wasn't today.<br/><br/>Myg had agreed to cover up her browser history tracks and was fascinated by the comic book collection.<br/><br/>Thinking and communicating only telepathically with Myg she responded,<strong>"Get your mind out of the gutter about my browser history... I just don't want my mother know where I spend all her money. If she saw my Primark account history going back to through high school she'd bring me back to life just to murder me again."</strong>The voice in Myg's head from Megan was flat and emotionless when she spoke to him.<strong> "The comics on the other hand are pure Hentai. Hope you like tentacles. I do."</strong>Again, she didn't flinch or affect any emotional tone in her delivery.<strong>"I'll loan you a few but the pages better not come back sticky."</strong>Was she serious or just toying with him?<br/><br/>Megan stepped back as the boys talked more Norse mythology and shrugged her shoulders not really getting the conversation at it's height. Instead she planted her backside on a bench, leaning back casually to stick out her arms and rest on her palms. The effect stuck her breasts out a little more, the tops of them straining and threatening to escape of the edge of her top. Slipping one leg over the other, she crossed them slowly and smiled back and forth between these interesting individuals. Was she aware of the way she sat? Maybe. Given her mother's proclivities to accentuating dress and tantalizingly extra behavior, it might be reasonable to assume the former was true.<br/><br/><strong>"All this talk of burgers and ice cream is making me hungry for some real food."</strong>Megan said.<strong>"And you know what Myg said is true. We'll help in anyway that's needed. That's what we are all here for. You should both know this though, I only go places where there is indoor plumbing... So before anyone makes travel plans. Just keep that in mind, okay?</strong>" Her ice blue eyes looked back and forth between Myg and Magni.<strong>"Does anyone want to go watch the ceremonies for today's festivities online? I think the President or something is probably going to give a speech and I think there's a free concert after.. We can watch it in my room. I see stacks of snacks in our future.. at least until they need us for something."</strong><br/>