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1: Utena was never a very refined fighter. She'd relied on aggression usually, a willingness to take a hit, an absolute belief in the rightness of whatever she was fighting for. But she was trying to be smarter about things and could currently be found in the gym with several books on different martial arts checked out. Currently, she was bent over one on Muay Thai, and experimenting with the trademark roundhouse using the shin. She tried a few experimentally, but her pivoting foot didn't turn over, causing her a sharp pain in her knee which she promptly ignored.

After a few more tries though, she'd managed to get it somewhat right. And as the bag rocked and jingled on its chains each time her shin dug furrows in it, she smiled. That was, before she realized someone else was nearby. Admiring? Judging? Just wanting to use the equipment?

"Oh, sorry, didn't see you there."

2: Out on the town, you've managed to attract the wrong kind of attention. Maybe it was a careless display of power that did it, or maybe they recognized you as coming from the Institute, but here on the street you're suddenly sorrounded by bullies: callow middle class boys wearing the paraphernelia of the self consciously masculine (Live Strong, Tapout, Ed Hardy, Affliction, etc). In other words, dudebros.

"Hey check out this mutie, Chad..." One says to the other with a lupine smile. "Looks like they need to learn some fucking manners."

Chad evidently agrees and one steps in towards you. The crowds are hurrying past, intent on not noticing, save for the rubberneckers.

And then she steps in too, seeming to almost glow and projecting a fierceness belied by her short height. She may not be tall, but she's compact and seemingly utterly unafraid.

"You punks couldn't teach a monkey about manners." She looks at you with a brash grin. "Right?"

Well, it had started with the skirt. You didn't really need to be a mutant to attract the attention of people like these guys if you happened to be a guy in a skirt. That had gotten them jeering and circling, and Fai had returned the attention with a couple of catty remarks and a smile. Yes, look at him, what a faggot, now move along. But then someone recognized him - or maybe his brother, how could you tell? - and that made it worse. A faggot and a mutie was practically asking to be beat up. And he could probably go invisible, make them forget he was there, but they were standing just a little too close for him to be able to slip out unnoticed, the crowd around them was just a little too thick, and it scared people when they realized their minds were being fucked with. He didn't want to set off a panic or something.

And then, suddenly, there were reinforcements. Short, but very cocky. And he liked that grin. Smiling back, and lending himself a suitably intimidating air towards the bullies - it wasn't hard, they were already frightened, like all bullies - he nodded. "If anything, I'd say monkeys could teach them a thing or two, ri~ight? Comparatively, they're really gentlemen and scholars."

Utena remembered Chuchu. Despite a number of bad influences, he was a proper gentleman and a shining example of...whatever he was. Yes these men, picking on an absolutely beautiful boy (fine features like Miki, but with Ruka's perpetually self satisfied smirk) could definitely learn from Chuchu.

"And they smell better too!" Which was the best insult her adrenaline-addled brain could come up with as she drew a wooden cavalry saber from her back, where it had been hidden by her hoodie. This, and the fact that Utena was definitely now sparkling like she'd just stepped out of a panel of Rose Of Versailles was the generally agreed on signal that shit had just gotten quite real. Of course her first victim called her a bitch through split lips as she drove it down in a vicious diagonal-downward arc. She was on him in a moment with a rapid series of blows that owed a lot more to escrima than classical fencing, not giving poor Chad a chance to recover his bearings. Naturally the other two hurried over to her, but they struck only glancing blows as she backstepped expertly to shove Chad into one of his companions, then dropped a blow on the other that forced his guard up high enough that he didn't expect to be shoulder tripped and his foot reaped out from under him with such force, pratfalling back to give himself a small concussion.

There was still a fourth bro to be accounted for though, who'd taken the liberty of trying to seize Fai's relatively slight frame in a full nelson.

Fai mostly kept out of the way, seeing how this person was clearly better equipped to do the whole fighting thing and also seemed to enjoy it a lot more. He was more fond of dodging and avoiding than hitting and parrying if at all possible, and besides, he would've missed a great show by joining in instead of taking a step back and then neatly sidestepping whenever the fight got too close to him.

Well, that was all good right until the point where his arms where hoisted up rather brutally, a pair of meaty, sweaty hands pressed against his neck and causing him to wince in disgust. But the other guy was stronger and he was utterly helpless... that was, would have been if he hadn't already established eye contact before this, giving his power a foothold. It was easy enough to find the buttons for guys like this, especially since this one had attacked him from behind, meaning he was cowardly enough not to meet even a skinny faggot mutie head on.

This time, he didn't use vague intimidation, but instead cranked it up to pure fear, laced with heavy doses of revulsion and just a little bit of shame to really confuse him. The guy shot away from him within seconds, eyes wide with sudden and inexplicable horror, and Fai turned around with a bright smile and nodded at him. "Now, why don't you run off before I give you a big sloppy kiss right on the mouth, okay?"

It took a few seconds more to suppress any remaining spirit out of the three bros, mainly by soccer kicking them as they tried to rise. At the end of that, she turned to see a struggling Fai suddenly released. Were she a cruder person she'd have assumed Chad had gotten a sudden chubby. Demoralized, their attackers skulked away down the street, yelling their final trump cards through chiclet teeth and split lips: faggot, bitch, mutie, etc.

When they were safely gone, she replaced the wooden waster (tch, blood! sensei was gonna chew her out for that!) and went over to Fai. He'd looked so helpless but apparently he had a trick or two up his long sleeves.

"Are you alright?"

The viciousness of a few seconds was gone now, replaced with an awkward kind of compassion.

He'd been defended like that plenty of times before, but that was when he was younger, and by a twin brother who went absolutely ballistic when he saw Fai picked on. Nowadays, he was better at defending himself when he absolutely needed to, but still not so good that four against one was anything he would've gotten out of unscathed. So he gave his unexpected hero an easy, grateful grin, righting his clothes and rubbing jock-sweat out of his neck.

"Definitely fine, just a bit ruffled," he replied in a carefree sing-song. "I hadn't expected them to be quite so... forward out in public. Looks like I was lucky that a knight in shining armor happened to walk past, right?"

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Utena rubbed the back of her neck, never quite used to the role of rescuer she so often found herself in. He seemed fine enough, so she wasn't gonna worry, until the next time she saw him out anyway.

"It's totally no problem. I'm Utena Tenjou, by the way." She thrust her hand out, western style. She had a firm handshake, like a dad or a football player. "What'd you do to that last guy?"

His own handshake was enthusiastic, firmer than one would expect from someone so frail-looking, and he appeared completely unfazed by the whole situation. After all, this kind of thing had been a daily occurrence until a couple of years ago, and even though it wasn't still, some things apparently never washed out.

"Fai Flourite. And, mm, I really just changed his impression of me a tiny little bit. Not much, he wouldn't have attacked if he wasn't a bit scared of me, I simply made sure that he was... well, more scared of me." He shrugged lightly. "Is the sparkling a part of your power? Because you looked so~ cool~."

If anything, Utena turned even more red at that.

"I think so. I don't know too much about it. That's one of the reasons i'm here. So you can make people scared of you?"

She gave him a crooked little smile back. It was always so weird coming down from the state her power put her in, when she was more archetype than girl. Everyone else here seemed so familiar and easy with theirs...

Which made Fai all the more inclined to make her blush again, because that was the vicious circle which was the workings of his mind. For now, though, he only smiled blithely.

"Well, you're not alone. Most people don't really know what they're doing when they arrive at the school. You'll work it out soon enough." His lips quirked slightly, eyes flashing gold for a second before returning to neutral blue. "And I can do that. Or I can make them admire me, be attracted to me, hate me... or just forget about me. But neither of those would have worked really well in that particular situation - or at least not as well as fear."

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She found herself immediately liking him, the way he seemed to say everything in a singson, his unapologetic fabulousness.

Admire me, be attracted to me... That set something off though and she remembered. Dark fingers in her mind, slicing with a surgeon's skill. How much of what she'd thought and felt had been real then? Down that way lay difficulties Descartes had never dreamed of. She was somewhere else for that moment...

He tilted his head slightly in concern as she seemed to space out for a moment, hesitating slightly before venturing: "Ah, but you don't have to worry. I mostly have control over it, and I... if I do affect people, because I guess it happens, then it's not very strongly. I simply find it best to tell people from the beginning what I'm capable of, so that I don't risk coming off as if I'm hiding it."

People knowing sometimes made them uncomfortable in his presence, but it was nothing compared to what they felt if they found out later in their acquaintance with him. He would rather not have his friends second-guess every single moment spent with him, wondering how genuine their emotions truly had been.

She returned to the present, and so did her smile, though weaker. She hadn't meant to space out like that, but as her mind returned to functioning normally, those memories would bubble up.

"Sorry. It's not your fault. That's just...happened to me before."

Ah, the dudebro. The natural enemy of the tiny crossdressing immigrant mutant! Watch them interact in their natural habitat, high fiving and smoking ill-gotten cigarettes out back of the shopping mall--observe how they hunt in a pack, isolating their target while he's distracted with Angry Birds, surrounding him with few onlookers and a brick wall against his back. He looks up when one of them finally speaks...

"Oh, kurwa." Not this shit again. Feliks sighs, deeply unimpressed, as the taunts briefly turn to his now-apparent foreignness.

He really hopes his stockings don't get torn up. He wonders if his phone will still work afterwards, if he turns it into, like, a throwing star? His parents will be super-pissed if he has to explain that he broke his phone throwing it at assholes.

Then the girl appears, and he grins back, tossing his hair haughtily. He doesn't have a chance to say something before the Beta Dudebro--we'll call him Branden--turns to the interloper, not pleased at her interruption. "Nobody asked you, did they, bitch?" His eyes narrow, taking in the color of her hair, and he's about a syllable towards asking if she's a goddamn mutie freak, too, when he gets a sudden and rather unexpected facefull of elbow.

"Um, did you like, see us talking?" He smirks at her, backing out of range while Thing B is still too shocked to retaliate. "Some people, huh?"

It doesn't take long for him to recover mainly because, despite the sassiness packed into his small frame, being elbowed by Feliks is more shocking for its chutzpah and the sudden sting than debilitating. Still, it's opened up a cut. Bad news.

But as the first haymaker comes screaming in (watching MMA highlights and shadowboxing while Bodies by Drowning Pool having not really improved his punching technique), Utena decides to forgo a reply and slides in between them. Her hands are up immediately, palms spread to catch the interior of the punching arm. It's not enough to stop all the momentum though, and she catches a glancing blow across the nose. Fortunately she now has the interior grip though, and she puts it to good use, pivoting on her feet to shove him into wall hard enough to crack the back of his skull and leave him dizzy.

The rest of the pack has jumped into action now though, and Utena's drawing the wooden sword concealed in her hoodie. She has to spare a glance back at him, to make sure he's OK, at the cost of a kick in the stomach which sends her stumbling back two steps.

Fortunately she's just met a mutant who can do something with that sword...

The instant she gets between them, he turns, knowing the others aren't about to just stand there and take that. The Lord of the Dudebros--what'd they call him? Chet? Something dumb-sounding like that--lunges at him, but his movements are too big, too slow and easy to read, and Feliks is used to speed, chutzpah, and stubbornness being his only real advantages in fights very like this.

He imagines his shoes into something a little more practical, something he's not going to twist his ankle in, dashing between two of the guys and kicking one hard in the knee while they're turning around to come at him again. That leaves him open, though, and the other one grabs him, grabbing his wrist and twisting it behind his back with one hand, nearly lifting him off the ground by his hair with the other. Feliks looks up, sees Utena--and suddenly, without him being fully aware of the use of his power, the world is as he sees it. Utena's hoodie changes into a rather fetching and regal doublet, and the sword in her hands is quite real, and quite sharp.

The whole little pack of bros freezes, casting side glances at each other and trying to figure out what happens now. This is clearly not what they were bargaining on.

If it were a movie, you'd find the sudden special effects intrusive. Utena is abruptly glowing and her wooden waster is now a brilliant, curved saber with a jeweled hilt. Their powers are stuck in a feedback loop now, and the poor dudebros, once the top predators of their environment, are now abruptly victims of the revolution.

Taking advantage of being bright enough to blind all of a sudden, Utena lashes out and dances backwards, just out of reach of the scared but unable to back down (their favorite movie advised against it right in the title!), in a kind of swordswoman's rope-a-dope. She's now behind the hostage taker, who is now a hostage himself. The end of the saber is poking him in the ass. It's an abrupt and
preternaturally agile reversal of fortune that can only indicate that she is indeed also a mutie freak.

"Drop him and go and you'll leave without getting any more hurt."

You know, that sounds like a very reasonable offer! Feliks finds himself standing solidly on the ground in a Hell of a hurry, the sound of the other bros' retreating footsteps ringing in his ears. The guy who'd been holding him edges carefully away from the point of Utena's sword, then breaks into a run, trying to catch up to his friends, all four of them shouting something about crazy fucking tranny mutie cunts or whatever--Feliks can't even make out the words, too flush with victory.

"What, you're done already? Ha, lame~ Like, remember that the next time you wanna mess with someone!" He really needed to remember to carry something or other in a spritzy bottle that he could turn into mace, but it had all turned out okay, so no point worrying about it, right?

As he turned to face Utena, giggling a little, his shoes gained a couple of inches of heel, and her hoodie and sword went back to normal. "That kicked ass. Like, who are you, anyway?"

Utena's eyes went wide as she was abruptly normalized again. It was telling that she didn't seem to question turning into a fairy tale prince.

"Whoa..."

She gave the short boy a confident smile.

"Thanks! I'm Utena Tenjou and i'm just transferring in...Are you alright? Did those jerks hurt you at all?"

She had a strong, strange urge to pat his head.

Feliks brushed out his skirt, inspecting his stockings--no, they were just fine. Good. Because he just bought those, and if they got messed up, he was going to have to hunt those jerks down!

"I've totally had worse," he told her, sounding altogether too carefree and peppy about it. There wasn't always someone else to step in, and his own power was a pretty recent development; he didn't accept that getting beat up was part of his life, because it was total bullshit, but he wasn't going to let it drag him down too much, either. "And you looked like you took a couple worse hits than me there... Utena, huh? I'm Feliks Łukasiewicz! C'mon, let's go get some smoothies!" He linked his arm with hers, and, unless she protested, strolled off towards the food court with her in tow.

The best revenge, after all, was living well, and it struck him at that particular moment that living well demanded smoothies.

"A-Alright." She said, blushing a bit at his arm in hers. But then, she'd just saved a beautiful princess, and that was one of the things one did afterwards, right?

Of course everyone in the food court was looking at them, but Utena was none too concerned as she ordered one of those high protein smoothies ironically beloved of the dudebros they'd just run off.

"That was pretty cool what you did back there...yknow, turning my wooden sword real."

People stared, but whatever--he was sure most of them, at least, hadn't seen the fight, but the rest were just your average freak-watchers. He'd set off every gaydar in a four-block radius since he was like, ten anyway, so why should he care if people thought he was a lesbian now?

He ordered something sugary--mixed berry whatever-it-was, as long as it was sweet! And it was, a glorious confection about a mile away from any semblance of actual healthiness. Perfect! Taking a seat near the sunglasses shop and a sip of his drink, he smiled up at Utena. "Oh, that? That was totally no big!" Imagining fake things were real was easy--his powers had the potential to get a lot more off the walls than that, and often did. When he wasn't just using them to mess with his clothes, that was.

Meanwhile, Utena was completely unaware of any homophobia that might be around her if it wasn't explicitly pointed out, her eyes much more attuned to anti-mutant prejudice. She slid in across from him.

"So you can, like, turn things into other things?" She said, rubbing her shoulder where it had suffered impact. All that superhuman movement came at a price.

Ah, so she had indeed taken notice of her presence. Good job~♥ She only gave her a smile as the young girl looked over toward her. She could appreciate a girl getting her fight on as she trains by herself. Martial arts being something that she was personally vested in, she liked seeing other girls being of like mind and getting better to protect themselves instead of being a little damsel in distress like a good number of the girls seemed to be in this school.

"Oh, no, that's quite alright my dear. You were focused on your training to bother with someone that was just watching you. That's the sort of focus that one has to applaud - not many can pull it off unless they're somehow 'in the zone,' as I've heard people call it."

She takes some steps toward her, hint of a smile on her lips. Even though she was dressed to train herself, she didn't mind waiting.

"But you did it nice and naturally. Good~"

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x2 Crossdresser Combo! Now with more impulse control problems.

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