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This is for anyone wanting to test out their characters in the setting before the applications open, see what clicks. Multiples will be allowed for this post, and you can generally assume any threads are a self-contained continuity unless you feel like getting creative.

Just post a thread with your CHARACTER NAME and CANON NAME in the title with a prompt and others will reply. Prompts and threads can be action spam or prose or whatever. These threads can be used on the sample section of your application, as well. Go out and have fun! Feel free to consult the institute tour and dorm guide for setting info. We also encourage you to check out the "!!event" tag on the IC comms to brush up on the story so far.

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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.

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