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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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And maybe someone could recognize him and his name from the pictures he took after the Sentinels were unveiled--between his own efforts and Fujimaru's computer-y stuff and Tarrlok's money and know-how, they're all over the internet and New York and the very least--but that doesn't explain the sheer shock on the younger boy's face. Feliks stares at him, mouth dropping open slightly as it finally hits him.

"...Zag? I--you're not--ohmigod, is that you?!" How long has it been? He's been in America... seven years?

"So you're a mutant on top of anything, too?"

He would have had to sit to put on his shoes anyway, so falling back on his butt and peering up at Feliks from there sounds like a reasonable alternative. Even though it is a bit cold.

There will be a crushing hug in a minute, but for now, this just all is a bit too sudden. It will have to sink in.

"It's seriously you?" God, that's crazy! He looks down at him, and something else crosses his mind. "Wow, you're like really short! But... but you were like, my age, right?"

"I'm still growing! They said they couldn't make any predictions, but I'm roughly fourteen now or like, my body is, so I can still have a late growth spurt!" Actually, from what they said, it is even rather likely that he'll have a growth spurt once he takes testosterone, but that has no place here. He's pretty sure that Feliks knew about his penis uh, not having grown yet (which had been Zag's assumption regarding that issue for quite a while), but this is not the place to test that. Plus with how selective the blond's memory can be... "And you haven't really gotten that tall, either."

He'll get up and step towards Feliks, using a hand to try and measure their heights. Sure, it's not particularely exact this way, but it has to work for now. "You're shorter than me!" He laughs and then wraps an arm around the other boy's shoulders, shoes lying forgotten on the ground for now. "So, what did I miss?"

Feliks pouts a little, and makes his shoes into crazy-tall platform heels, giving his old friend a cheeky, victorious grin. "Well, like, I'm taller now, so there!"

He laughs, though, and throws himself affectionately into his arms. Being around Fai has made him a bit more physically expressive with his affection, though perhaps it's more a change from his recent past than from his childhood--he's always been open, and never had much in the way of well-defined boundaries when they didn't suit him. "It's been forever! You look awesome! Oh my god, I have to tell you about, like, everything--you're gonna love it here, I swear to god, I can wear whatever I want and nobody even says anything!" Or tries to hit him, except in sparring!

"So I won't have to beat anyone up for you?" Or in Feliks's name, anyway, not all times that Zag went to beat up someone because they had bothered Feliks it was because the other boy had said a word.

With a grin that is threatening to split his face, he wraps the other arm around Feliks as well.

He laughs, walking Zag back towards the building, to find someplace to sit down and catch up. Easily, fluidly, he switches into Polish.

"I got so much better at doing that myself," he confided. "Tons of practice, you know? Like, oh, my god, normal school was just the worst. Here? You're not gonna have too much to worry about. At least, not from the other students.

"Oh god, so like, a couple months ago? You won't believe it, this stupid bitch called me Russian. So I totally decked him, like, BAM! It was awesome!"

"Sounds well deserved." Zag doesn't share the the same hatred for his nationality being mistaken for Russian, he's simply not definite enough about it himself (with a bit of luck, it'll be Dutch when he turns 18), but he can totally see where Feliks was coming from. "Too bad that you didn't get a picture. But you have to show me one of these days what you can do - what is your mutation, anyway? I mean it's probably really pretty and girly to suit you, but that's not really telling me much." They have so much to catch up on and he really has no idea where to get started, but basics first is always a good approach.

"It's kinda a little complicated to explain, but it's so badass, you're gonna be totally floored!" Feliks has a little trouble resisting the urge to brag among friends, all right?

He reaches into his handbag, and pulls out compact mirror. "Basically? I can imagine things into being different. Like, okay, here's my mirror, right? But maybe I wanna play frisbee, so like, I think it's a frisbee..." And it is, there in his hand. He tosses it and it flies like one, landing gently in the grass. "It's like, a little harder to make stuff real if I'm not touching it, and I can't change people or animals, but it's still super hardcore, right?"

"So you couldn't make it grow you a beard?" He'll wander over to the frisbee and poke it with a stick, in a manner that indicates that he feels that it might explode on him. ...He's prodding it very enthiusiastically, though. "Or turn a pony pink, knowing you." Ponies is one of the things about Feliks that he remembers very vividly. If he had to associate him with one thing only, it would probably be that.

"Nah, I like, can't really change any animals? I can like, imagine stuff into animals, though, a little." He could make his toys act real, or... well, he'd show him. The mirror shrank back down, then... it was round, right? So it ended up turning into a tiny turtle. He wasn't sure how real it would be at this distance from him, though--it might be mostly illusion.

At the sudden change, Zag almost jumps but pulls himself together at the last minute, and a moment later he is leaning forward to prod the turtle.

"That's really cool! How long does it last?" And Feliks is one of the very, very few people that Zag would call cool to their face.

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