Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say
ALIAS
Ed
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Gravity Manipulation
AGE
16
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Jun 16, 2018 10:35:28 GMT
Post by Ed Reynolds on Jun 16, 2018 10:35:28 GMT
| @ivyannnelson | 355 words | [attr="class","edreynolds"]He listened with interest as she explained the mechanics of her tail. “I see – can you like, breathe underwater too? If I were you I’d just be swimming in the sea as much as possible.”
Then again, that was like saying that if somebody had Ed’s powers then they’d always be flying around in the sky. Part of the reason why he wasn’t doing so was because he hadn’t had much chance to test his abilities out and he didn’t want to end up tumbling to the ground because he’d overestimated himself. Another part was the irrational, lingering sense that he needed to keep his ability a secret. It was hard to shake the influence of the Families.
Still, he’d been getting more confident about using his ability in a smaller way, especially here at this school surrounded by other metahumans. Floating in corridors was definitely manageable.
“I can fly! And I think other stuff but, like I said, still working it out.”
So it wasn’t just him; Ivy had also noticed Washington’s insistence on being constantly overcast and more than a little rainy. She glanced down at her towel and Ed laughed at the link. She wasn’t even safe indoors here! What a terrible place to be if a drop of water turned you into a mermaid – she probably needed to cover up very securely if she ever wanted to go outside.
“California, wow!” Ed’s head was instantly filled with pictures of surfer dudes and movie stars. He had very little frame of reference when it came to the state, but he was vaguely convinced that Hollywood was somewhere within it. Right? “You must miss it. The sun, I mean.” He grinned. “I suppose I can’t miss what I never really had.”
It was an exaggeration – his corner of England experienced plenty of sunshine – but he played into the stereotype regardless.
“Well, sure, if you don’t mind.” He felt a little awkward. “I’ll uh, wait outside for you to… y’know.” He gestured towards the towel, painfully aware of the situation. “Let me know when it’s safe to come in,” Ed added with a chuckle.
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Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say
ALIAS
Ed
CLASSIFICATION
Traveler
POWER
Gravity Manipulation
AGE
16
Student
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Jun 13, 2018 19:14:11 GMT
Post by Ed Reynolds on Jun 13, 2018 19:14:11 GMT
| @ivyannnelson | 459 words | [attr="class","edreynolds"]“Oh, you’re not?” Ed pretended to look confused for a moment. “Right, gotcha, the fish tail kind of gives it away, doesn’t it.” Then he grinned, wriggling one last time for good measure.
He was surprised to hear that she was apparently some kind of celebrity in this country – certainly famous enough to have been on TV. Ed had never been on television, but his house had once been in the background of an episode of Crimewatch which had been his claim to fame for about three days back in Year 7. Somehow he didn’t think this fun fact would thrill his new schoolmates.
Instead he simply said, “That sounds mental. Surely a contortionist mermaid would just be even cooler?”
Ed nodded thoughtfully as Ivy alluded to how the school could help them with their powers. His own were very new to him, and he had been maybe a little too distracted by his sudden life upheaval to really focus on figuring them out, but maybe she was right and they would have staff to train them in their individual abilities. It would definitely be handy for Ivy if she could prevent another incident like this one occurring. Especially if it destroyed her trousers every time.
She laughed at his question about her trousers’ whereabouts but thankfully didn’t seem offended. He joined the laughter. It was funny how even with all the ways metahuman abilities pushed the boundaries of known science, there were still some aspects exclusive to the TV screen. “At least the top half doesn’t change,” he offered. Losing an entire outfit with each splash of water would be a nightmare.
As they walked to the boarding house, Ivy began asking questions about his power. He guessed she might have been too distracted by her own predicament to notice his ability and so, raising an eyebrow, Ed began to float slowly up into the air as a demonstration.
“I’m still working it out, but this seems to be mostly what I can do.” He rose a little higher, posing like Superman for a moment before collapsing into laughter and returning back to the ground.
He’d been briefly shocked that Ivy had noticed his nationality before he remembered that accents were a thing. “And yeah, I’m from England. Just moved to America a couple of weeks ago. It seems… nice, so far.” Ed avoided mentioning the Washington weather. “I take it you’re not exactly local either?”
The school was pretty much in the middle of nowhere; it would have to be a miracle for someone to actually consider it particularly local. Still, he was interested to hear which part of the USA Ivy was from. It was still such a very big and very new place to him.
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Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say
ALIAS
Ed
CLASSIFICATION
Traveler
POWER
Gravity Manipulation
AGE
16
Student
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Jun 11, 2018 20:40:19 GMT
Post by Ed Reynolds on Jun 11, 2018 20:40:19 GMT
| @ivyannnelson | 388 words | [attr="class","edreynolds"]He grinned. “Not a particularly helpful habit, is it? I take it you can’t just wriggle your way out of the room when it happens.” Ed made his best attempt at some wiggling motions, looking like a rather clumsy and uncoordinated worm trying to stand upright, to demonstrate. Then he burst into laughter, having managed to successfully crack himself up with his own ridiculousness. Whether Ivy was amused or not herself remained to be seen.
“Oh, well… now half the bloody school’s seen you. Definitely one way to make a name for yourself.” Ed poked his tongue out a little in jest. “How come no one else has ever seen you as the Little Mermaid? You embarrassed by it?”
He felt a little bad for joking around – not that he could particularly help it – once she went on to explain how she had come to attend EMBA. Their situations weren’t exactly the same but he could definitely relate to not being here by any kind of personal choice. His parents had cried a lot when he’d left for the airport – he wondered if Ivy’s mother had done the same, or if she’d actually been happy to rid herself of the burden of a meta child.
“That sounds pretty rubbish,” he eventually offered, by way of sympathy. “Sorry. Maybe- hopefully you’ll end up liking it here, even if it wasn’t what you thought you wanted.”
He hoped the same for himself.
Ivy looked down and, sure enough, the towel seemed to have worked its magic and the massive tail had turned back into normal human legs. Well, that was a relief. They seemed to be rather, er, naked… but at least they existed. Ed did his best to avert his eyes even though she had the towel to cover up with.
“Okay, this might sound weird but, um, what happened to your trousers?”
He didn’t know what he expected to have happened to them – conveniently disappear into a pocket dimension while she was transformed, maybe? Clearly they hadn’t survived the shift from leg to scales.
“Course I can, least I can do,” he said, rubbing his neck. “At least if you’re next to me you might look less weird by comparison. I can walk like this if it helps.”
Ed began to wriggle like a motor-challenged worm once more.
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Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say
ALIAS
Ed
CLASSIFICATION
Traveler
POWER
Gravity Manipulation
AGE
16
Student
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Jun 10, 2018 10:48:36 GMT
Post by Ed Reynolds on Jun 10, 2018 10:48:36 GMT
| @ivyannnelson | 362 words | [attr="class","edreynolds"]Okay. Okay. It was only a few steps (or… a short period of hovering, to be precise) to the nearest classroom door and luckily that was ajar, so Ed could rush the two of them quickly inside and dump her somewhat clumsily onto the ground. Mermaid successfully deposited onto the floor, Ed slowly descended back to his feet. He was still getting used to his power and, while it was definitely fun to defy gravity, it made him feel a little unsteady to go without touching the floor for too long.
She insisted it wasn’t his fault. “Look, I’ll take half the blame, if that makes you feel any better,” he said with a cheeky grin. “But you can’t have all of it. And yeah, yeah – I’ll be back in a bit.”
He closed the door behind him and ventured off in search of a towel. He had his own but the girl probably wasn’t keen on sharing his – probably still damp – personal towel, so it was time to test his memory and see if he could find the communal laundry cupboard. It was attached to the boarding house, which luckily wasn’t too far. Still, to speed up his trip, Ed’s feet left the ground once more as he flew there and back, grabbing the first big towel on the pile. It seemed suitably big and fluffy – EMBA didn’t cheap out, apparently.
“Hope this’ll be alright,” he announced as he re-entered the room, tossing the towel in her direction. “It’s just one of the general EMBA towels. It’s clean,” he clarified.
Ivy was still apologising for their collision and Ed was beginning to feel a little awkward, but then she suddenly switched course and held out her hand. The way she spoke (‘it’s so nice to meet you’) reminded Ed of the false cheery sales-talk of American store-greeters, but she seemed genuine enough. Ed was feeling decidedly British in this moment.
“Oh, I’m Ed,” he grabbed her hand and gave it a shake. “So does this happen a lot? Spontaneously growing a fish tail in the middle of the canteen?”
He couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed like a pretty inconvenient power.
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Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say
ALIAS
Ed
CLASSIFICATION
Traveler
POWER
Gravity Manipulation
AGE
16
Student
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Post by Ed Reynolds on Jun 9, 2018 9:17:24 GMT
| @ivyannnelson | 545 words | [attr="class","edreynolds"]Washington had been predictably overcast for the whole time Ed had been here. When he’d first arrived he’d been almost excited by the prospect of heading stateside, the difficulty of being separated from his family not really realised or felt yet, but during his first week staying at their family (capital F) friend’s house it had rained every single day. Once he’d been enrolled at the Evergreen Metahuman Boarding Academy, Ed had been sent off immediately to his new home and since then it had been intermittently cloudy and, yes, rainy. He’d wondered, rather naively, if March would signal the beginning of spring and a burst of sunshine but, so far, no cigar.
The school itself was impressive, a sprawling modern campus amidst miles of trees that injected a quiet peace into the atmosphere. In all honesty, he was still trying to get to grips with the entire situation - it hadn’t quite sunk in yet that he was really attending an American boarding school for metahuman kids. Even now, over a year after the Event, Ed still found himself startled when people boldly and openly used their powers in public.
Perhaps Ed could be forgiven for being a little distracted, but he was having a tricky time actually caring about the academic side of his new life. He was attending his lessons, of course, as it was kind of hard to bunk off when you lived five minutes away in the boarding house, but he wasn’t really doing anything besides going through the motions. He was more concerned about settling in with his peers than wrapping his head around trigonometry.
So it was really quite unfortunate for him that, as he was making his way to grab some lunch, he’d not managed to pay attention to the girl who suddenly appeared in his path, full tray in hand.
Everyone in the vicinity was staring - the loud tell-tale crash of a fully-loaded lunch tray drawing even the most apathetic on-looker’s eye - and a thousand apologies came tumbling through Ed’s mouth at once that ended up just a garbled mess of syllables.
It was at this point that he noticed the girl was still on the ground - and then he realised why.
“Jesus Christ!” he gasped. So mermaids were real now?
She was yelling at him now, which was fair enough, he supposed. He was indeed just standing there rather uselessly. “Isn’t that thing sort of heavy?” he asked warily, gesturing to the tail. However, the look in her eyes suggested he ought to do what she said if he knew what was best for him so, with a sigh, Ed bent down and hauled her upright - floating in the air to keep her tail from dragging.
“I really am sorry about this,” he murmured, turning red. “I just didn’t see you.”
Doing his best to ignore all the staring, Ed did as he was told and carried her out of the room and out in the corridor. His arms were starting to ache. “So… where to?” Ed wasn’t exactly sure what to do with a mermaid. Dump her in the lake? Throw her in the tumble dryer??
This was not a great way to make friends.
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