does not anymore work

[campanas]

Here, in a place where she is quite an unexpected sight, is:

an eight year old girl with brown-flecked white wings, looking dismayed and lost.

with Prime (Aestrix)

with Edie and Emily (Maggie)

with Gloria (Maggie)

with Gren (Rockeye)

Comments

[iamnotpolaris]

"...Fine. Let the record show I tried doing this nonviolently."
Steel moves in improbable quicksilver loops, wrapping itself around any of Pen's assailants who don't get out of their way quickly enough. The rest either flee or are taken out of the picture by a blow from some less-obvious chunk of metal that leaves them gasping or groaning on the ground.

[campanas]

Pen cocks her head and brushes grit off her leather pants. "A magic," she observes.

[iamnotpolaris]

"Um, no? I'm a mutant. Like you," she says, gesturing to Pen's wings.

[campanas]

"Am not. Am angel." Pen starts trying to straighten out her feathers.

[iamnotpolaris]

"I mean, sure, you absolutely look like an angel. But baseline humans just don't get born with extra body parts."

[campanas]

"Am angel like Mommy and sisters," says Pen. "Not a mutant. That some other thing."

[iamnotpolaris]

"...Is your family super religious or something?"

[campanas]

The little angel seems to think this is hilarious.

[iamnotpolaris]

"Glad I amuse you. So where is your family, anyway? Did these creeps kidnap you? Do you need help getting home?"

[campanas]

"Do need help home but a metal magic probably won't do thing. Door is break, family in Samaria but door go here."

[iamnotpolaris]

"...If a door is broken, I think I would actually be above-average useful at fixing it. And it's not magic, it's magnetism. Like what sticks your grocery lists to your refrigerator."

[campanas]

"Door is magic, not a door shape problem. What a refrigerator?"

[iamnotpolaris]

"...It's...what you put food in to keep it from going bad? How do you not know what a refrigerator is? Are you Amish or something?"

[campanas]

"What Amish?"

[iamnotpolaris]

"...You know what? I am not qualified to handle this. Do you know what the Xavier Institute is?"

[campanas]

"No."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Okay then. Will you come there with me anyway, since your parents don't seem to be immediately retrievable and I saved you from a gang of mutantphobic goons?"

[campanas]

"Sure, okay."

[iamnotpolaris]

"I assume you can fly with those wings?"

[campanas]

"'Course."

[iamnotpolaris]

"All right then," she says, floating off the ground. The metal bands unloop themselves from around Pen's attackers and slither into her sleeves. She glares fiercely at one who makes to get up.
"We'll be watching you lot," she says. "If there's another incident like this, there'll be consequences."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

None of the men make any move to defy her. Possibly because several of them are concussed.

[campanas]

Pen could not diagnose a concussion if she cared to. She looks for a place with enough running room and wingspan space to take off, and does.

[iamnotpolaris]

The young woman, who has apparently forgotten to introduce herself, takes off in what is presumably the direction of the school. She occasionally glances back to make sure Pen is still behind her.

[campanas]

Pen is behind her, flapping occasionally.