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)

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[iamnotpolaris]

Someone else is.
"That's very good advice," says someone from behind one of the men blocking Pen's view. "I suggest you lot take it. Before I decide not to."

[campanas]

Pen is a little too occupied to be listening closely to this person. She socks a hooligan hard in the arm trying to get him off her.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"Yeah? And why'n'hell should we lissen t'you?" demands one of the men. He's not actively trying to harm Pen himself, on account of he's too busy nursing the possibly-fractured arm she'd given him. "Probably a freak or a freak-lover yerself!"

[iamnotpolaris]

"That...isn't a reason to be less impressed with my threats of violence. I'm appealing to your self-preservation, you ninnies, not your nonexistent morals!"

[maggie_of_the_owls]

If her intent was to get some of these guys off of Pen, it works; several of them decide it would be less futile to attack the mutant who hasn't demonstrated some sort of invulnerability.

[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."