Who: Pixie (pink_pixie) -- OTR/OTA(if they can find a reason) What: testing her abilities Where: medical/training area When: This eveningish Warnings: Errr.. long?
The time between when she arrived and this moment had passed in something of a dream-like haze. She wasn't sure if she had been drugged when they put the collar on her, or if it was shock, or even just plain old tiredness that was getting to her. Vague flashes of memory were there, dancing just out of reach whenever she closed her eyes. She could see them, hazy and bright, colorful too, like the images of a television screen reflected in a soap bubble, if you reached for it, it would burst and you saw nothing. It all seemed distorted somehow, faces and voices that didn't seem quite human but weren't mutant either, she knew they were humans, but she just couldn't make it all make sense at the time.
Flash; the cold hard hands that had put the collar on her and done something that had forced her wings down against her back so that she could shift them heavily but not fly. Flash; the warm ground against her palms and cheek when she had tripped over something and fell flat on her face as she was going to be checked in. Flash; stripped, showered, she was too out of it at the time to feel modest or anything about being exposed briefly. Flash; words, droning and explaining. There were threats in there, vague ones about fighting, about survival, but they didn't quite make it past the haze and she couldn't quite reach for them now.
Now. She sat in the cold and sterile room in silence, listening to the maddening tick, tick, tick of the clock on the wall and her own breathing. It was the sort of quiet that was oppressive, the sort of quiet that made one hold their breath to keep from making even that sound. Of course the more you held your breath, the more you could hear the rush of blood in your ears, the beating of your heart. She huffed a sigh, then blinked and hunched her shoulders at how loud that sound was in the silence of the room. Eventually she gave up on the silence and started to sing a wordless, tuneless song under her breath, the sort of song that consisted mostly of la la la or do do deee, a bored song, legs swinging, her heels drumming against the paper sheet that spilled from the exam bed she sat upon. Just as she had been getting into her song, of course someone came in. An exam given, her manner more confused than petulant or fighting, she wasn't given another dose of the drug that kept her powers in check. They needed to know what her powers were, well, her other power anyway. She had wings, she could fly, they knew that already.
Her exam given and her bill of health clean save for a minor allergy to the spice saffron that would break her out in a rash if she consumed any or got it on her skin for very long, she was taken from the medical area to one of the practice areas. She had been asked a series of questions about her health, about her powers. The problem was though that she was immune, so she didn't know exactly what her 'pixie dust' made people see. She knew it was a hallucinogen. Between her rapidfire speech and her Welsh accent, Megan had a hard time expressing herself to where her guard could understand and write down her answers, but eventually he managed.
She wasn't a fighter, she had no combat training and didn't have the temperament to fight. Of course, he hadn't really listened to what she was saying about the whole thing. She didn't get a choice in the matter, now did she? He put her through several tests and found out that she had the endurance of a girl her age who ran track, the flexibility akin to that of a dancer or gymnast, well duh she had been, and the strength of someone her size on average. It wasn't really that impressive. Then it came time to test the dust.
"What does it do exactly." she was asked. Her reply came with a shrug, "I dun'na know, xactly. Makes y'see thins. Sometimes jus enhances, like lookin a' lights through'a rain spattered winda, sometimes y'see thins tha aren there. Pends on ow srong I use it." The man wrote down her answers after a moment of looking at her with an arched brow. He huffed a sigh but by now had gotten her to slow down enough that he could decipher that thick welsh accent as he could not at her normal rapid speed.
He called in one of the other mutants from her block. It was just a training match, a sparring match. The guy had strength and speed and martial prowess as well as a strong regenerative ability and what amounted to an exoskeleton. Her wings were unpinioned but she was warned that if she left the area her collar would handle that and she'd be in serious trouble. She gave a nod and then bit her lower lip, watching the other mutant. He gave her a nod and asked if she was ready, she nodded back, but ..wait, ready for what?
Across the ring he went, his fist lashing out for her elfin features. A squeal of surprise, her wings spread and she leapt into the air barely managing to avoid the collision of his fist with her nose.
"You get down here right now, girlie!"
"N'way y'tried t'hit me!"
"Well.. err.. that's the point." He said with a faint shrug and rubbed at the back of his head giving a small chuff of laughter.
"Oh." a pause then she fluttered a little lower, considering how to handle this whole fight thing. The guard probably would have done something about her failure of fighting were he not too busy chuckling. As she descended a bit, the mutant guy gave a small pounce and grabbed her ankle. The squeal this time was accompanied by the rapid kick kick kick of her free foot at the air, flailing to try to get free.
"Leggoleggoleggo!!!" she yelped, still far too disoriented to really get the whole thing, her mind was still somewhere out at sea, otherwise she might have taken it quite a bit more seriously. With all of her flailing though came panic and with panic came the automatic response of hurling the shimmering pink sparkles upon the man gripping her ankle.
He let go. She fluttered out of reach, wide-eyed and panting from the adrenaline rush. That was when the man turned vicious, oh not on her, on something neither she nor the guard could see. Wave after wave of lollipops with happy open mouthed grins came bouncing towards the mutant, pink clouds and fluttering blue ribbons filled his gaze. They all seemed to be coming for him, reaching for him, disorienting him and he had no choice but to try to protect himself. His chitinous exterior appearing he started to flail and fight against the invisible armies of cuteness that came after him. "Uh oh." came the sheepish response from aloft.
"Alright Gwynn, get down here, time to go to your cell." The guard stated after writing up what he had witnessed, along with her own behaviors. He would have to question the man later about what he saw, but for now, it was time to put the pink haired one in her cell.