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The Stray [X-Men/OC] [CANCELLED]

You squint at her, getting right to the point. "How did you know that?" She looks taken-aback. The perks of being on the outside looking in included having a good eye for faces; she wasn't a student, nor was she a local. Too tan, wrong accent, and something about her that just spoke to "does not belong". You wondered if that was what you looked like to other people.

"Well, I...I was looking for you," She explains hastily, brushing a stray lock of gray from her eyes. Weird hair-style. "I'm Ro-" She pauses. "Marie. Sorry. I'm here because I was a friend of your Pa's, for a while. And-"

"Was?" You interrupt, her expression answering you before word can. You swallow, unsure of how to feel. "So he's..."

She nods slowly, eyes sad. "Yeah. We buried him last month. I'm sorry."

"....." You exhale, leaning back into the uncomfortable padding that passed for a seat on public transport.

"How did he die?"

She closes her eyes. "He...died helping someone."

"Cut the vagaries," You grunt, a flash of irritation sparking in you. "You come here, say you were a friend of my dad's, and act all cryptic like you're in a spy movie. Just-" You growl, cutting off your words before you escalated into deeper emotions. It wasn't like you to be so quick to anger, but this situation was all kinds of unusual and pressing on wounds that had only ever healed half-way. "Just tell me who he was. Why you're here. Why he wasn't here."

Marie hesitates, stumbled by your barrage of questions."...Look, I-" She stiffens, then sniffs the air. You stare at her incredulously, watching her sniff twice more, each one longer than the last.

Your patience fades. "What the hell are you doing-"

"Get down!" She yells, grabbing you by your coat and pushing you to the floor. Something goes 'shlickt!' in your ear, and not a moment later there is a horrific rending of metal, followed by a cold rush of air. Somewhere between your panicked cries and the sudden weightlessness that grips you, you realize that the bus appears to have been torn in half.

And thrown-

*CRASH*

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"urghh..."

You groan, blinking snow and hot blood out from your eyes. Shakily, you try to stand, braced for pain. To your surprise you manage to rise easily, and wipe your face. What happened...? You weren't sure where you were; just that there was plenty of disturbed snow and no bus in sight. Something creaks above you.

You look up.

Hanging precariously in a tree is half of your home bus, looking to have been tossed by some giant like a stick right into the brush. You must've fallen out after the crash...without a scratch on you? That didn't make sense. There was blood, and you should be hurting just from smacking into the ground, snow or not.

A nasty voice in the back of your head notes that it might not be your blood.

Looking around, you see a lone figure in the distance pulling themselves up from the ground. Someone else who fell out, like you?

Something shifts in the bus. Movement.

Choose One:
[ ] Go help the figure.
[ ] Investigate the bus.
 
I wonder if it'd be possible to get bone reinforcements ala SUPAH MAGICAL DOESNT BREAK UNLESS IT'S CONVENIENT ADAMANTIUM. But not for the costs involved, but if our intangibility would make the grafts fall off us.
 
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