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[Falcon Twins]

Bill wasn't exactly sure what was going on. Will'd just grabbed his hand and told him to pack quickly. Something was tied around her leg but he didn't know what it was or why it was there. He just knew that she had been in some hurry to get out of that house. They hadn't stopped traveling in days, not even to eat.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Will was knocking on some mansions door. He had no idea. But he trusted his sister with his life, even if everyone thought he was crazy for it. So what if she had spent ten years in prison. She was his twin, he'd go anywhere she wanted him too. Unlike their mother, she probably cared if he ate. Besides, she was the reason he could see.

Speaking of seeing, she wasn't radiating as much of a pulse as she normally did. Bill could see his sister's heartbeat. A heartbeat in any human or mutant was triggered by a small electrical shock to the heart. That's why some heart patient's needed pacemakers. Their own little 'tickers' sent out irregular shocks and the pace mater was to make it normal again. Will's electrical shock to her own heart was about ten times that of a normal persons. It came with being the big ball of energy. And Bill could see because of it.

Will's heartbeat was what cause Bill to see and he was grateful for it. When she was gone, he could see nothing. He was blind, truly blind for the first time. If he was even remotely near his sister he could see her heartbeat and it was like a sonar for him. It was difficult to explain, but it definitely confused a lot of people, a blind guy walking around like he could see. And he looked like it, because he could. It was nice. Being able to see.


"Bill?"

Bill's head snapped over to his sister. Seriously, her pulse was lower than he'd ever seen it. He should be slightly concerned right about now. But for some reason he wasn't. She'd always gotten through stuff like this before, he just couldn't understand what was going on now. She wasn't telling him anything. Stupid sister, he cared, even if he didn't speak much. Bill grunted his attention.

Pain spread through Will's leg. d**n woman had to stab her. Luckily she'd been drunk and missed a major artery. But Will needed a new bandage and she'd run out of extra shirt to rip up. She was waiting for someone to answer the bloody door. It really was bloody, her blood was on her hand from applying pressure. It wasn't that Will wanted the medical attention, in fact that would be the worst thing possible. She just wanted to get inside after four days of nonstop travel.

"Bill..." she muttered again. "Give me your shirt."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, hand over the shirt." She didn't have time for this. She needed to switch bandages out and apply fresh pressure. Eventually it would stop bleeding, like when she stopped walking on it.

Okay... maybe he shouldn't trust his sister unconditionally. She wanted his shirt. Well he wasn't exactly sure where his backup shirt was in his pack. So off came the shirt form his back, handing it over to his sister Bill blinked. Well this was going to be interesting.

Finally. "Thank you," she muttered tersely. Ripping the shirt into strips methodically she took off the current bandage wrapped around her thigh and replaced them. Tucking the blood soaked strips into her lightweight backpack she turned to the door and stood there... waiting. She heard her brother sigh. Will couldn't tell if it was out of annoyance or thankfulness.



(it's not up to par i know. but hey i'm still figuring this thing out for posting for two people. i don't know if i'll be able to get as deep into the post as i'll want to.. d**n.. they might become really superficial. that would not be good)

[Kyle Corvus]

Kyle had been made door-man for the evening. Everyone took turns, but most had been unsure if they could put him at the door. He wasn’t normal. Not even by the mutant’s standards. He looked like a Sinornithosaurus mixed with Gharial crocodile and Giant Anteater. The thick glasses on his face didn’t help with his brown hair and black feathers. But he was what he was.

He heard knocking at the door. Pulling his long thin snout from under his wing he blinked in confusing at being awoken, putting his left food down. Fifteen foot wingspan opened as he yawned and stretched, taking his bobbing-bird strides to the door. Now came the part people wondered about. How to open the door. Long sharp claws un-hid themselves from his thick feathers and attempted to open the door. Two wings with two fingers each a hand does not make.

This was what he had been told to do. He always did what he was told, even if he didn’t like it. Do what you’re told, or no food. But there was always food here, mostly in the back field. Lots of rats and mice in the fields and the store for him to eat. Beast had told him he was a good mouser, whatever that was. With some work, and the constant pounding on the door, he got it open a crack and stuck his nose through, prying the heavy wood open further.

“Hi Kyle! Brr, Harppy bri-i-i-thday! Goc-goc-goc!” His greeting… bird-brain thought he was talking like all the other people in the house, but he never really said anything worth listening too. Garbling to himself, he stepped back to let the two people in. Now who could they be? Did they bring food?

[Falcon Twins]

They had to be kidding right? Something with a snout answering a door? Closing her eyes Will shrugged. Whatever the mutants wanted to do they could. She dint' much care at all. She just wanted to roof over her head and nice bowl of soup. Hell she'd stay in the front hall if that was the only place she'd be safe for everyone else.

Happy birthday? It wasn't their birthday. It kinda sounded like some sort of repeating bird. Like a parrot only not. To bad Will's heartbeat wasn't as strong as it normally was. Everything was blurry for him. Except for Will, she was just a big bright ball of yellow. It was really quite annoying. Before he could figure if a parrot had actually just opened the door, Will was pushing him through it. Glaring back at his sister, Bill reluctantly went through the door. She was leaning on him more than he liked to admit.

"Okay?"

"I'm fine Bill. Just go through the d**n door." Will forces her brother to walk into the building. Steering him away from the wings. She was getting lightheaded normally that meant Bill's sight was going to go soon. She didn't want him to end up walking into something that would offend said door opener.

Arching a muscle where her eyebrow should be, she looked at the.... person critically. He'd said Hi Kyle. Could possibly be his name. He didn't seem like too much of a threat. Though she would keep her brother away from it.. him... him. Until she was sure he'd be able to handle himself. Boy was sheltered. Will had to watch out for him.

Bill stumbled a bit as Will pushed him aside. Trying to pick up what little pride he had left, he rotated his arm in his shoulder. Something was right in front of his face. Was that a wall? Reaching out a hand he touched the faint yellow thing in front of him. Solid. He rapped his knuckles against it. Sounded like wood. It had to be a wall. Turning around he leaned against it waiting for Will to finish whatever she was doing.

"Hello, Kyle. Is anyone else here?" Will spoke slowly to make sure she was understood. Felt like an idiot, but hey whatever works right? Maybe.

[Kyle Corvus]

(So, until we get a “Scott” I’m just going to make him an NPC [Non-Player Character]. Feel free to add him into your posts if you want, or I can do it. Whatever works.)

Words, words he didn't know. No, he knew them; they were locked away, far away, in the human brain. Safe, far from cage and dark and pain. Clicking his long mob together, he turned and trotted down the corridor, wings tucked tightly to his body as his fluffy fur-covered tail swished from side to side. Scott. Scott brought food, he did something good, he should get a treat. Scott had treat. Six foot eight inches of creature padded through the halls, head raised high as he mimicked Scott’s voice to a T.

“Skaht! Skaht! Grlood Kyle, Skaaahhtt!” Feathers fluffed, he went back to the two waiting in the hall, wanting to keep an eye on them as proof that he earned his treat. Scott had been working on his bike in the garage when he heard the ruckus that could only be Kyle. He was the only one that called him Skaht. And the only one that could be loud enough to be heard from the front hall. He really needed to get that bird a muzzle.

Wiping his hands on a rag as he came through the kitchen to see what was going on, he grabbed a mouse from the box and warmed it up a bit with an eye-beam. They couldn’t have live mice in the house, so the dead ones warmed up worked just as well. It would keep the thing quiet or if he actually did something good, would reward him. It was like having a dog with teeth that could take your arm off.

“Kyle, what is it? Oh, hey, we got people. Who might you two be?” He asked, tossing the mammal at the resident pet.

Kyle saw the mouse, and the long anteater tongue shot out into the air to grab it. It was gone in a matter of seconds, whole, down the abyss.

[Falcon Twins]

Some new guy was talking to them and walking. He relieved Kyle of his civic duty to try and talk to them. Not like Bill was going to talk much anyway. He was as silent as the grave. Always. Will wasn't sure if it annoyed her or not. It shouldn't if it did. What annoyed her most at the moment was the deep throbbing that had taken up residence in her leg. She'd stood still for too long. Blast. The new guy asked them something about a name. What was her name again?

"Prisoner 11563," came the automatic response. She'd been out for a few months and she still called herself by her serial number. How sad and pathetic was that. To prove to herself just how sad she was, she threw a thumb in the direction of her brother. "And that's Bill. He don't talk much."

"Excuse me? Prisoner 11563...." Scott rolled his eyes under his visor. They had got to be kidding him. He was going to have one long chat with Strom about this one. Since when were they taking prisoners? And what was the prisoner. Was that a boy or a girl? Was it even possible to tell? It's voice crackled as it spoke and it held it's self like a boy. So should he call it a 'he'?

Scott had to talk to Storm about this... it. He felt rude thinking of it as an it, so he decided that it was going to be he whether it was or not was not his problem. Scott needed to talk to Storm about this. They couldn't let just any people into the school. Especially if... well maybe they could. They did have some old governmental experiments here. So maybe that's what he meant by saying prisoner.

"Do you have an actual name?"

"Will. Will Falcon. And that's my brother, Bill."

So it was a guy. Will, that's a very common name. Wait, weren't Will and Bill both derivatives from the name William. Whatever. Scott turned to the two of them.

"So if you'll follow me... We can register you properly and see where there's a room open."

"Right, thanks." Taking her brother's hand she pushed Bill after Scott. "Follow the big glowing thing," she muttered and fell into step behind them. It was a pretty bland walk. Wood paneling on both sides of the hallway up about three feet then some paint job. Oh look more wood paneling over there. It was about as exciting as the inside of the prison. Only everything wasn't a blue gray color.

Something was sliver up ahead in the walk of doom. Okay so it wasn't actually the mile of doom where she ended up taking people's lives but it sure as hell felt like it walking down this corridor forever. As the silver thing came closer, a buzzing noise started in the back of her skull. She slinked over to the other side of the hallway and tried to pass if after Bill and the strange nameless guy. It didn't happen.

Dead center of the two silver door, Will realized what it was. Elevator. Oh nuts. Clamping her hands over her ears, Will succumbed to the buzzing that invaded all her thoughts. The lights in the hallway dimmed a bit as she sunk to her knees. Tucking her chin to her chest, Will went into the fetal position, but not before she watched her brother continue on with nameless guy. Yes she was still invisible.

[Kyle Corvus]

Kyle’s feathers stood on end as she passed him, a charge in the air sending his skin tingling and heart pounding. What was going on? But he followed obediently, watching every step that everyone takes, trying to make sure he’s going the right way. Scott didn’t tell him no, so he was sure it was okay to go with them. But he didn’t like elevators, and he knew he’d have to go with them into it. It was bright, and moved, and was tightly confined. Not for him. But if he was good Storm would give him scraps from the table, so it was worth it.

Studying these two, Kyle bent himself down low and almost nudged Will’s leg. Something was wrong with it, it smelled funny and looked funny. About to take an experimental bite, he walked almost through her as she stopped and went to the ground. That’s when he felt it, a charge in the air that ruffled him up and made his head hurt. She was giving something off, like feed-back. he could hear it, a sharp whine going between the elevator and the girl.

Scott looked back at the funny sound Kyle gave off, curious as to why the bird wasn’t running around and trying to nuzzle his hand for something to eat. He found Will on the ground between the doors, and Kyle with his fingers in his ears.

“Hey, what’s going on you two? Kyle, leave her alone.”