That Hot Hot Heat.|

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<sub>Victoria looked over when she heard the cup tip over the side of the counter. She smiled as she Kyle fumble around with the knobs on her air conditioner, turning it up. She felt nervous with Nietzsche standing so close to Kyle's big feet. One false move and it was so long, cat. She called her kitten over, and opened her arms as he jumped up into her lap. She petted the cat absent minded as she curled her legs under herself, and watched Kyle enjoying himself, She wondered how he had gotten here. It was obvious to her that he hadn't flown, that was for sure. Did somebody just dropped him off on the side of the road? She could tell he was lost. But where was he from? She knew she couldn't keep him in her apparent for ever. There was a very strict rule about pets and she was lucky to have been allowed to keep Nietzsche. There wasn't a chance in hell her super was gonna let her keep a six-foot tall bird. They wouldn't even let them kept parakeets. And from all the cooing and squawking it sounded like Kyle could be loud. So he must be from somewhere somebody looks after him. Are they looking for him now? she thought. Where there other mutants, if he even was one, and she was pretty sure he was, looking for him?

She sighed, her brain was in overdrive on the whole 'Get Kyle Back Home' project.It felt like she had just blown some small, very important fuse inside her head. She closed her eyes and draped her arm over her face, something she didn't when she was tired. Just now she felt how exhausted she really was. Her hands hurt from climbing, and there was a dull thudding in one of her ankles from her brilliant idea of running in flip-flops. Peeking out from under her arm, she called over to Kyle. "</sub>Hey, come over here." She called. " Who do you belong too?" she asked him from across the room. It didn't look to her like he was wearing a collar, so there wouldn't be an tags she could check. Could she take him to the pound? No, that was a stupid idea. Maybe she could put him up for sale on Ebay? Okay, now the heat was really getting to her head. [/sub][/color]

[Kyle Corvus]

The air felt sooooooooooooo gooooooooooooood! Eyes almost closed Kyle was tempted to fall asleep here, just doze off and enjoy the coolness of the apartment. It was dimmer in here, so much dimmer than the outside was. The only thing missing was food. But he could live with that, he had before. Don’t think like that you know where it takes you leave it be leave him locked up the cage isn’t here stop it. Alright, I’ll stop. Hearing a call behind him the big brownblack birdthing raised his head folding his neck backwards and watching Victoria upside down. His glasses fell. Normal. His body followed slowly, turning his back to the cold breeze and observing his finder.

Picking up his thick glasses he put them back on his face. His wings were moveable, his two fingers on each wrist allowing him to pick up the delicate metal. His claws were sharp, so very sharp. He remembered picking up bags in the store and being covered in flour. So he wasn’t allowed to carry anything in the store anymore, just open boxes and catch mice. She was calling him, so he came like a dog obeying it’s master. Squatting at her feet he rested his head on the couch beside her, not allowed on the upholstery at home. Vic was smart not going to the pound.

He was a mutant, and mutants were killed on sight lately. Had she taken him there, he’d be dead. Finding his home would be hard, but could be done. Scott needed to invest in buying him a collar.

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<sub>Victoria smiled at Kyle as he walked over to her, and petted his head lightly as he laid on the couch. She was starting to get used to company of the strange mutant, and would be sad to see him go. If you ever find out where he come from, said the icy voice in the back of her head. No, she told herself firmly. She could and would. Victoria had never been one of big pep talks, but she could really use one now. Laying her head back on the arm rest, she played with one of her dark curls. Her hair was fried from the heat. And by the smell of herself, she need a shower. But that could all wait. She had bigger things on her hands right now then moisturizing her frizz-fest of a mop. She gave herself a mental pat on the back about buying the air conditioner. It had bitten a big hole her pocket, but boy, was it worth.

She looked to wards the kitchen, and out her small window. The flowers she had planted had wilted and the older lady across the street was hanging her laundry out on a line that connected to her window.As she looked out the window, talking more to herself then Kyle, she asked in a hushed voice, not wanting to wake the sleeping kitten in her lap."</sub>Where did you come from..." If only Kyle could talk. She know there mutants every where, but did they really all constrict on one spot? She was sure that some had to be out looking for him. And then the thought struck her. Did Kyle even Belong with anybody? The though made her turn a little green.[/sub][/color]

[Kyle Corvus]

Kyle licked Victoria’s arm happily, glad that someone wasn’t yelling at him or chasing him out of their room. This person was nice, even if she was human. Humans were mean, but he didn’t want to hurt them. This was proof, some humans could be nice.

Kyle? Kyle, can you hear me? Startled, Kyle jumped out of his skin and onto his feet. Blinking he tried to find the voice that only hear could hear. Kyle? Where are you?

“Ssssaaaa, Kyle?”

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<sub>Victoria smiled down at Kyle as he licked her arm. It felt funny, but she didn't mind. She was used to being around animal, getting licked and shed on. She had to remind herself that, no was not an animal, he was a person. Sorta. He was nice, and she liked him. Surprised as she was herself, she found that she was growing attached to her new friend. Was what they where now? Friends ? God, that sounds so weird! she thought. Today, everything felt weird to Victoria.

Her automatic reaction was to jump back, against the pillows of the sofa. Kyle's sudden movements had scared to life out of her. What was is problem ? He was up on his feet, and soon so was she. Victoria hoped he wasn't having some kind of fit. She had no idea what to do when a person had a seizure, let alone a six-foot bird. "</sub>Kyle ?" She asked with causation. "Whats wrong ?" She was using her commanding voice. Gentle but still, very firm. The voice that she used when ever Nietzsche got bored with himself and decided to play 'rock climbing' with her drapes. She jumped back a bit when he spoke. She didn't mean to, she had just been so used to silence.[/sub][/color]

[Kyle Corvus]

Kyle looked around, confused as the voice told him different things. They were saying big words, stuff he didn’t understand. Clutching his head with his four fingers he hung it low and crouched. He didn’t like this, it didn't feel right. The voice sighed and shook its non-existent head. It couldn’t get very deep into this mind; there was a surprisingly strong wall blocking everything that mattered. So it just seized the body and did as it pleased.

Body frozen upright and mouth open a voice not of his own sounded from deep within.

“Hello whoever may be around. Can anyone hear me?”

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Victoria looked on as Kyle gripped his head. He clutched his head and crouched and that scared her. That wasn't natural. She had never seen a head ache set in that fast, if it even was a head ache. Kyle looked terrified, disturbed. She jumped. Had somebody just spoken ? Wheee !, She thought, I'm going insane !

But she was wasn't. Somebody was talking, a voice, coming out of Kyle ! Could she hear it, it asked. She tried to talk, but all that came out was barley-audible squeak. Her voiced cracked as she tried to talk, and after a moment, she could. "uhmm...Hello?" She called. Kyle had gone ridged and the voice was speaking out of him. This was just to weird so Victoria. She talked on. "Whats going on ?!"