I see Rainbows...

[mutant-science.livejournal.com]

Louis Armstrong croons in a scratchy recording over the antique speakers. The old turntable is an oddity amid the menagerie of mad science technology that clutters the room.

A cyborg cat moves like a spider across the ceiling with it's extra limbs as it stalks a fly buzzing around the overhead lights.


"Mittens, you're gonna break the lamp again." The Maker chides his pet. He really needs to upgrade the cat's logic routines.

A vacuum attachment on his hand busies itself with cleaning up the errant feathers on the floor. Warren really thrashed around at first during the procedure. The Maker felt a sense of happy satisfaction knowing that his new friend would never know doubt or fear again. A wave of sublime contentment washed over him as he considered his accomplishment. The Summers family needed good men like him.

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[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

That might be a smirk that twitches at the corner of her lips, but it's hard to tell.

"You should now."

She paces around to near the base of the cylinder, fingers tracing along the edge of his feathers.

"How are you feeling?"

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

Last thing he remembers is abject terror. He knows something awful has been done to him, and he doesn't know where he is.

The smile widens.

"Pretty damn good. How 'bout yourself."

The eyebrows waggle.

[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

He gets lifted out of the cylinder under her power and brought close to her. She sets him on his feet, but only releases him so much in case he's still weak from the Maker's procedure.

"Very good."

She's not speaking of herself, but she'll let him interpret how he will.

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

He's a little wobbly.

The sudden involuntary movement widens his eyes, but the fearful response doesn't come.

"Hey, excellent!"

He's not wearing much of anything, he's facing down a stranger that could most likely overpower him easily.

What a rush!

"You're a foxy little thing, aren't you?"

[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

"If you say so."

She paces around behind him to get a good look at his wings. After a moment, she runs her hand down the length of the feathers.

"How strong are they?"

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

Suddenly, one wing folds inward, before jutting around behind her, to sweep her up off her feet.

"Strong enough."

[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

Startling her is typically not a good idea. It tends to lead to all kinds of painful situations. However, in this instance, she is able to restrain the urge to teach him not to take liberties. All that slips out is a quick glare.

It also helps that she's here to put him through his paces. She wouldn't be able to do that in her own way if she retaliated. Instead, she turns her mind back to analyzing, which isn't altogether unpleasant.

Interesting. Many possibilities. Oh, Charles. You HAVE to let me have this one!

She runs her hands along the feathers, observing the movements and reactions. Then she looks back to him with a smirk, her arms stretching out along the edge of the wing.

"What else can they do?"

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

The glare doesn't scare him - it just makes him happier. That's the way the wiring works now.

This would be why feathers will slide up between her legs, then drag down her belly lightly.

"Just give me a chance to show you, huh?"