Quoted By:
Felicia chuckled to herself as silently as she could manage. <span class="mu-b">“I guess now we know she’s into himbos, huh?”</span>
As soon as it began, however, it was over in the blink of an eye. Gloria shifted back into business mode as if nothing had ever happened.
<span class="mu-b">“Originally, I was going to run a background on the three of you, but seeing as how two of you are previous X-Men, I don’t much see the need for it anymore.”</span> Gloria announced.
Glass and Iara shifted uncomfortably for a moment, but W didn’t even blink. Gloria eyed her curiously.
<span class="mu-b">“And as for you…there is very little I have on you. So, I will just have to trust the judgment of your peers.”</span> she decided. <span class="mu-b">“Try not to cause too much trouble.”</span>
The clone gave her a slight nod.
<span class="mu-b">“Good. Now, I’d like a comprehensive summary of your powers and abilities.”</span> she demanded, pointing at Glass. <span class="mu-b">“Let’s start with you.”</span>
Glass held up a hand, straightened his fingers and reshaped his skin into a long, wicked blade. <span class="mu-g">“I can reshape my skin into simple shapes. It sort of acts like armor and a weapon at the same time. I can fire the shards as projectiles too.”</span> he explained.
<span class="mu-r">“He’s also a really good fighter.”</span> you added.
Ana gave him an approving nod. <span class="mu-g">“Yes. I remember him from our trip to the island. He is a fearsome warrior.”</span>
If Glass were capable of it, he might’ve blushed.
Gloria’s eyes drifted over to Iara. <span class="mu-b">“And you?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“Oh, that’s easy.”</span> she laughed. <span class="mu-b">“I’m strong, tough, can breathe both in water and on land, I’ve got a great sense of smell, and I’ve got stamina for days. I can go all night!”</span>
She glanced in your direction, her perpetual grin taking on a mischievous quality. <span class="mu-b">“This guy knows what I’m talking about.”</span>
Everyone turned to look at you. You cleared your throat.
<span class="mu-r">“She’s uh…talking about swimming. She can swim for a really long time.”</span>
Ana cocked an eyebrow, but before anyone could comment on the matter, you forcibly drew their attention to W.
<span class="mu-r">“This one’s got a lot of the same powers that I do. Except she can’t blow stuff up, and she talks to spiders and has crazy good senses.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“She…talks to spiders?”</span> Ana said quizzically.
W nodded. <span class="mu-g">“I can call some here if you want.”</span>
There was a resounding, and definite refusal from most of the people in the room. W deflated slightly from the outright rejection, but she didn’t dwell on it for very long.
It was Gloria’s turn to clear her throat. Did synthezoids even produce phlegm? <span class="mu-b">“Now that we’re all here,”</span> she began. <span class="mu-b">“We can begin planning in earnest. Ms. Kravinoff, would you mind filling them in on the details?”</span>
And so it went. Over the next day or two, you’d be finalizing your preparations for the operation. But…that isn’t ALL you had to do.
(Cont.)
