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Morgan and Joss enter the woods. "It's nice and cool here.."
"Yeh."
Joss said "I may have to settle for hickory."
Morgan looked at him for a moment before continuing, "Oh yea...your birdhouse right?"
"Yeah."
Joss said "OH!" he darted forward and found exactly what he was looking for. He pulled a pocket knife and cut off a poplar branch.
"You still have to teach me how to..umm...to..
" Morgan forgot the name, "..wattle?"
"Whittle." Joss corrected "Here, sit down." he sat down on one of the rocks next to the pond. He gave her the limb and the knife. "First step is to clear the bark off.'
"Okay." Morgan said confidently as she sat on another rock next to Joss's. She glided the knife along the shaft of the branch, scrapping the bark off. During the last stretch of bark, she accidentally went a bit too deep and nicked the good under wood. "Oops! Looks like I went a bit too deep."
"It's ok." Joss said. "after the bark is removed you'll need to shape it any way."
Morgan rested her guitar down on the grass. She sat Indian style on the rock now. She started to glide the knife on the stick, trying to make a smoother surface. At one point, she went too fast and cut her thumb a bit. "Ow! Darn it..." She looked at her thumb as it bled, "I'm not very good at this."
Joss took her hand and held the small cut shut. "You'll get it. Just remember to cut away from yourself. He took a blade of grass and licked it. He wrapped it round her thumb. The smooth side of the grass would hold the wound from bleeding and the rough side would hold it to her thumb for a little while.
Morgan was a bit surprised when he grabbed her cut. She continued to watch as he placed the grass on it. "Thanks." she said, blushing a bit, "I take it that you have cut yourself before, too?"
"Once or twice." Joss said "You want me to finish it or are you ok?"
"I'm ok." Morgan replied, handing him the stick and tools, "But I think I better just watch this time."
Joss smiled and set to work. IN a matter of seconds he had the poll cleared of bark and was shaving it to one with at ether end.
Morgan leaned over to see Joss's progress. She kept her cut thumb in her lap. "Whatcha making?"
"A poll to mount my bird house on." Joss said. wood shavings where flying as he sped the knife along the poll.
Morgan sniffled a bit. She wood shavings in the air made her nose tickle. She suddenly turned and sneezed in the other direction. "Excuse me..." she said with a sniff. "So..do you paint the houses too?"
"Bless you." Joss said "Yeah. I'm making this one to look like the school. I'm hoping Miss Frost will let me put it in the garden."
Morgan slid down the rock and to the waters edge. She dipped her feet in, getting her wings wet. "I'm sure she will....and I don't even know what that is. I'm completely clueless." she laughed at herself.
"I didn't tell you it was a bird house?" Joss asked "I'm sorry."
"Birdhouse, hm?" Morgan asked. She splashed her wings in the water. "So...whittling is sort of like sculpting? 'Cause if it is...I could model for ya." She joked, chuckling.
"You could say that." Joss said. he was done shaping the poll and now working on tapering the tip so he could drive it into the ground easier
Morgan jumped back onto the rock. She held her feet out and flapped her wings, flinging off any water droplets. "I still have to go see this Mr. Smith guy about my guitar. I don't want to leave too much of a bad impression."
"You'll be great." Joss told her
"Aww..." Morgan trailed off and gave Joss a friendly hug, "Thank you, Bat!" She released him and put her socks and shoes back on. "Your coming to watch, right?"
"I will." Joss said "I might try out that singing thing you mentioned if I get a chance."
"Alright!" Morgan smiled, "I would imagine that you have perfect pitch."
Joss shurgged "Maybe."
"I'm just assuming because of those ears of yours." Morgan said hopefully.
"Wouldn't it be my vocal cordes?" Joss asked
Morgan scratched the back of her head. "Oh, I kinda forgot about that. I just figured you could hear anything that is off key. Heh...maybe you could help me tune my guitar when I needed." she smirked a bit before looking at her thumb. She took off the blade of grass to reveal that her cut was scabbed over. "Good thing about being fast is that you also have a high healing rate."
"Really?" Joss looked at her thumb. "I guess it's your metabolism."
"Yup." Morgan replied, "It kinda sucks though because my digestive system is quicker aswell. If I drink a glass of water, I have to go to the bathroom almost right after I finish it."
Joss didn't really know how to react from that "Um... sorry?"
Morgan laughed, "Random fact." She stood up and jumped down from the boulder, "Wanna head back? Or are you trying to seduce me?" she joked.
Joss gasped. He was completely taken aback at the suggestion.
Morgan waved her hands in front of her from side to side, "Oh hey! I was just joking around."
Joss sighed and smiled "I'm still trying to get used to outside humor."
"Heh....I do it a lot." Morgan smirked. She walked behind Joss and grabbed his shoulders. Leaning in she said, "I almost had you blushing!"
"I... I don't really blush." Joss said "Did my nose turn colors?"
Feeling playful, Morgan flew up and leaned her head upside down in front of him. She laughed a bit, "I'm not sure...did it?"
Joss stepped back seeing her upside down again "I...I didn't see it."
"I suppose you wouldn't." Morgan grinned back, staying in her position. She really wasn't trying to hit on Joss at all, well...maybe a little. But Morgan was mainly just messing around with him.
"I suppose we'd best get back." Joss said slipping around her
Morgan brought herself down, "Ok." She grabbed her guitar and put it on her back, wrapping the strap around her chest. "To the band room?"
Joss nodded and ehaded toqrds the school
Morgan followed. She flipped her guitar around and practiced a bit as the headed to the school grounds
Java came skidding in from the school grounds, a ball of floating energy. She found a small clearing and waited for Joselyn there, grinning from ear to ear.
It wasn't long before Joselyn came dashing into the clearing, a trail of windswept forest debris left in her wake. Not even winded, she smiled at Java and hooked her thumbs onto her back jean pockets. "Let's do this," she said in a mock serious voice, as if they were executing some important scientific experiment rather than goofing off.
"Okay, so, um," Java looked around and then said "get on." She squatted to let Joselyn get on her back. "How much do you weigh? F'you don't mind me asking."
Joselyn took one step forward and paused, thinking back to the last time she weighed herself, glancing down at her thin torso and poking herself. She looked back up at Java before saying, "I think something like 120 or 125...at least that's how much I remember weighing in the last time I had a doctor's check-up. Do you think you'll be able to support me? If not, this won't really work..."
She thought it over for a moment. "That should be fine," Java replied. "I think I can lift that. C'mon." She smiled and turned around again, giving her room to get on her back.
"Let's hope for the sake of lift off that you really can," Joselyn said with a grin and continued forward. She took in a breath and held it as she gingerly climbed onto Java's back, expecting the worst, and then wrapped her arms around Java's neck, lacing her fingers together as her hands met. She rested her inner thighs lightly against Java's hips and waited, either for the other girl to collapse and take Joselyn down as well, or for the count down to the lift off to begin.
Java grabbed Joselyn's legs, supporting her. "Yeah, I think this can work," she said, frowning a little from the effort of holding her. "Alright! Let's try this! Ready?" She asked the girl on her back, turning her head slightly to look back at her.
"I was born ready," Joselyn said in a deep, manly voice which we followed up with a laugh. "You know, you're much stronger than you look, Java. Let's give this a try!" Her grip tightened a little as she prepared to attempted this flying plus gliding combination and she cleared her head, ready to concentrate.
Java laughed. "I do a lot of sports," she replied. "Alright!" She squatted down and started the first part of the jump. They both suddenly got three times heavier, feeling extreme g-force, and Java found out she couldn't hold roughly 360 pounds of weight on her back. "Ulf!" she yelped, falling over, and the horrible pull on their weight faded.
Java never hit the ground, as Joselyn had responded to the sudden drop by lifting them both several feet off of the ground, wind whipping around them and keeping them hovering above the ground. Sweat began to form on Joselyn's forehead as she realized holding up two people at the same time was harder than she imagined. Slowly, the wind began to calm and lower the two the ground, Joselyn still holding onto Java with her tight grip, until they'd landed on the grass gently and there was nothing remaining but a natural, playful breeze playing with the tree tops. "You okay?" she asked, disentangling herself from Java and rolling away followed by sitting up straight.
Java sat there for a moment, blown away by Joselyn's powers. "Y-yeah. Wow," she giggled in amazement. "That was really cool!" Her hair was in a tangled mess from the spinning winds, but she didn't seem to notice, grinning at Joselyn dazedly.
"Sometimes I panic when I'm falling," Joselyn explained with a sheepish grin. "And my powers just kind of, kick in. That's actually how I found out I could kind of fly. I fell off the roof of my high school when I was goofing off and paniced. Then my powers just kind of took the wheel." She pulled her fingers through her now messy hair, taming it back to it's usual wavy self. "That didn't really go as planned." After a moment she started giggling.
Java laughed with her, sheepish. "Yeeaah. I guess I'm not as strong as I thought I was." She thought for a minute. "What if you just held on? Cause it's always really heavy at the beginning, but it gets way easier once we're in the air."
"As in held onto your hand? Or do you mean, hold onto your shoulders but keep my feet on the ground?" Joselyn asked. "If so, I'm totally up for trying again." She gave Java an encouraging smile and sat up a little bit straighter, her hands lying loosely in her lap.
Java gave a huge grin back, encouraged by Joselyn's bravado. "I was thinking more like around my waist or something so that when we're in the air you don't fall off," she reasoned, gesturing animatedly. "Well, not fall off, you'd do the wind thing, you'd be fine, but--you know?" She stood up, offering Joselyn a hand.
Joselyn took Java's offered hand and stood up, nodding her head in response to her. "Yeah, I know what you mean," she replied, dusting off the back of her jeans. "So I'll hold onto your waist, and once we're in the air, I'll apply the wind to keep us going, eh?"
"That's the plan!" Java grinned brightly. "And hopefully I won't fall down this time." She turned around, waiting for Joselyn to grab on.
"Royal," Joselyn said and gave Java a grin. "You know this is going to look awkward, since I'm taller than you and all." She gave a short laugh and then bent over and took hold of Java's waist. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's try this again." And as if a last minute thought of encouragement, she said, "We'll definitely get it to work this time."
"Definitely," Java said, grinning. She crouched down as best she could with Joselyn around her waist, and the G-force came again, but this time much stronger and much faster than last. She tried to compensate for having two people and the horrible pull lasted a little bit longer than it needed to, and then they shot into the sky like a bullet, feeling utterly weightless hundreds of feet above the ground. Java giggled in triumph and glee, feeling the wind rush past her face, and spread her arms carefully, letting the membrane catch the wind at the apex of her jump.
After they were in the air Joselyn concentrated on bringing a strong and steady wind to keep them up in the air. She looked down at the tree tops and smiled, enjoying the feel of her conjured wind rushing past. "How ya doin'?" Joselyn asked Java, yelling over the wind as they soared through the air.
Java responded with a giddy laugh, feeling lighter than air as the winds tossed them through the sky. "THIS IS AWESOME!" She yelled to Joselyn, infectiously happy.
The laughter spread to Joselyn and she morphed it into giggles, something she hadn't done since at least Freshman year of high school. Goodness she thought. I'm giggling! This thought made her laugh and she looked around, glancing in the direction of the school, wondering what everyone else was doing; if Mort and Amy were still moping, if the teachers were still mingling, and what the others were up to at the moment, since they weren't flying through the air like Java and Joselyn. As they continued, she began to tire a bit, making it harder to concentrate on keeping the wind up. "So how do we get down from here?" she asked Java.
"Oh," Java said doubtfully. "I figured I'd have thought of something by the time we were up here. I usually just fall," she explained, starting to look for a good landing spot on the ground.
"Just fall?" Josleyn asked doubtfully. "Does it hurt when you just fall?" It was taking more of her energy now to keep up the wind and she was beginning to worry ever so slightly.
Java pondered this for a moment, cycling through all of her memories. "Sometimes," she finally said. "If we pick a good landing spot we should be okay." She noticed a change in the weather, and warm air coming up from under them. She grinned as it filled under her stretched membrane. "You can prolly stop now, there's a nice updraft right here we can sail on for a while."
"Okay, good, I'm getting tired," said Joselyn and dropped her wind; it was almost like letting out a breath she'd been holding onto for a long time. Without the need to concentrate on keeping up the flow of the wind, she was able to check out the surroundings more. It was rare that she was able to view trees as if from birds' eyes, but she enjoyed every moment of the change.
"Look at this place," Java said, breathless. "Just...look. It's so beautiful up here." She gazed down in rapture with wide eyes. Everything looked so small to her. She could reach out and pluck the trees between her fingers, and she almost did, but remembered that Joselyn was still on her back in time. It was a little bit chilly up there with the winds whistling past her, but she didn't mind too much. It was totally worth it.
"This is what it's like to be a bird," Joselyn said as she watched the landscape beneath them. "Well, except for the eating of insects, using the bathroom in flight, and having to flap one's appendages..." She grinned at the thought of going to the bathroom while in flight.
"You're gross," Java giggled, frowning in disgust at the thought at the same time. The forest around the school seemed to stretch on forever. "Hey, I wonder how far New York City is from here?"
"I hope it's not too close," Joselyn said, searching the area below. "Otherwise people might see us and freak out. Which I'm sure the school would get mad at us for..." As they were flying, Joselyn looked back toward the school and watched as a car pulled up. "Hey, Java, looks like there may be a new addition to the school arriving...maybe we should go and bug 'em?"
Java saw the aforementioned boy out on the green again. "Sure! C'mon!" She grinned back at Joselyn and dropped her arms to her sides, dropping like a stone out of the sky towards the school lawn, grinning like an idiot.
The sudden drop surprised Joselyn, and her grip had already been loosening on Java's waist, so when she put her arms down, Joselyn unintentionally let go. For a few moments she panicked, flailing. Then her common sense kicked in and she stiffened up, pointing foreward as she headed toward the ground. Since she hadn't been using her abilities for a little bit, she wasn't quite as exhausted and called up a wind to slow her descent toward the ground. She glided down between several trees to a clearing, but as she got nearer she lost concentration and about six feet from the ground just dropped like a rock. Attempting to fall without any serious damage, she rolled as she hit the ground and didn't even hear the ripping sound of her jeans as she came to a stop on top of the roots of a rather old tree. In a matter of moments, she sat up and laughed, noticing the tears in the knees of her pants and a hole right under her back left pocket. Other than that and a few twigs and leaves in her hair, she was just fine. She looked up and noticed that Java looked like she was planning on landing in the school grounds and picked herself up quickly and didn't bother to dust off her now ripped up jeans and started running through the forest to get back to the school grounds.
David walked in and promptly stepped on a sharp end of twig, winced and then sat down on the forest floor to put on his socks as if they would serve as some kind of protection, muttering something about punishment of death his ass.
Java followed after, hugging Harold worriedly. "What's wrong? What did I do?" She asked, still unaware of her slipup. She really didn't want to have insulted him, but she did that often to people without knowing, so it was an unfortunate possibility.
"My name," David said. "You said my name." He looked up at her and held out a hand for her to help him back up.
Java's eyes widened in horror. "Ooohmigod, I'm so sorry!" She covered her mouth with one hand, then dropped it to pull David up from the forest floor. "I didn't even---I'm so sorry!" Her face fell, wracked with guilt. "I didn't mean to!" She pressed her nose into the back of Harold's head, looking unhappy.
David gave her a big grin and put an arm around her shoulders to reassure her. "It's ok, chill," he said. "I just didn't want him to poke my eyes out and put them in his eyesockets or anything... He likes to show off a little too much. Something tells me the dismemberment, not the mutant gene, is why people wouldn't adopt him."
Java relaxed a great deal and leaned against him gently, a smile returning to her lips. She lowered Harold back to her crossed arms, nodding. "Yeah, that's...kind of creepy," she agreed. "Iunno if I'd want a son doing that all the time. ...Not that I'd want a son at this point," she explained needlessly, grinning bashfully.
David rubbed her arm to comfort her further and laughed at her. "Yeah, I wouldn't want a son at this point, either. Or a daughter..." He looked off into the forest. He hadn't been back here yet.
Java rested her head on David's chest tentatively, and paused, thinking. "We're not getting pie today, huh?" She asked glumly, staring into the forest as well.
David, who had been distracted by the forest, now looked down at Java and smiled. He rested his chin on the top of her head and went back to looking at the trees. "I guess not... Too bad, though, I was really looking forward to it. I'd go with you to see if we could find any, but you know what they say - no shirt, no shoes..."
Java grinned and looked up at him without moving her head, creasing her forhead to do so. "I'd bring you out a slice, I promise! Plus it's not like we're that far from the school, you could get your shoes before we left." She shrugged slightly, then reached up and put Harold on David's head. "Totem pole!"
David smirked and let go of Java to hold on to Harold. "My shoes are in Joselyn's room... Maybe she didn't lock her door, though. We could go check."
Java let go of Harold when she felt David had him securely in his grasp, and was suddenly conscious of the flap of membrane stretching up from her waist. She smoothed it against her arms as best she could. "You sure she'd be okay with that? I mean, we WOULD be breaking into her room," she said, unsure. She still didn't know Joselyn that well, and wouldn't know how she would react to that.
"Oh, my shoes are just by the bed, we wouldn't even be in there for any more than two seconds," David said. "I really do kind of need my shoes, anyway." He paused for a moment, and then took Harold off his head. "Race you," he said, and he'd barely got it out before he went running for the school grounds.
Java grinned and was after him in a heartbeat, skimming across the forest floor and gathering speed, darting off to the school grounds.
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