martiangirlhunter

[martiangirlhunter]

“I know what I have to do. What I want is entirely different. I’m expected to be the nice M’gann that everyone expects me to be. But what if I’m hurt? What if I need to let off a little steam? What am I supposed to do when I’m angry?”

“More so than you might expect.” She said as she let her white skin melt away, revealing her Martian green skin to the light of day. Usually M’gann would never have revealed her identity to a stranger in public, but she just didn’t care right now. She was a monster, and she felt ugly. 

Folded Emotions||Shiva & M’gann

[martiangirlhunter]

“In prison?” She said, eyes widening a bit. “They still use those here?” Mars didn’t have prisons, firstly because no conceivable prison could hold a Martian, and secondly because prisons simply didn’t work. No being ever entered into a prison and exited a refined individual. Even the most hostile and brutal of Martians would be subject to telepathic rehabilitation. So when M’gann heard this girl speak of prison almost as if she had been there, she was a little surprised to hear that Earth still used such barbaric practices. 

“Were you in some kind of trouble or something?”

Video Game|| Jinx&M’gann

Jinx sniggered, “hopefully the bird is okay, however yes this happens all the time government building or not, it even happened in prison.” Jinx sighed. “Although you would think a building holding mutants would have some sort of back up, or higher class energy source.” 

[martiangirlhunter]

“I’ll have to remember it for next time.” She said with a smile. There won’t be a next time. “Second rank? I guess that means that your older than I am. I’m just a First Rank, so, nothing special.” She took another drink, letting the liquid wash away her worries. Just keep smiling. She thought, as she spoke. “So, what’s your specialty? I mean, what powers do you have? With my luck, he’ll be some kind of fire-slinger.

Folded Emotions||Clint & M’gann

“A pleasure.” Smiling Clint tried to ignore the pain in the girl’s eyes by taking a drink of his own drink. “I’m glad you like it, it’s called a Cruiser.” He explained, gesturing to the label on the bottle. “I’m Second Rank if that means anything? I only got here a few days ago so sadly I’m still a little confused.”

[martiangirlhunter]

“Gahh!” She yelled as the water hit her back, causing her to leap into the air. “I guess the fish here must be pretty big.” She said with a little embarrassment on her face as she hovered a few feet above the dock, scanning around the empty lake for the culprit. After finding no one to blame, she then looked at her backside, frowning. “My shorts are soaked! Oh well, I guess it’s a good thing that I wore my bikini underneath.” She said, slipping her shorts off and letting them drop to the dock below. “Last one in’s a rotten egg!” She teased with a childish smile on her face as she dove for the water.

Getting Wet || Wanda & M’gann

“I do not mind rain. I spent many night in rain, it lose the discomfort most people feel.” Wanda told her redheaded friend with a smile, pulling her own shirt off and dropping her cutoff shorts onto the dock. She adjusted her wine-red swimsuit top with one hand, careful to look busy as she waved the other behind her back, sending red magic to splash the martian. She tossed an innocent smile towards Megan, as if she had no idea what had happened. 

[martiangirlhunter]

Oh no. She thought as she watched Amora erupt with anger. 

“Watch out!” M’gann rushed forward to the girls side, grabbing her arm and yanking her down to avoid the extra large side of gravy drowned fries. “Use this!” She urged as she handed Amora a discarded pizza slice. 

“I think we may be in this for the long haul.” She said as she telekinetically flipped two tables, moving them into a defensible ‘L’ shaped barricade around them.

The room lapsed into a ringing silence that lasted for a few, tense seconds before being broken by a single voice: ‘Food fight!’ Like a rallying cry, soon dozens more had picked up the chant, and the cafeteria erupted into chaos.

“What?” Amora snapped. “You should have just let–” but M’gann would never know what she should have let happen, as Amora was cut off when an errant pudding cup made contact with the side of her head, exploding tapioca across her face. Eyes flashing with rage, the chair Amora had been sitting on was thrown several feet by the speed at which she stood. 

“Who dares?” she snarled, green-tinted magic gathering in the palms of her hands, dancing like static up her fingers.

[martiangirlhunter]

“Eeek!” She squeaked, her body tensing up and eyes widening as she watched the chimichanga reach incredible speeds. M’gann acted quickly as she let instinct take hold, letting the tasty projectile phase through her body just as it was a hairs width’s distance from her nose. 

M’gann had just enough time to turn in her seat and watch, horrified as the projectile hit a random student who happened to be walking past, knocking him on his back, right onto the ‘jock’ table. “Amora!” She yelled in a scolding tone. 

As she so often did when denied, Amora took the words as a challenge. “Oh, can I not?” She asked rhetorically as she hauled back and for the second time that day the chimichanga was launched through the air, this time toward M'gann’s face.

[martiangirlhunter]

“uh...my head...what? Who are you?”

“Oh gosh... why am I bleeding?”

Justice: Served - Dare

“Oh, God. Please wake up….” 

[martiangirlhunter]

“...”

Justice: Served - Dare

[martiangirlhunter]

The joke went clearly over M’gann’s head. “You wouldn’t dare.” M’gann said in a serious tone. 

“Amora, you can’t just waste food like that!” 

“I have not. Is it the count that you assume to have before I throw this wrap back in your face? I wonder what this level of spice might feel like in your eyes?” She was joking, but it wasn’t certain that M’gann would know that.

[martiangirlhunter]

Getting Wet || Wanda & M’gann

“I know that it’s supposed to rain today, but it’s really nice out right now and I didn’t want to let all this beautiful sun go to waste!” She raised her arms, facing towards the blue sky as she closed her eyes. “Plus, I’ve really wanted to swim here at the lake for a really long time, so I’m glad you came with me, Wanda. It would have been weird to go alone.” She smiled at the other girl before taking her shirt off, revealing her yellow bikini top.

somethingwandathiswaycomes

[martiangirlhunter]

The Law of the Land|| Shayera & M’gann

“And where do you think you’re going with that?” M’gann said imperiously as she ghosted down through the ceiling, hovering in mid-air with her arms crossed as she confronted the gang of masked men. “Drop the box and I’ll let you go, but if-” 

“Shut it, freak!” Interrupted one of the men as he pulled out a pistol, pointing it at M’gann. Alright Shayera, let ‘em have it. She thought telepathically to her partner as she smirked down at the man. “Big mistake, little man.” 

onefearlessthanagarian

[martiangirlhunter]

M’gann smiled warmly, swooning ever-so-slightly on the inside as their hands touched. “I don’t know if populated is really the right word, but I guess some of them would be in use right now.” She said as she lead Amora through the halls, pointing out where all of the different rooms were along the way.

“And this is where we study human anatomy. Well, the anatomies of other beings too, but right now we’re looking at humans.”

A Fox In The Henhouse ¶  M’gann & Amora

[martiangirlhunter]

M’gann smiled warmly, still trying to hide the hurt that she was feeling. “Thank you, Clint.” She said, acknowledging his name as she took a sip, licking her lips as she looked down at the bottle. “I’m M’gann. I go there too, and, by the way, this is really good.” 

“What year are you in? Maybe we’re in a few of the same classes together?”

Folded Emotions||Clint & M’gann

“It’s just a drink, don’t worry about it.” He smiled softly at the girl before he picked up his own drink and took a sip. “I’m Clint, by the way. I’m down at the school.” Holding out his hand Clint gave her a small nod, meeting her eyes.

[martiangirlhunter]

Not turning to face the girl, M’gann kept her stride as she spoke. “I don’t know what that first word means, but I’m used to the last two.”

“And what would you suggest?” She said in a slightly irritated tone as she stopped, now turning to face the girl. “I’m not going to hurt him, or anyone for that matter. I can’t. It’s just not who I want to be...” Her voice trailed off as she tried to regain her composure, a little surprised at herself. “I’m sorry.” She said with regret, crossing her arms and looking down at the ground as she turned to keep walking.

Folded Emotions||Shiva & M’gann

Shiva duly unimpressed, dropped her drink to the table from where she held it a couple inches above. Nodding at the bartender, she slipped out, following the girl by a few steps.

As soon as the other girl stepped out of the bar, Shiva spoke from behind her, “You’re inebriated, troubled and alone. If there was ever a time to retaliate without consequence, it would be now.”

[martiangirlhunter]

“My mistake...” She said laughing shyly in embarrassment over her error. She was sure that bleach was non-toxic though, why else would the label have such colourful lettering? M’gann would have to try some for herself later on. “Um, of course!” She said trying to sound sure of herself as she levitated several uncracked eggs out of the mix.

Barefoot Kitchen Dancin’

“Almost” Pru said kindly. She put a hand on her shoulder. “Next just don’t add the Bleach, it toxic for sure” she added wondering where it’d even came from. “And you did crack the eggs right and throw away the shells?” 

[martiangirlhunter]

“Yeah, Martian.” She said, taking a deep breath, feeling a little comfort from the other girls calmness. Calmness being relative of course. M’gann had expected to have been met with fear or distrust, but this girl had shown no signs such as of yet. 

“Rarely fresh? But I thought this place was supposed to be the best that Earth had to offer?” 

Blending in.|| M’gann & Ivy

[martiangirlhunter]

“Oh, let’s see...” She said as she floated several items into the air one by one. “So I put eggs, milk, butter, flour, bleach, chocolate chips, and oh, silly me! That’s not supposed to be in there!.” She exclaimed, levitating a fork out of the mix. “You need all those things for pancakes right?” She spoke innocently, completely oblivious to the error that she had made. “...Right?”

Barefoot Kitchen Dancin’