Cal and Toby | Backdated to 6/2/15
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om_mainThe two resident mimics meet and discuss tutoring, the relative fairness of mutations, and flying.
Toby glanced down at the piece of paper she was holding, and made a face. Right. Cal Rankin, Life Sciences TA. Apparently, the guy to talk to about science tutoring over the summer. Which she was going to need - not that science was all that hard, just that she absolutely, positively refused to be a twenty year old senior, which meant doing some doubling up over the next year.
She knocked on the open door of the infirmary where it had been suggested she might find the TA in question at this time of day, and came inside, looking around. "Hello?" she called out. If nothing else, she reasoned, she could always check with Simon to see if he'd had time to get any blood samples.
Cal wasn't usually the one to greet anyone walking into the infirmary; he wasn't actually medical staff, and that was who people coming here were looking for. In fact, he wasn't here for anyone at all, just for research, so he was pretty much always stuck in the medlab.
But he was just done for today, letting some of the equipment run their analyses, so he was heading out of the lab, a tall, blond boy in jeans and a The Offspring t-shirt, when the cute brunette walked in. He'd seen her around, but he wasn't actually sure who she was, and he hadn't kept a close enough eye on the journals.
"Hey," he greeted her. "Sorry, I'm not actually medical staff. I can get someone for you if you like?"
The guy who'd emerged looked as if he might be one of the students; in fact, Toby was almost positive she'd seen him around, though she couldn't put a name to him. "Actually, I'm looking for the Life Science's TA." Toby glanced down at the paper again. "Cal Rankin? Dr. MacTaggert suggested I might be able to find him down here."
"Oh, yeah, that's me," Cal stated with a nod and a small smile, although he looked a little perplexed, since he had no idea who she was, other than 'a student'. "Call me Cal," he added, smile widening slightly as he offered his hand for a shake.
Toby smiled sheepishly and shook his hand. "Toby Daye. Sorry, I thought you were a student. Dr. MacTaggert said you were the person to talk to about getting some help over the summer?" She dropped her hand and grinned crookedly. "Or at least, I'm pretty sure that's what she said. I've gotta admit, I have a miserable time with her accent."
"Oh, you get used to it, I promise," Cal told her with an easier smile, now that he knew what this was about. "But yeah, totally. I'm your guy, as of like, two weeks ago, pretty much." So she'd feel better about mistaking him for a student. He tilted his head in the direction he'd just come from. "No one's in the medlab, if you wanna talk out the details now."
"Sure, sounds good." Toby followed him back. "So, you just graduated? I thought I'd seen you around." Given his height, he was kind of hard to miss.
"Yeah, only just," Cal confirmed with a nod, leading the way towards a mostly empty lab table, with a couple of stools for them. "You're gonna be my first tutoree." Totally a word, now. "So, what year are you in, Toby?"
"Sophomore," she admitted. She grimaced as she sat down on one of the stools. "But only just - I came in late in the semester. So, I've got a start on the coursework, but I'd really like to get through it this summer and into junior year."
She looked older than that, so it wasn't a surprise to Cal that she might want to. He took a seat beside her and grabbed a notepad out of his messenger bag, writing her name on top of a blank page. "What's your story? School-wise. If you don't mind sharing." He figured that the more he knew about that, the more adequately he could help.
Toby chuckled. "Wow, I'm being interviewed. Next stop, the Ellen Degeneris show." She shrugged and propped her elbow on the table, pushing her hair back behind her ear as she propped her head. "I did a couple of freshmen year classes in 8th grade, but I dropped out - oh, a month into freshman year? Something like that." She shrugged. "Anyway, they tested me out of that. Sophomore lit, too, but I've got to do the writing requirements for the course."
Cal took a few notes, nodding along. "Okay, cool. So really just the sophomore stuff over the summer, so you can get into junior year in September? You said you got a start in the coursework?"
Toby nodded and held out a copy of the Life Sciences syllabus, with the covered lessons highlighted. "I got the first Unit done and took the exam on it." She shrugged and grimaced. "I'm not sure how much help I'm going to need, but probably some. Gotta check with the rest of my teachers yet too, and see if anyone's going to be around for those. Summers said he'd give me a hand with math."
Cal nodded along, making a few more notes as he went over what she'd already seen. Multitasking wasn't just for chicks, thank you. "Okay, so - what's your schedule like over the summer? If you know already." He didn't know if she worked, or... anything.
"Mmmm. I've got squad training - does that still go on in summer? And I work out with Scott a couple of times a week. Other than that, pretty much open."
"I guess that depends on your squad," Cal replied. "And okay, how about we start with twice a week? We can change that later if needed."
"Sounds good." Toby pulled out the cell phone she'd been given, fumbled with it a little to pull up the calendar, then handed it over with a crooked, hopeful smile. "Just stick in when? I'm having a miserable time figuring this thing out."
"Everything's easier in 3D," Cal assured her with a smirk, and hit the 3D command to display the calendar over the phone, which he then set down on the counter. "More instinctive." He quickly added two events on a weekly repeat. "How's that?"
"Fuck," Toby half whispered as the screen went 3D. She'd seen other people's do that, but she hadn't realized hers did - probably because her brain hadn't really registered much more than "free phone" when the girl had given her it. She shook her head to brush off her surprise and smiled. "Awesome, thanks. I don't suppose you do phone tutorials too, huh?"
"I keep saying someone should make a tutorial," Cal said with a grin. "I'll show you, yeah." For now, he collapsed back the 3D. "You'll get used to it in no time."
Hmmm. Cute grin. Infectious. She'd have to remember that. "Seriously, I doubt that," she admitted, grinning back. "I'm kind of technologically challenged. It took me about a dozen tries to get into my e-mail when they gave it to me."
"Hey, I like a good challenge," Cal replied, eyes twinkling. "Anyway, not so random question - what's your mutation? Apart from the obvious. If there is something apart from the obvious."
Toby raised her eyebrows? "There's something obvious?" Giving it up, she waved that aside and smiled crookedly, tilting her head onto her hand. "Anyway, it's got a few parts, but mostly I copy other people's powers."
"Seriously?" Cal asked with raised eyebrows. "And no one's told me about you."
"Is there a reason they should have?" Toby countered, trying to decide whether or not to be annoyed. "I mean, it's not like I'd be doing it without asking you."
"Hey, I'm Cal, and I'm a mimic," he mock-introduced himself. "How does yours work?"
"Umm...drink blood, get powers?" Toby replied, taken aback. "No one told me there was anyone else who did it too." Which kind of sucked, actually. It would've been nice to know she wasn't the only vampire on campus.
"Wait, what? You have to drink people's blood? But what if -" Cal had so many questions, but there was one easy way to get the answers. "I could ask you a hundred questions, or I could just mimic you. Which doesn't involve blood. Anything I should know?"
"Hold it." Toby held up her hand. "You can mimic me without drinking blood? How is that fair?" The answer, of course, was that it wasn't. Fuck. Bad enough she had the weirdest powers on Earth, without finding out someone had pretty much the same ones without the downside.
"I didn't even know I should be glad I didn't get the Twilight version of mimicry," Cal confirmed, but he was really thankful, now. That would suck. "So? Anything I should watch out for?"
"Not really? Other than that if you drink anyone's blood, your stomach kind of does flip flops. Though that might just be me," she conceded. Honestly. How was this even fair?
"Not planning on drinking anyone's blood, my stomach is safe," Cal replied, already reaching for her mutation to mimic. Neither his eyes nor ears changed, but he did suddenly have answers to the questions he'd been thinking about. Most of them, anyway. "Okay, wow. I am seriously so glad for the way I do it. But I can't track anyone!" Well, not unless he mimicked the right person, anyway. "And I don't get memories."
"Because, y'know, those are fun. 'Ouch! I cut myself!'" Nonetheless, Toby grinned a little, tilting her head to check out his ears. "No physical mutations?" she guessed.
"Well, I mimic abilities," Cal replied, turning his head so she could see his still very round ear. "So unless your physical mutation is linked to an ability, no. I'll go green with Vic, since he can camouflage, but I'll stay flesh-coloured with Toad. It's kinda weird, but whatever."
"No, that makes sense," Toby admitted. She smiled crookedly. "I'm not totally sure what I get yet. As you can probably guess, volunteers aren't exactly lining up around the block. But I can turn Summers' eye canons on and off, so that's something."
"Seriously? Dude never wanted to let me try!" Cal protested. "I am so mimicking him next chance I get." Talk about an awesome mutation. "Can you dial the force up and down at will, then?" It was very clear that mutations got Cal excited. What could he say? They were fascinating.
Toby laughed outright - mostly at his enthusiasm, but also just because it was kind of cool, comparing. "Not sure about the force - I think so? I definitely didn't hit the tree as hard the second time." She grinned impishly. "And I didn't exactly ask. It was during the whole animalization think - I scratched the hell out of him, and then instinct kicked in and I washed off my claws."
"I guess I was too busy being a literal flying monkey to notice the - kitten? - shooting concussion blasts out of her eyes," Cal remarked with an easy grin. "Anyway, you wanna practice stuff on me, I'm totally there. I love figuring stuff out about mutations." Even if it meant bleeding for her, yes. Small price to pay, and there were enough people with a healing factor around that it would really be a tiny price to pay.
"How would that work?" Her forehead furrowed a little as she thought it through. "I mean, theoretically? If I copy you, I'd get...the ability to copy everyone else without them bleeding?" She grinned a little. "And hopefully not the amazing ability to turn into a flying monkey. Though it'd definitely beat being a raccoon."
"A raccoon, seriously? Sweet," Cal grinned at the thought. A monkey was definitely more practical, but a raccoon! "Please tell me someone gave you a mini bazooka and took pictures."
"Well, I had the eye canons going," Toby countered with a smirk. "A bazooka would've probably been overkill."
"But way more culturally striking," Cal stated with a pointed finger. "But yeah, I guess you'd just - be able to mimic the way I mimic. But even if you wanna work on the tracking thing, or whatever."
"Hey, I'm all for it either way. Mutual mimicking - you can give mine a go too if you want." Toby grinned. "Got time now, or was I interrupting something?"
"Nah, I was done here," Cal confirmed, standing up to go and grab one of their scalpels, and a small beaker. As he pricked his finger with the scalpel, he focused on the memory of the first time he flew, and let a couple drops fall into the beaker before handing it over. "Here, enjoy," he told her with a grin, which faded into a surprised expression as his cut healed over. Huh, healing factor, he hadn't realized. Sweet!
Toby laughed again at the expression on Cal's face, then grinned and swiped the blood from the beaker with her finger. "Football?" she guessed as she tried to identify the smell. Some kind of ball, anyway, mixed with sun and a hint of her freshly cut grass, which she was assuming was the result of him mimicking her. Something dark, which she couldn't identify. Somewhat apprehensively, she stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked the blood off, bracing herself for the jolt that inevitably followed.
It didn't, per se. A smile lit her face and she closed her eyes as instead of the memory of him cutting himself, she got a memory of flying. "Whose powers?"
"Basketball," he answered with a grin, remaining standing for now, hands in his pockets, as he waited for the memory to hit. His grin only shone brighter when she smiled from it. "Paul's, he used to be my roommate. He's all about solar energy, hence the warmth." And the flying. Flying was the best.
"It's not the same as Vance's," she observed. The flying, yeah. But the how, or the energy rush - no. She opened her eyes and smiled, still feeling a little dazed. "Thanks. Mostly I get 'Oh shit, that hurt.'"
"Yeah, you mentioned, I thought I'd try and give you something nice for a change," Cal confirmed with a half-smile. "And yeah, no, I like Paul's better. I mean, TK's great for a whole lot of reasons, but Paul's mutation is just... freakin' awesome."
"Definitely." She grinned. "But, y'know, flying. No matter how you do it, it's just awesome." She eyed him curiously. "So, how do I latch onto someone else's using yours?"
"Oh, shit, you don't - right." Cal winced a little. "If you're the same as me, that won't really be your issue at first. Your issue will be not mimicking people. Which can be a little problematic when you're around people with maladaptive mutations, so... watch out for that? Whenever you've got my mutation going."
"Fuck. Right, okay. That explains why I seem to know a whole lot more about basketball than I ever have." And his mutation, now that she actually thought of it. Damn, how come she didn't get a How To braindump with hers? Pushing that down, she grinned instead. "So, any chance we can go find that former roommate of yours before it wears off? Because flying without having to beg anyone to let me play vampire isn't something I really want to pass up."
Wait, if she had his mutation, she could probably mimic his mutation via his mutation, and then know how to handle it? Or would that not work? He felt like he might break his brain trying to figure it out, so, yeah. "I can text him, see if he's up for some flying. You won't be able to keep his mutation around for very long, unless you can mimic that off of me. Or you can mimic his mutation off of me. Or - whatever, let's find out," Cal stated with a grin. "How long until you lose mine?"
"Probably about half an hour, maybe a little more?" Toby grinned back. "But I'm all for experimenting. Let's see how far we can push this."
Cal got his cell phone out and flashed her another grin. "Let's."
Toby glanced down at the piece of paper she was holding, and made a face. Right. Cal Rankin, Life Sciences TA. Apparently, the guy to talk to about science tutoring over the summer. Which she was going to need - not that science was all that hard, just that she absolutely, positively refused to be a twenty year old senior, which meant doing some doubling up over the next year.
She knocked on the open door of the infirmary where it had been suggested she might find the TA in question at this time of day, and came inside, looking around. "Hello?" she called out. If nothing else, she reasoned, she could always check with Simon to see if he'd had time to get any blood samples.
Cal wasn't usually the one to greet anyone walking into the infirmary; he wasn't actually medical staff, and that was who people coming here were looking for. In fact, he wasn't here for anyone at all, just for research, so he was pretty much always stuck in the medlab.
But he was just done for today, letting some of the equipment run their analyses, so he was heading out of the lab, a tall, blond boy in jeans and a The Offspring t-shirt, when the cute brunette walked in. He'd seen her around, but he wasn't actually sure who she was, and he hadn't kept a close enough eye on the journals.
"Hey," he greeted her. "Sorry, I'm not actually medical staff. I can get someone for you if you like?"
The guy who'd emerged looked as if he might be one of the students; in fact, Toby was almost positive she'd seen him around, though she couldn't put a name to him. "Actually, I'm looking for the Life Science's TA." Toby glanced down at the paper again. "Cal Rankin? Dr. MacTaggert suggested I might be able to find him down here."
"Oh, yeah, that's me," Cal stated with a nod and a small smile, although he looked a little perplexed, since he had no idea who she was, other than 'a student'. "Call me Cal," he added, smile widening slightly as he offered his hand for a shake.
Toby smiled sheepishly and shook his hand. "Toby Daye. Sorry, I thought you were a student. Dr. MacTaggert said you were the person to talk to about getting some help over the summer?" She dropped her hand and grinned crookedly. "Or at least, I'm pretty sure that's what she said. I've gotta admit, I have a miserable time with her accent."
"Oh, you get used to it, I promise," Cal told her with an easier smile, now that he knew what this was about. "But yeah, totally. I'm your guy, as of like, two weeks ago, pretty much." So she'd feel better about mistaking him for a student. He tilted his head in the direction he'd just come from. "No one's in the medlab, if you wanna talk out the details now."
"Sure, sounds good." Toby followed him back. "So, you just graduated? I thought I'd seen you around." Given his height, he was kind of hard to miss.
"Yeah, only just," Cal confirmed with a nod, leading the way towards a mostly empty lab table, with a couple of stools for them. "You're gonna be my first tutoree." Totally a word, now. "So, what year are you in, Toby?"
"Sophomore," she admitted. She grimaced as she sat down on one of the stools. "But only just - I came in late in the semester. So, I've got a start on the coursework, but I'd really like to get through it this summer and into junior year."
She looked older than that, so it wasn't a surprise to Cal that she might want to. He took a seat beside her and grabbed a notepad out of his messenger bag, writing her name on top of a blank page. "What's your story? School-wise. If you don't mind sharing." He figured that the more he knew about that, the more adequately he could help.
Toby chuckled. "Wow, I'm being interviewed. Next stop, the Ellen Degeneris show." She shrugged and propped her elbow on the table, pushing her hair back behind her ear as she propped her head. "I did a couple of freshmen year classes in 8th grade, but I dropped out - oh, a month into freshman year? Something like that." She shrugged. "Anyway, they tested me out of that. Sophomore lit, too, but I've got to do the writing requirements for the course."
Cal took a few notes, nodding along. "Okay, cool. So really just the sophomore stuff over the summer, so you can get into junior year in September? You said you got a start in the coursework?"
Toby nodded and held out a copy of the Life Sciences syllabus, with the covered lessons highlighted. "I got the first Unit done and took the exam on it." She shrugged and grimaced. "I'm not sure how much help I'm going to need, but probably some. Gotta check with the rest of my teachers yet too, and see if anyone's going to be around for those. Summers said he'd give me a hand with math."
Cal nodded along, making a few more notes as he went over what she'd already seen. Multitasking wasn't just for chicks, thank you. "Okay, so - what's your schedule like over the summer? If you know already." He didn't know if she worked, or... anything.
"Mmmm. I've got squad training - does that still go on in summer? And I work out with Scott a couple of times a week. Other than that, pretty much open."
"I guess that depends on your squad," Cal replied. "And okay, how about we start with twice a week? We can change that later if needed."
"Sounds good." Toby pulled out the cell phone she'd been given, fumbled with it a little to pull up the calendar, then handed it over with a crooked, hopeful smile. "Just stick in when? I'm having a miserable time figuring this thing out."
"Everything's easier in 3D," Cal assured her with a smirk, and hit the 3D command to display the calendar over the phone, which he then set down on the counter. "More instinctive." He quickly added two events on a weekly repeat. "How's that?"
"Fuck," Toby half whispered as the screen went 3D. She'd seen other people's do that, but she hadn't realized hers did - probably because her brain hadn't really registered much more than "free phone" when the girl had given her it. She shook her head to brush off her surprise and smiled. "Awesome, thanks. I don't suppose you do phone tutorials too, huh?"
"I keep saying someone should make a tutorial," Cal said with a grin. "I'll show you, yeah." For now, he collapsed back the 3D. "You'll get used to it in no time."
Hmmm. Cute grin. Infectious. She'd have to remember that. "Seriously, I doubt that," she admitted, grinning back. "I'm kind of technologically challenged. It took me about a dozen tries to get into my e-mail when they gave it to me."
"Hey, I like a good challenge," Cal replied, eyes twinkling. "Anyway, not so random question - what's your mutation? Apart from the obvious. If there is something apart from the obvious."
Toby raised her eyebrows? "There's something obvious?" Giving it up, she waved that aside and smiled crookedly, tilting her head onto her hand. "Anyway, it's got a few parts, but mostly I copy other people's powers."
"Seriously?" Cal asked with raised eyebrows. "And no one's told me about you."
"Is there a reason they should have?" Toby countered, trying to decide whether or not to be annoyed. "I mean, it's not like I'd be doing it without asking you."
"Hey, I'm Cal, and I'm a mimic," he mock-introduced himself. "How does yours work?"
"Umm...drink blood, get powers?" Toby replied, taken aback. "No one told me there was anyone else who did it too." Which kind of sucked, actually. It would've been nice to know she wasn't the only vampire on campus.
"Wait, what? You have to drink people's blood? But what if -" Cal had so many questions, but there was one easy way to get the answers. "I could ask you a hundred questions, or I could just mimic you. Which doesn't involve blood. Anything I should know?"
"Hold it." Toby held up her hand. "You can mimic me without drinking blood? How is that fair?" The answer, of course, was that it wasn't. Fuck. Bad enough she had the weirdest powers on Earth, without finding out someone had pretty much the same ones without the downside.
"I didn't even know I should be glad I didn't get the Twilight version of mimicry," Cal confirmed, but he was really thankful, now. That would suck. "So? Anything I should watch out for?"
"Not really? Other than that if you drink anyone's blood, your stomach kind of does flip flops. Though that might just be me," she conceded. Honestly. How was this even fair?
"Not planning on drinking anyone's blood, my stomach is safe," Cal replied, already reaching for her mutation to mimic. Neither his eyes nor ears changed, but he did suddenly have answers to the questions he'd been thinking about. Most of them, anyway. "Okay, wow. I am seriously so glad for the way I do it. But I can't track anyone!" Well, not unless he mimicked the right person, anyway. "And I don't get memories."
"Because, y'know, those are fun. 'Ouch! I cut myself!'" Nonetheless, Toby grinned a little, tilting her head to check out his ears. "No physical mutations?" she guessed.
"Well, I mimic abilities," Cal replied, turning his head so she could see his still very round ear. "So unless your physical mutation is linked to an ability, no. I'll go green with Vic, since he can camouflage, but I'll stay flesh-coloured with Toad. It's kinda weird, but whatever."
"No, that makes sense," Toby admitted. She smiled crookedly. "I'm not totally sure what I get yet. As you can probably guess, volunteers aren't exactly lining up around the block. But I can turn Summers' eye canons on and off, so that's something."
"Seriously? Dude never wanted to let me try!" Cal protested. "I am so mimicking him next chance I get." Talk about an awesome mutation. "Can you dial the force up and down at will, then?" It was very clear that mutations got Cal excited. What could he say? They were fascinating.
Toby laughed outright - mostly at his enthusiasm, but also just because it was kind of cool, comparing. "Not sure about the force - I think so? I definitely didn't hit the tree as hard the second time." She grinned impishly. "And I didn't exactly ask. It was during the whole animalization think - I scratched the hell out of him, and then instinct kicked in and I washed off my claws."
"I guess I was too busy being a literal flying monkey to notice the - kitten? - shooting concussion blasts out of her eyes," Cal remarked with an easy grin. "Anyway, you wanna practice stuff on me, I'm totally there. I love figuring stuff out about mutations." Even if it meant bleeding for her, yes. Small price to pay, and there were enough people with a healing factor around that it would really be a tiny price to pay.
"How would that work?" Her forehead furrowed a little as she thought it through. "I mean, theoretically? If I copy you, I'd get...the ability to copy everyone else without them bleeding?" She grinned a little. "And hopefully not the amazing ability to turn into a flying monkey. Though it'd definitely beat being a raccoon."
"A raccoon, seriously? Sweet," Cal grinned at the thought. A monkey was definitely more practical, but a raccoon! "Please tell me someone gave you a mini bazooka and took pictures."
"Well, I had the eye canons going," Toby countered with a smirk. "A bazooka would've probably been overkill."
"But way more culturally striking," Cal stated with a pointed finger. "But yeah, I guess you'd just - be able to mimic the way I mimic. But even if you wanna work on the tracking thing, or whatever."
"Hey, I'm all for it either way. Mutual mimicking - you can give mine a go too if you want." Toby grinned. "Got time now, or was I interrupting something?"
"Nah, I was done here," Cal confirmed, standing up to go and grab one of their scalpels, and a small beaker. As he pricked his finger with the scalpel, he focused on the memory of the first time he flew, and let a couple drops fall into the beaker before handing it over. "Here, enjoy," he told her with a grin, which faded into a surprised expression as his cut healed over. Huh, healing factor, he hadn't realized. Sweet!
Toby laughed again at the expression on Cal's face, then grinned and swiped the blood from the beaker with her finger. "Football?" she guessed as she tried to identify the smell. Some kind of ball, anyway, mixed with sun and a hint of her freshly cut grass, which she was assuming was the result of him mimicking her. Something dark, which she couldn't identify. Somewhat apprehensively, she stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked the blood off, bracing herself for the jolt that inevitably followed.
It didn't, per se. A smile lit her face and she closed her eyes as instead of the memory of him cutting himself, she got a memory of flying. "Whose powers?"
"Basketball," he answered with a grin, remaining standing for now, hands in his pockets, as he waited for the memory to hit. His grin only shone brighter when she smiled from it. "Paul's, he used to be my roommate. He's all about solar energy, hence the warmth." And the flying. Flying was the best.
"It's not the same as Vance's," she observed. The flying, yeah. But the how, or the energy rush - no. She opened her eyes and smiled, still feeling a little dazed. "Thanks. Mostly I get 'Oh shit, that hurt.'"
"Yeah, you mentioned, I thought I'd try and give you something nice for a change," Cal confirmed with a half-smile. "And yeah, no, I like Paul's better. I mean, TK's great for a whole lot of reasons, but Paul's mutation is just... freakin' awesome."
"Definitely." She grinned. "But, y'know, flying. No matter how you do it, it's just awesome." She eyed him curiously. "So, how do I latch onto someone else's using yours?"
"Oh, shit, you don't - right." Cal winced a little. "If you're the same as me, that won't really be your issue at first. Your issue will be not mimicking people. Which can be a little problematic when you're around people with maladaptive mutations, so... watch out for that? Whenever you've got my mutation going."
"Fuck. Right, okay. That explains why I seem to know a whole lot more about basketball than I ever have." And his mutation, now that she actually thought of it. Damn, how come she didn't get a How To braindump with hers? Pushing that down, she grinned instead. "So, any chance we can go find that former roommate of yours before it wears off? Because flying without having to beg anyone to let me play vampire isn't something I really want to pass up."
Wait, if she had his mutation, she could probably mimic his mutation via his mutation, and then know how to handle it? Or would that not work? He felt like he might break his brain trying to figure it out, so, yeah. "I can text him, see if he's up for some flying. You won't be able to keep his mutation around for very long, unless you can mimic that off of me. Or you can mimic his mutation off of me. Or - whatever, let's find out," Cal stated with a grin. "How long until you lose mine?"
"Probably about half an hour, maybe a little more?" Toby grinned back. "But I'm all for experimenting. Let's see how far we can push this."
Cal got his cell phone out and flashed her another grin. "Let's."
