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Obsidian frowned as she began to walk away. "Are we going somewhere?"

He awoke to the beeping of his alarm clock, a harsh sound that snapped him out of his dream. He groaned, squinting at the numbers on the display. 6:50, it read. Which meant that it was, sadly, time to wake up. He slapped the button that would deactivate the alarm, then - after a moment of just laying there - rolled out of bed and started getting ready. It was while brushing he teeth that he realized something was wrong. He couldn't tell what it was, at first; just a deep sense of unease that seemed to hang in the air. It wasn't until he nearly tripped on a ball at the top of the stairs and sent it bouncing down that he realized what was wrong. The house was silent. With some amount of trepidation, he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was nobody there. Well, maybe they were all still sleeping. Still on edge, he poured a bowl of cereal and began eating. "Boo," his sister said behind him suddenly. He nearly jumped out of his chair. She laughed hysterically as he spun around, panicked. "Your face," she gasped. "Oh, your face!" Despite himself, a smile began to curve up at the edges of his lips. "Sheesh, Rilla. You nearly scared me to death..." He trailed off, staring at Rilla's face. Beneath both of her eyes ran rivulets of glossy black, as though she had just finished crying oil. "What are those?" he asked. She frowned. "What are what?" "The... black stuff. Underneath your eyes." Her frown deepened but she did not respond. Her eyes lifted up, looking past him across the room. He turned his head to follow her gaze and saw the rest of his family. All with the same strange markings under their eyes. The pit of unease that that had been sitting in his stomach all morning began to twist into fear. He stood up, dropping his spoon, and rushed to the nearest mirror. He stared at his own face. There were several faint lines of slightly-paler skin, but that was normal. He ran his fingers under his eyes, double-checking to make sure that he was in fact free of the markings. When he looked up from the mirror, Rilla was there. Staring at him. "You don't have them," she said, her voice distant. "You haven't joined us." "What?" he replied, his fear blossoming into full-fledged panic. "Rilla, if this is some sort of practical joke, it isn't very funny. You got me, okay? Ha ha. Look at my face." He started to back away, retreating from Rilla's calm, empty stare. She kept staring at him for a few moments as he slowly backed away. Then she spoke. "You will join us," she said. "It is only a matter of time." At that, he bolted for the door. He could hear the steady, measured footsteps of Rilla and the rest of his family following him, but he didn't dare look back. He wrenched the doorknob and threw the door open, bursting into the cool spring air and bright blue sky- Except that the sky wasn't blue. Not anymore. It dripped with black tearstains, as though someone had poured a bucket of paint over the heavens. He simply stood there, stunned, until he suddenly felt a hand grasp his wrist. "Join us," his sister's voice said, and tendrils of darkness began to force their way into his skin. Pain. Golden, fiery pain. He was distantly aware that someone was screaming. It was a moment later that he realized it was him. The lines across his body burned into his skin, as though he had become a living lightbulb. "Stop," he tried to say, but he couldn't get the words to form. He just wanted it to stop. Wanted it to stop hurting. Wanted it to just go away- And then, suddenly, something snapped, and a sense of some strange emptiness washed over him. He was faintly aware of his sister gasping in shock as the world around him began to fall away, but he couldn't bring himself to care. The pain was gone. Clinic: Outside Calano's Room A young man appeared out of nowhere a foot or so in the air with a rather large pop and fell to the ground. "Ow," he said. Or tried to say. For some reason his voice didn't seem to be working right. @CalanoCorvus

"Is it a single lineage that does that, or something?"

"Sounds like a lot of manipulation of other abilities, then."

An hour or so, maybe.

"Well usually people don't eat them raw, except maybe on a salad or something. When they're in sauce they're all blended up and there are some extra spices added."

"Flavorless?" Yerik frowned. "What kind of tomatoes do you have on your island?"

"Tomatoes, usually. Though there can be other kinds."

"Huh. Well, as I understand it it's made of wheat, like bread. It's pretty bland plain, but it's incredible with sauce."

"Huh. What about other trees?"

Yerik blinked. "Have you really never seen pasta before?"

Obsidian shook his head, muttering under his breath. "So wasteful."

"No!" snapped Obsidian. "The socks are mine!"

Silver sighed. "What powers do they have? For instance..." Silver looked out the window and pointed. "That tree over there."

Silver blinked. "Uh... not important. Sorry. What other common plants are there?"

Obsidian let out a cry of delight and began absorbing the socks in black goop.

Obsidian immediately began digging through the pile for socks.

"Huh. Seems like that would help with global warming."

"Ah, well. We should practice with something, though. What does grass do?"

Yerik pulled out his knife and cut the apple into slices. He chewed them thoughtfully as he watched the cooks go about their business.

Great minds think alike, huh? Are they twist villains?