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Timeline: Current
<@Adam> Adam was topless, standing in front of a full-length mirror with his teeshirt in his hand and studying himself -or more accurately, his tattoos. They were extensive, even on his face, bright green and looking like some kind of alien circuitry. How had he not thought they were weird? Just... accepted the 'you went through a phase' memory...
<@Adam> He sighed, shaking his head and running his still-gloved hand through his hair, before picking up one of the headpieces-the green and black one, to be exact. It was the one that felt most... familiar.
<Clarice> Clarice was on her way to Remy's room, when she spotted Adam though a gap in his door. Smirking a little she pushed the door open, "Checking ourself out?"
<@Adam> "Huhwhat? Oh, hey Claaawow, did you have a paint fight?" Adam stopped and stared at stripy Clarice. "Wow. You uh... I mean no, just... trying to jog memories, you know..." He held up the hairpiece. "I should know this, I mean most of my pictures have it in..."
<Clarice> "Paint fight?" Clarice frowned, coming into the room proper and shutting the door behind her, "and how does stripping off in the mirror jog memories?"
<@Adam> "You got something on your face." He gestured at his face before swearing quietly and shaking out his aching arm. "Not stripping off, not really." He nudged the box of clothes at his face. "Never once thought to question my tats, that's all... apparently you and me got ours at the same time."
<Clarice> Clarice rubbed at her face and then looked at her fingers for any sign of paint, "Yeah that's when Fabian got his bull to," she remarked, "do you remember why you got yours? If they mean anything?" She rubbed her face, "Did I get it off?"
<@Adam> He blushed, "-but not what possesed me to get these. I mean they kinda fit in with the style of outfit but they're weird-ow." He rubbed the inside of his arm as it twinged."Nnnope, probably some ink or something." Adam shrugged. "Kinda... I mean I can... remember the studio... Jolen getting pierced, I think-" He blushed, "-but not why these got done. Fits in with the style of my clothes but yeah. Weird."
<Clarice> "I think they're pretty cool," Clarice rubbed her face again, wondering how she could have gotten in on her face, "Jolen ... he got ... a tree," she gave Adam a warm smile, "but you are starting to like ... properly remember stuff now, yeah?"
<@Adam> Adam sighed. "Not really." He shook his head. "Probably something to do with my meds. Apparently those I do need." He pulled a face and rubbed the inside of his arm as it twinged. "Ow. No, I just get... random flashes, familiarity, you know? Though I got to find out that I like guys..."
<@Adam> "I had a boyfriend, Clari, and you'll never guess who it was."
<Clarice> "Are you okay?" Clarice moved over to tough Adam's shoulder, smiling a little sadly, "Lemme guess ... Jean-Paul?"
<@Adam> "Pain. Arms have been aching the last couple of days, that' all. Probably too many noodles or... something." He gave Clarice a quick hug and an understanding smile. "Yup. Think he was my first too. Though..." There was another blush. "Apparently there was the bunny boy... I'm not so virginial as we thought."
<Clarice> "Damn, now I know how Fabian felt when I told him about us," she hugged Adam back, "it's okay though, so long as Jean-Paul loves me back I don't care if it's like a sister, I just wanna make sure he's happy, that all my friends are happy," she let Adam go to check his arm, "Same here actually, I handed in my v-card not long before the mass Trask-napping,"
<Clarice> Thank goodness...
<@Adam> The undersides of his arms were harder than they had been, almost like he was wearing pads under the skin. "I dunno, something tells me even before that I wasn't too bothered about squishy things. Guess some things don't change, right?" He flinched a little as her fingers went over a tender spot, right on his wrist. "Ow!''
<Clarice> Clarice gave his arm an investigative prod, frowning, "Y'know ... I'd say that was some kind of growth or something under there, have you been down to see the doctor," she genly ran her thumb over the sore bit to soothe it.
<@Adam> "The blue fuzzy guy? Hell no." Adam shook his head. "Keep expecting him to lick me. Quit prodding." He flexed his hand-and squeaked as something seemed to tear in his arm. "Ow! The hell was that?" He pulled his arm out of her hands, shaking it. It hadn't hurt the first time... first time what?
<Clarice> "Dr. McCoy isn't tha-" she jumped back at Adam's yell, "I swear I didn't do anything!"
<@Adam> "I know you didn't." Adam framed at his arm, fingers gently feeling the hardness. "Bone's not meant to feel like that." There was another tearing pain as something shifted in his arm, making him gasp and pale. "Oh god."
<Clarice> "O-kaay, down to medical we goooo," Clarice said calmly but firmly, taking Adam gently by the shoulder to lead him out.
<@Adam> Adam was holding his arm, trying not to tear up in pain-last thing he wanted was Clarice seeing that-as he nodded. "Okay, but only if I get a lollipop after-" He was cut off by a sick- sounding crunch coming from his arm and despite his best efforts, a line of blood went down his face. "Jesus!"
<@Adam> He stopped, trying not to curl around his arm. Why was it hurting? It hadn't hurt the first time-but it hadn't happened this fast either. His head knotted itself when he tried to follow that thought, distracted by another shot of pain.
<Clarice> "Shiiiii-ugar!" Clarice hissed, putting her arm around Adam to help him walk, trying to will a portal down to the medlab into excistance, "Come ooooooon big, pink wormhole!"
<@Adam> "What?" Adam couldn't help the chuckle, despite the pain. "You know, that sounds like the worst kind of porn line ever, right?" He shook his arm out as another shift made it go numb, flexing his hand again -and then suddenly crying out in pain and surprise.
<@Adam> Reason being, as he'd flexed his hand, afoot -long boneblade snapped out of his wrist, narrowly missing Clarice and covered in a light sheen of blood, the same patting to the floor. "What the everloving fuck?"
<Clarice> "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Clarice shrieked, dropping Adam and springing away, non-swearing policy temporarily forgotton as the still fairly strong human personality broke through, "What the shit!? What the shit was THAT!?" She flailed, falling back on her ass and looking down at the red speckling on her shirt, "Is that blood!? Eeeeeeeee!"
<@Adam> Adam just...stared at the blade poking from his arm. Gingerly, he tested the edge, pulling his fingers away sharply and inspecting the sliced glove. "Holy shit." He studied it. "...Doesn't hurt anymore..." He murmured weakly.
<Clarice> "Is that - that one of your powers?" Clarice squeaked, eyeing the blade nervously, "You're not gonna like ... start sprouting them from everywhere are you?"
<@Adam> Adam looked at Clarice, blinking, before looking back at the blade. "Your guess is as good as mine, Clarice, but it...feels right." He was amazed at how calm he was. "No, I... don't think so. Um. Got a tissue or something?"
<Clarice> "N-nice of them to warn you how you're going to have things exploding out of you arm," Clarice said a little shakily, getting back to her feet and pulling her shirt away from her body gingerly, "No, but you should have some in your bathroom, right?"
<@Adam> "Yeah... real nice." Adam nodded, shaking a little himself as he ducked into the bathroom, coming out and cleaning the blade. "Crap, I think I'm supposed to have two... and how the hell am I supposed to put it away?" He looked up at Clarice then.
<@Adam> "Oh god... I really am a mutant, aren't I?"
<Clarice> "I ... have no idea?" Clarice confessed, grimancing as she wiped some of the blood off his face, "Well, I guess if you weren't conviced before, that's the clincher, eh?" Oh she was going to have to soak the shirt now, blood was a bitch to get out.
<@Adam> "I don't know, I was... honestly kinda hoping they had it wrong, Clarice." Adam confessed, smoothing fingers over the bone. "At least a part of me was. I cry blood, Clar, and all anyone will tell me is I do some weird blood thing. Oh, and apparently I'm creepy and crazy."
<@Adam> "I just want to be normal, you know?" He shook his head. "Ugh, I'm confused..."
<Clarice> "Do you wanna hug? Promise you won't spike me?" She gave him a small smile, "This is normal for us though, when all your memories come back you'll know."
<@Adam> "I do, and I won't, I promise." Adam risked a smile. "That's the problem though, isn't it? I'm not getting any of them. All of you are and I'm not, I just... keep getting little bits of familiarity." He hugged her carefully, then jumped when the blade snapped back in. "God that felt weird. And I'm an emo, huh."
<Clarice> Clarice gave him a cuddle, then jumped back with a squeak at the blade's disappearing act, "Well, it will come back, even Trask said it would, you just gotta stay positive in the mean time, okay?"
<@Adam> Adam sighed. "Yeah. Patient and positive, I can totally do that." He shook out his numb hand. "Guess I better clean up properly, huh. Thanks, Clarice, seriously. Feel like I'm going mad."
<Clarice> "If you need me you know where I am hon, only ... please don't need me for the next ten minutes, I need a shower," she shuddered gently, no way was she seeing Remy while splattered in blood, it could cause awkward questions.
<@Adam> "Sorry." He winced, seeing the splatters. "Yeah, you go do that. I should get checked out just incase, huh." He rubbed his nose. "I think whatever my mutation is, it sucks. And no offence, but you kinda do need a shower." He smiled at her.
<Clarice> "Oh thanks," Clarice smirked, "you'll be fine Ad, I'll see you later, okay?"
<@Adam> "No problem, any time." Adam grinned and gave her thumbing. "Later, Clari, and take care, alright?"