"from what i can see, it seems like some kind of Volcano Island or something like that" saying, while looking around.
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Mort nodded, and turned back to the side of the island they'd yet to venture into. He started the heated, parched walk (hop) without waiting for Alex, assuming he wouldn't be offended, and called over his shoulder. "Right, nice. So where you from, and how'd you end up here? --Wait, no, lemme guess, you don't know that either."
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"Weird." Mort shook his head in disbelief. "Ain't nothing natural about this shit. How old are ya, anyways?"
After a while of walking, one of Mortimer's hops skidded to a halt, and he squinted around the curve of the land. In the distance, three figures were conversing--seemingly, a humped-looking creature, a bush of pinkish hues, and a passable human.
Wondering if he was just hallucinating, the frog-like mutant turned back to Alex. "Uh, d'you see that, kid?"
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"oh that's the name, I knew it was something like Siousha. But yea, i meet one, she said she was from a planet called 'Siousha', but she looked different then you. she was on Earth doing fortune telling, and wearing a Glamour to pass as a Human." forgetting about the man behind me "oh Hey! sorry about that... HEHEE! People?" asking Mikey.
He looked at the three figures, which had seemingly turned to do the same, then back at the sixteen-year-old. Deciding that Alex could catch up (and that he'd be better off lagging behind Mort, if the strangers were hostile) he prepared to jump. In two powerful leaps he'd closed the distance between himself and the three, and came to a skidding halt. His stance was low and defensive, half-crouched if the need to jump again became apparent, but he smiled as appeasingly as he could manage.
The one who passed as human from a distance returned no strange traits up close, seeming to be a cute, normal girl in cute, non-affiliate clothes, but Toynbee knew better than to assume that meant she was powerless. For all he knew, she could shoot lasers out of her face, that'd be brilliant in his situation--or she could be a homo sapien, and she'd curl her lip at him or worse, start screaming. It seemed unlikely with the company she kept; that bush of pink had become a long-haired, oddly-portioned lady (he could only assume) with a blank, creepy face that reminded him of a guppy or something of that nature. And the hump? Now an actual fucking turtle, standing on two legs and large enough to squash Mort if it wanted. And what was with the orange wraps?
So, two mutants at least. Sure, it made him feel better about himself, but that didn't mean they weren't going to attack him.
Keeping his coiled, tense posture, the green mutant put a hand on his skinny, sharp hip, used the other to brush his curls to the side, and winked at the pretty ginger--as if that would win him favors. "Hello, luv. You look like a girl who knows where she's going. Mind giving directions?"
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