Sunny and Luna Stuart

[Sunny and Luna Stuart]

NAME: Sunny and Luna Stuart
NICKNAME: 'The Twins' amongst family members. There are other Stuart twins, but these are the Stuart twins.
AGE: 14
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Student
FACE CLAIM: Lindsay Lohan

POWER:

Twin-Linked Telepathy
The twins live in each other's minds, in constant communication directly, mind-to-mind. While linked, which is whenever they're within range, of each other, they can essentially experience the world through each other. Whatever one thinks of will immediately occur to the other, and any physical stimuli one experiences will be immediately tangible to the other. If one of them was wearing headphones, for example, they would both nonetheless be able to hear anything the other could. They can also experience the thoughts of others as felt within the subject's mind's eye, but this takes considerably more effort. Their bond makes them a very powerful team, and so they have the potential to develop other powers, but their newly-manifested power takes this form currently.

Limitations
The twins power is dependent on each other - although they are together a stronger force than one telepath of their age alone, they also completely lose their powers when outwith each other's presences. When one twin is sleeping, the other is without any mental influence at all. Although they are seldom in disagreement, any negative clashes the pair may have will also weaken their bond, and their bond is their power. All effects they may have on the mind of another begin at a surface-level and need to be deepened by continual concentration. They need to be within about twenty feet of each other to use their powers. The bond doesn't weaken at all within that distance, but it completely cuts out beyond it. They can read the mind of one person at a time between them, two if they're completely undisturbed from the task at hand. 

Side-Effects
When their power is in use (read: all the time) the twins dissociate from reality a little, becoming distant and forgetting to act as 'human' as they had before their powers developed. They finish each other's sentences, and sometimes they don't finish their sentences at all, since they themselves know exactly what they're talking about. Together, they function as an individual entity, and it can be extremely hard to separate them at all, in any way.

They suffer from standard mutant side-effects - headaches from mild to severe, nosebleeds, occasional nausea. As well as this, separating from each other causes severe vertigo and a sensation of tangible emptiness. They rely on each other a lot.


The Twins sit on the sidelines and watch. They never blink. They never fucking blink.

"They're fucking creepy, man."

"They weren't like this, what, two days ago?"

"Yeah, normal sunny girls. The Stuarts were always weird though, right? Figures they'd not even skip one generation."

Two senior students sit just down the side of the field, trying to focus on the game, but not quite able to drag their gazes away from the weird little girls. Their heads rotate like they're on swivels, as if each one is an eye in a socket, moving independently of the other. Occasionally, they'll both look at each other. The game is nearly over, and twice now they've stared at Andrew, who is even now taking a mental note to look around for anyone giving out free samples of things fourteen-year-olds shouldn't even know about.

They look at him again. His skin crawls. From down the field, they giggle.

Luna watches him as Sunny turns away. They don't need to both be looking. Sunny can see what's being seen. She can see what Andrew sees, too. They've been working on him for the past fifty minutes, digging away crudely with their newfound mental scalpels, turning up concepts and ideas that haven't even occurred to them. As soon as they'd woken up two days ago speaking in unison, Dad had told them to keep it under wraps for now, that they'd probably be heading to the school outside of town real soon. Bellefonte Academy. The Big Apple. That was a phrase they'd taken from Andrew's mind. The Big Apple itself didn't look anything like Bellefonte, as they understood it, but the term was appropriate enough. Appropriate - another word they took from Andrew. 

As Dad had explained it, they were going to Bellefonte because their powers had manifested two days ago. Waking up, the twins had been hyper-aware of a feeling of completeness that had been lacking before, and as they woke up further, they had risen that morning and walked down the steps in perfect unison. Needless to say, Dad had noticed immediately. Walking them through his own little set of tests, he'd concluded - telepathy. But somehow their genes had matched so evenly, they'd become linked...

All the twins knew was that it was a fun little way to mess with Andrew, who they found to be kinda cute. At their age, messing with the objects of their desire was the only real way of interacting with them that they could conceive of.

"He's creeped out," Sunny remarks, not looking, "should we stop?"

"Nah," Luna dismisses it, the conclusion they both came to even as the twin opened her mouth, "He's too -"

"- funny to leave alone." Sunny finishes the sentence, verbatim, exactly as Luna was going to say it. They were surprised about this yesterday, and the day before, but it was amazing how quickly one got used to having two brains. Which, basically, was how they'd made sense of it.

"Should we say hi?"

"Dad said not to."

"Dad said -"

"- not to hurt anyone. He's scared. Don't scare him any more."

"It'd be funny. But -"

"- no. Why not?"

"Because Dad can take it away. Dad has that power."

"We shouldn't talk about this too much longer. People might think -"

"- we're weird. They already do. But -"

"- less damage done means less work later. Dad said so."

Luna decides it's time to go, and Sunny agrees at the speed of thought. Identical skinny, pale legs stand up identical skinny, pale bodies. Identical long, slender fingers brush back an identical lock of identical unruly red hair. Brown eyes twitch across the field, taking in everything, and their identical pale faces crack open in sunny grins. The twins are awkward, semi-pubescent things, gangly and yet full of the light and hope of youth. If they didn't move together like the ticking of a clock, they'd even look cute. Innocent little girls, screening through innocent older minds.

Walking in lockstep, the twins skip idly back across the grass. Homeward, towards white picket fences and movie nights and their abundant brothers and sisters. Even though the Stuart way of life hasn't changed in a couple of generations, this was the first generation of which there had been so many of them. The kids still come downstairs in the morning, they're still kissed on the forehead by mom and dad as they go out the door, though the teenagers of the family always wave them off, and they still come to and leave school just like normal. It's just that this family comes with fireballs and invisibility and lots of other crazy stuff in their offspring. Without fail, every single Stuart so far has been a mutant, and the recruiter would be turning up today to tell them what to expect, as if Dad hasn't already told them. Recruiting a Stuart to Bellefonte Academy is something of a formality in Kalispell.



SAMPLE:

God dammit.

It was obvious, fucking obvious, that he would have run into this kind of thing today. A roadwork, an uncordoned fucking pit, between him and his house, the only place with a bed he could legally lie in to escape the constant fucking muscle-twitching agony of... whatever the fuck. He hated his body, and not because it was weedy. He hated it because he could not fucking haul it home, and he'd give anything to just astral project to his house and abandon this shitty mortal form forever. He winced as the constant throbbing in his head, the bone-break ache in his legs, back, arms, all throbbed in unison, as if to rebutt his churlish view of his own situation. "Fuck you," he cursed to nobody in particular. His joints and his temples throbbed again. Finally, he straightened up painfully and looked for some way out of this shittiness.

Back-alleys. Of course. Though he didn't like the sounds that were coming down that one. Darren Wilson had turned his whole town into even more of a shithole than it was already just by existing, filling the place with major demonstrations and minor riots that he'd managed to escape up till now. Still, if the only way out was through a march, he'd fucking do it, and he'd fucking stab anyone who got in his way, whether or not he could lay hands on a sharp edge.

He hoisted himself left, towards the twilight of the alleyway, and a kid who looked about his age - though the age Ren looked was a little younger than the age he was - and looked at the distant figures at the other end of that cesspit street he surveyed. "What's going on?" he asked, simply.

"More marches. Looks like they're gonna get intense, man, I wouldn't if I were you."

"There's an open fucking pit all the way across this street. Do I look like I have any other options?"

"Well shit, man, soh-ree..." But Ren was already moving, slowly, painfully. Fatefully.

As he stuck to the edge of the street he came out into, so did everyone else. He avoided what he could, took on the shoulder what he couldn't, and for a moment it looked like he'd make it.

Then there was the roaring rush of a firehose, and everything went to runny fucking apeshit. They went insane. They started running, faces twisted with anger, and Ren didn't give a fuck who they were or what they wanted so long as they left him alone. That was a forelorn hope, though. He was knocked down by the next shoulder, and the foot after that met his leg with a resounding crack. The man didn't notice. He was too angry.

Within Ren's mind, something went click. Something started transmitting, and receiving, and suddenly he could see things. Things. He would never describe it any other way. Nameless, chittering, slithering things. Awful things. For a moment it occured to him that he was insane, and then he saw a woman passing over him look to the snake he could see on her shoulder, a wide-jawed, twenty-headed monstrosity, twitching like every bone in its spine was broken around her neck, and she screamed in a way that didn't remotely suggest anger. As primal fear took over his surroundings, Ren passed into darkness. In a way, he would never pass back again.

But at least the pain stopped.

USERNAME: Strix

AGE GROUP: 19

EXPERIENCE: Since I was twelve, I think.

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