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[sightsset]

[The username reads as 'Bismarck.' The picture is of a nondescript piece of purple-painted metal. Is there a pattern here with the previous post? Huh, he didn't notice.]

Tell me a little about your world?

[The request is simple, and harmless enough. No one is obligated to answer, no one is obligated to answer with details if they do.

[It's just a little bit of recon, that's all.]

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[culver]

I lived in a church under the ground.

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[sightsset]

Why underground?

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[culver]

It is just where people like me lived.

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[sightsset]

People like you?

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[culver]

[being at xavier's school has taught her that she shouldn't have to hide who she is anymore, so she flips on the video function. blonde hair, blue eyes, and a small pair of white-feathered wings poking out from her back. her eyes dip as she looks at the keyboard to type.]

People like me.

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[sightsset]

[she still gets text in response; his paranoia hasn't shattered completely.]

Those wings are beautiful. I can't say that's what I was expecting to see, but this world has been full of surprises anyway.

I'm guessing where you come from, it's not seen as something you want to have.

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[culver]

Thank you.
No not really. But things are different here.