[h1][b][i][color=A2797E][center]Sabine Bassard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.redd.it/jcwl0xyqlj5e1.gif[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=A2797E][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Court of Two Sisters
[color=A2797E][b]Gear[/b][/color]: N/A
[color=A2797E][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A
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A moment of pure bliss betwixt perilous scenarios and future bad decisions. What did it matter in this moment? Sabine was not perfect, by any stretch. She still worried she was not enough, the contest in the back of her mind, the decisions (or lack thereof) playing on her mind constantly. But she had a plan. She would reach out and ask for help, something past Sabine would never have considered.

And to have friends to do it with when her life had been filled with mistrust and wariness. The ups and downs she had faced made her who she was here and now. And Leah was right; they would be heroes. Sabine had given it a lot of thought. She wanted to pave the road for future psychics and telepaths to not be immediately distrusted, to not be painted as villains and, instead, given a chance to prove they can be good. 

She also wanted to further herself, to learn how to defend herself and others with her powers. To see them grow, expand, possibly be shaped and given the potential to be more.

But that was future Sabine's problem. For now, she just wanted to dance, eat, and forget she was anything but a teenage girl, kissing her girlfriend and spending time with her friends. Tomorrow, the plan starts. Today, we celebrate.

[h1][b][i][color=efcde8][center]Millicent Broadway[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d3/a4/11/d3a411281d759d01206188a9c2e1586d.gif[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=efcde8][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Court of Two Sisters
[color=efcde8][b]Gear[/b][/color]: N/A
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Millie slowed down some, but the moves kept on coming. She was unsure who was scoring this impromptu dance battle, but she had to assume she was absolutely killing it along with America.[color=efcde8]"I dunno, but I think it's safe to assume we won? At least, that's the story I'm going with when I talk about this night. Oh! Let's take a selfie!"[/color] She got into position with America, holding her phone out and posing cutesy. She would show the photo to America for approval before posting, of course. Gotta get the good angles.

Millicent scanned the scene, eyeing the people she would be going to school with, their respective adults, and her own family. In a brief moment of reflection, she worried about the future. Ever since she got her powers, things shifted. She had known about how mutants were treated. Of course she did. You couldn't be a popular performer and not be up-to-date on current events. At least, if you wanted to maintain said popularity. But she was never embroiled in it. A sound clip here, a video there, expressing how sad it made you to think that there were people out there who, for one reason or another, justified or not, just hated others for things beyond their control. 

And then she was attacked and her world changed. She was now receiving messages of support, from other mutants and those who supported them, as well as calls for her to either recede into the background or to....well do something dark to herself. She had received death threats before, but things escalated since then. To their credit, her aunts and uncle did their best to shield her from it and teach her how to better control her new abilities, but she still wanted to perform. Music was a light in the darkness for her. It was a way of expressing herself beyond the scope of what others did. She put all of herself into her music. To stop now was unfathomable.

She let the thoughts slide away. Now was a moment for joy and wonder. [color=efcde8]"Let's get fucking wild!"[/color]