Billy Kaplan| I want my 16th post| [Accidental Video]

[iwantbluefont]

[Billy's been trying to ignore the pain in his back, but after seeing the aftermath of Kate's wings bursting free, he's not sure he's feeling particularly brave enough to wait it out. He grits his teeth, trying to push himself up from his stomach, hand reaching up to rub at his shoulders when he spys the light of the camera.]

-why's it always- Uh

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[notaspeedyhobo]

[Thankfully he had been around the suite, so it doesn't take him long at all to get to Billy. His grey and speckled wings are already out, folded against his back for now so they don't get in the way.]

Billy? You okay?

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[iwantbluefont]

[Billy bites his lip and tries to offer a smile, but it's a bit too pained to be convincing.]

Been better. I don't think I can wait for them to come out any longer.

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[notaspeedyhobo]

Waiting's stupid. [He sounds a little bitter about that. He still wishes Kate would have let him help her.] Okay, lay on your stomach and try to relax, alright? And don't puke on me or I will kill you. [Standard disclaimer. Not that he means it. Twin brother is obviously concerned as he shifts to kneel by Billy's side and puts his hands on the other's shoulderblades.]

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[iwantbluefont]

You would say that. [He gives a pained laugh, shifted back onto his stomach and trying to give a convincing nod.] It can't be as bad as vibrating through walls, right? [Still, he tenses up when Tommy touches him.]

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[notaspeedyhobo]

Not quite as bad, it'll just be your back. Relax, okay? I've done this three or four times now. [And he would never hurt his brother. Never. Tommy's hands start to vibrate, gently at first and increasing slowly; the vibration spreads over Billy's shoulderblades and intensifies at a steady rate.]

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[iwantbluefont]

[He tries to will his shoulders to relax, head ducking and eyes squeezing shut dispite his faith in his brother.] That many? And they all went fine, right?

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[notaspeedyhobo]

Yeah, every single one. [He manages a laugh to try and reassure him.] I helped Ms. freaking Marvel with this. Seriously, how cool is that? ...Seriously, Bill, if I didn't know what I was doing, I wouldn't try this on you.

[The vibration gets stronger, deeper, below the skin. Tommy falls quiet as he concentrates harder on manipulating only the right area of his back. It takes a little while because he has to try and disperse the building kinetic energy, and it's unpleasant, like his cells being shaken at superspeed, but eventually he says,] Okay. Push, let them come out. They'll just slide through the skin easy.

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[iwantbluefont]

[He returns a muffled laugh, sucking in a slow breath and trying to concentrate.] Right. That's not weird at all.

[He focuses on the pressure under his skin, and slowly the feathers push through until his wings are free. White, and damp, they flutter a bit uncertainly.]

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[notaspeedyhobo]

[When his wings push out, Tommy closes his eyes, working on slowing down his molecules until he's in his normal solid state again. It takes effort, and by the time he removes his hands and flops backward, he's pale and tired-looking. A headache is building sooner this time, but he ignores it for now.] There. Relatively pain free, and look, I didn't blow you up.

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[iwantbluefont]

[Billy eases his eyes back open and turns his head to catch a peek of them.]

That's so weird. [He smiles at Tommy though, pushing himself back into a seated postion and rolling his shoulders.] Oh man, that feels so much better. And I didn't even puke.

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[notaspeedyhobo]

[Tommy manages a tired smile back, pushing his hair out of his face and exhaling.] Thank god. I could not deal with you puking on me.

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[iwantbluefont]

You say that like I've puked on you before.

[He looks a little concerned, head tilting in silent question, twin speak for 'are you ok?']

I was so sure we'd match. That or be complete opposites. [He fingered the tips of his bangs with a small grin.]

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[notaspeedyhobo]

You've come close.

[He gives him a quick nod at the head tilt, a "yeah, I'm fine". They're getting better at this speaking without speaking thing. But he looks slightly uncomfortable at the mention that their wings aren't the same.]

They're supposed to mean something, I guess. About morality. [His wings shift as he folds them back, trying to subtly hide the small black patch of feathers on each wing.]

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[iwantbluefont]

One time. And I'm not meant to vibrate through walls.

[His brows crease apologetically, and his wings mirror Tommy's without meaning to.] They might not. Mom...thought the same thing. I think that's what they want us to think. And you know you're a good person Tommy, no matter what colour some feathers are.

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[notaspeedyhobo]

[Tommy only shrugs.] I was made to be a weapon. I've come to terms with that. It's not a big deal.

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[iwantbluefont]

They tried to make you one. You chose not to be one. You're a hero Tommy, you help people.