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"How do you do that?" Gazzy asks, looking at Rogue, puzzled. The girl turns and looks at him, unsure of what he's talking about.

"What ever do you mean?" She says, in that rich, chocolately voice.

"How do you tuck your wings away? They just, disappear into your skin."

"I am not sure if you are capable of following suit. Perhaps it is an adaptation due to my human birth claim, but I am not sure. It is the way I discovered to destroy the termination event they placed inside, just in case I should get beyond their control, and now, it is but a habit to tuck them away. It allows me to fit in better. Your bodies are slightly different from mine, you see, we have air sacks inside of us so that we may fly more easily, but I am slightly different because I do not have the same bone structure as you. Your wings are a part of your skeletal structures because you were born that way. I was not, so mine retract. In addition to that, your bones are hollow, like a bird's, so that you may fly. That is the reason why my wings are so much larger than yours."

"I see..." Gazzy says, not interested, "But can you try to tuck them in? How did you do it?"

"Well, I was lying on the ground, and I hit my shoulder, right about here..." she presses a spot beneath Gazzy's bone, "And they just sort of disappeared..." Gazzy pulls his wings in as best as he can.

"No go?" He asks. Rogue shakes her head of dark, laughing curls.

"Maybe..." She trails off, "Because of your weight and size, seeing as even you are relatively larger than me, I've miscalculated your center of balance and the relation to your spinal cord, shoulder blades, and wings..." She moves her hand around his back, down his spine some and then hooks three fingers under his left shoulder blade roughly.

"Ow!" Gazzy cries, and I jump forward worriedly.

"There, see." Rogue places her hands on her hips proudly. Gazzy's wings slowly begin to retract into his body, almost naturally.

"WHOA!" He turns himself in circles, trying to watch his wings disappear. "That's awesome!" He says. He jumps up and opens his wings to their fullest.

"Cute." Says Fang disinterestedly, "Now, if you don't mind, I believe we have to find someplace to eat, seeing as the one we were previously at was destroyed."

"Sheesh..." Rogue mutters under her breath. We take off.

Rogue and Iggy strike up a conversation behind me while we fly.

"So..." Iggy says, trying not to hit her massive wings, but still fly close enough to talk to her, "You say some interesting things. You have a real fancy way of speaking."

"Perhaps," She begins in her rich voice, "It is fancy to you, but to me, it is normal. I see everyone else's dialect as slightly primitive. It has indeed changed with the times, and maybe it's the capability of my mind being able to process twice what yours can, or the fact that I had proper schooling, but I believe the dialect of our generation is slowly deteriorating. The mindset just isn't what it used to be; the world has begun to rely exclusively on technology, and has lost sight of the ability to think for itself. I suppose I was smart before, or they wouldn't have selected me, but I estimate that my IQ is nearly three times what is was before. I tested somewhere around 150 originally, so they told me. When I escaped, they'd estimated my intellegence somewhere around 450. No longer bound by the human incapabilities of ten percent brain usage, I could excel in what they tested me in. They also confirmed that I was up to 68 percent brain funtionality. Your minds, I've examined to be in the forties range, should you excercise the capability."

"You also talk a lot." Iggy notes.

"You could say such. I prefer to think of it as simply having a lot to explain."

"Well, I'm smart too," He insists.

"I know you are," She allows, "I told you, I've been drilled in your lives, and I studied your minds. Angel has the most capability of the flock, being the most advanced, Maximum, actually, has the least. Mid to high thirties is my guess. Angel could perhaps maintain fifty percent neurological functionality."

"I like to build bombs," Iggy says.

"A worthy pasttime." Rogue agrees, and then stops herself before launching into facts.

"What you were saying about your anatomy and all...?" Iggy looks confused.

Rogue blushes a little at the mention of herself in a medical manner, "I was merely stating the differences in our physical structures. If you'll notice, I am much shorter than the likes of you-" Iggy interrupts.

"You must have forgotten that I can't see," he says, a bit harshly.

"Hardly," Rogue says, and swerves closer. She grabs his hand. "Now, you can see what I'm seeing." Iggy nearly falls from the sky.

"What are you doing!" He exclaims, rather than asks, once he comes to his senses.

"Well, it's a simple pass of neuroligical electrons between bodies, heightened by physical contact-"

"No, I mean, how are you doing this?"

"Oh, well it's quite simple. The images you see are a major part of your thoughts. Granted that I can recieve and send all mind-based revelations, images are easy. I'm showing you what's going through my head as I see it."

"Look at Max." He says, and Rogue turns to me.

"Hi Max!" Iggy shouts, grinning from ear-to-ear, "I can see you!"

"Now look at Fang!" He says, and points awkwardly at the sky. She turns and looks at Fang.

"Hey Fang! Your hair is in your face! Wow your wings are darker than I remember."

"Next Nudge!" He grins wider, "Hey Nudge! Nice shirt!"

Rogue glances over the remaining members of the flock for Iggy.

"Now me!" He insists, and Rogue meets his unseeing eyes, "Woah..." Iggy goes silent for awhile, studying himself through Rogue's eyes. The changing expression on his face tells me they are exchanging conversation through Rogue's mind. Rogue blushes a little and reaches into her back pocket to pull out a very peculiar item: a mirror.

"Oh..." Iggy says aloud, almost involunarily. He reaches out a hand and touches Rogue's dark, loose curls. There is more unheard discourse between the two. They both laugh loudly and Rogue ruffles his hair. She lets go of Iggy's hand.

"Wait..." He says, exhaling defeatedly, "Don't let go yet," Rogue grabs his hand again, and they fly on.

"Look!" Iggy exclaims happily, "A place to eat! And I found it first!"

We slowly descend on his orders, and Rogue teaches us how all how to tuck away our wings. I try to ignore what I'm seeing, but just as we walk in, Iggy slides an arm around Rogue.