Academy of Trans Station

"Hi," Logan said awkwardly to the boy, figuring who this must be. If she'd mentioned him specifically, they'd probably met, so the kid would probably seek her out.

The little boy looked up at Logan and then at Raven. and then he put his arms around ravens arm and fell asleep. "Sorry. I probably should have told you. I adopted a little boy when I was your age. This is him a year later. His name is James."

((Lovely awkward moment with his name.))

Aw, you really screwed up. You're hopeless.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Shut up.
"Very nice. What prompted the adoption?"

"His parents died in a car wreck and He latched onto me as a security blanket, so I legally adopted him and he's been with me ever since. He knows all about clay and understands our situation."

"That's good. Sorry to hear about his parents, though. DId you know he had powers at the time, or did it just work out that way as a nice coincidence?"

"His powers caused the car wreck that killed his parents. He transformed while in his car seat and scared his mom so bad that she crashed head on into a train." Then she sighed and looked down at him, "He's a little angel really, he just turns into a demon."

Jenn stirred a little in her seat, but she didn't wake up. Something else, however, did. A great racket started up from within her bag, leaving no doubts that something inside of it wanted out. Even this noise didn't seem to wake her up, and it was getting steadily louder as the source got more and more frustrated.

Logan was really tempted to check what was making the noise, but he decided against it.

Meanwhile, Ignatius was bored. Really bored. He nonchalantly walked over the bag and gently lifted the flap to peek inside.

The other paper creations like the cat and the bird seemed to be in hiding, but one thing was not. It burst from the open bag with a tiny roar and soared around in the air for a few seconds on incredibly realistic feathered wings made out of paper before landing on top of Jenn's head and cocking its own head at Ignatius. It was a winged snake made out of copper wire as well as the paper in its wings. Its gleaming red eyes seemed to have been made out of little beads and it had a tiny forked tongue made out of a strip of red ribbon.

Ignatius stared at it in wonder. It was so cool...

Logan took notice when it came into view. "Dude, what did you do?" He whispered, not wanting to wake Jenn before the thing could be contained again. "You better put that back, dude."

"My name's not 'Dude.' It's Ignatius," Ignatius corrected him.

The snake let out a sound reminiscent of the ticking of a clock and then, amazingly, it began to speak. "No use in putting me back. I'll just get out again, you know." It's voice, of course, did not sound human. It was more like... if a clock could talk, the snake's voice would sound like it.

"But I/he let you out," Ignatius and Logan replied at almost the exact same time.

"I was about to get it myself." Its reply sounded a little indignant. "Anyways, I bet Jenn would've let me out. Right Jenn?" It tapped her head with its tail and she stirred a little more, muttering inarticulately.

It was time to wake up Jenn and let her handle it. Logan didn't want to get his hands that close, having seen the shark, but Ignatius had neither any idea nor any such qualms. He jostled Jenn's shoulder. Possibly if it didn't work, it might make her head flop forward, or sideways, or somewhere.

Shaking Jenn definitely worked, because otherwise she wouldn't have opened her eyes and looked around, confused. Having been dislodged by the movement, the snake fell right into her lap and she looked at it without really seeing it. After what felt like a very long time, she spoke. "Who let Quetzal out?"

Once again came the simultaneous responses. "He/I did!" Logan pointed to Iggy, and Iggy pointed to himself. "Nice to meet you, sleeping girl! I'm Iggy and your snakebird is really pretty."

"You've doomed us all..." Jenn said sleepily, grabbing at the snake and catching it rather easily. "He's a freaking troublemaker, pretty or not." "Am not!" Quetzal chirped. He kind of sounded like he was lying.

((Quetzal pets... they're the latest fad. I'd say that on the OOC, but that would be double-posting.))

Ignatius reached to pet his head with one finger. Despite looking like an idiot, he was actually very gentle.

(( Quetzalcoatl is my favorite deity. ))

Quetzal didn't seem to like this treatment, for he started to squirm wildly until he managed to pull free from Jenn's loose grip and fly over to the back of Logan's seat. "Jus' make sure he doesn't get out..." Jenn slurred, starting to fall asleep again. "I don't want a month of no sleep to go to waste."

Ignatius climbed over Jenn directly to follow Quetzal, while Logan tried to sneakily grab it from behind. Iggy's lack of tact might be a benefit, might not. Logan just wanted it back in the bag so he didn't have to deal with it.

Quetzal liked games and he made this very clear when he tactfully dodged Logan's attempt to capture him and fluttered back a few seats. Meanwhile, Jenn had fallen asleep again.

Character form:

Username:Tarcin
Name: Roger Harts
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Detailed Description: Has long messy brown hair. Is small, but not weak. Usually wears jeans and a black T-shirt. Has a tanned complexion and curious eyes. Wears DC's. Basically your average Punk-skateboarder.
Power: Can jump to abnormally high heights.