Second Generation Marvel(Closed)

(Okay)

(Anyone on?)

(I’m back)

(YAY!!!) Leah looked through a manual. "So, what does 'Spontaneously Combustion' mean?"

“It’s when something overheats, and possibly catches on fire.” Ashley answered.

"Oh."

“Yep.”

"Wanna ever stop over by my place?" Leah asked Ashley.

“Sure” Ashley responded.

"Here's an address to one of the entrances."

“Got it. This is the one you’re at?” She looked at the address seeing that it was far away.

"Oh, wrong one. This one is way closer to your place." she said, handing her a new slip of paper.

“Got it.” She took the slip.

"So, do you have any experience with the ethereal?"

“I don’t believe so.” She responded.

"Okay, what about the astral realm?"

“That would be a no.”

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Meg turned around, holding a bubbling and sparking bright blue concoction up proudly. “I did it! Sorry what were you guys saying?”

(Good morning!)

"What exactly did you do?" Lexi look at the bubbling liquid both interested and a little worried.

"Nice!" Ashley said. "Which chemicals did you use?"

“Well, it was a combination of acetate, insert sciencey chemicals here, and then I mixed them together in a certain order, with the use of a Bunsen burner if necessary.” Meg explained.

"And what does this mixture do?" Lexi asked wile forcing her hands into her pockets 'it could be dangerous if I charge anything up in here just a little extra energy could make things like that explode.'

“Well,” Meg said slowly, “When it comes into contact with anything, (besides this bottle), it is highly corrosive. There’s more, but that’s the worst.”

"So that can destroy anything but glass and the few elements the rank higher than glass." She pauses for a moment, "And your dad and mom just let you make that with no supervision what so ever."

“Well, no. My dads don’t have the necessary supplies for this, so I haven’t actually tried making anything for reals in months.”

"Wow you guys have a much different life than I do," She laughed a little, "I might only allowed to go to school because my dad is a teacher there."

“Well, I’m stuck in the ghettoist public school ever. My parents may be living legends, but we are not, emphasis on not, rich,” Meg smiled.

"I think my school might beat yours at weirdness, and we live what can generously be called a 'minimalist'," insert air quotations," lifestyle."