(*flails in* Sorry I didn't post yesterday! I was at a friend's house, and I hate doing this on my phone because it can take half a hour! I'm also currently dealing with that user from earlier.)

Skyla was between a mix of entirely confused and overwhelmed. While trying to find any sort of clue to what was going on, it seemed more and more people were coming in, all with weird appearances and powers. She had never had to deal with so many confused people at one time, and now worry was entering her mind as a person who strangely resembled a dragon was using fire in the house. She didn't need this place being burned down after all! Thankfully, in this madness, she at least had Yang, who quickly asked her about what she was doing. She sighed, then answered, "All I've heard is that the only things known so far is that the comet that passed by last night had something to do with it, and that everything happened at midnight around the world. No one knows how many people died and how many were altered."

(I'm going to work on another character to use as a villain. Not sure if I'll have them posted tonight or tomorrow, but hopefully I'll be done today.)

"Okay, are you alright, with you know, all of this?" Yang was still worried about her friend, even if the whole world was dead. Her eyes turned to purple. "I have cookies in the fridge, do you want some?"

Hunrin backed away from the door. The figures inside apparently had everything under control inside. He walked to the neighbor's yard and leaned over a flower bush. Curious, he began tracing the lines of the blossom like he had with the figure. Whenever one line came in contact with another, he concentrated on attaching the two lines, making more progress than on his figure. Eventually, he had created a skeleton of the blossom, so he attempted to lift it and see what he had done. As soon as the skeleton left the support of the blossom, it crumbled apart and fell to the lawn. Leaning over the blossom again, Hunrin started to make another skeleton, focusing on strength as well as connections this time.

"It's just a bit overwhelming," Skyla looked back at the TV, hoping to see or hear more helpful news, "Honestly, I feel both sad that my parent's and sister are dead, while everyone else is suffering the same thing, but its also overwhelming seeing what's happened to everyone who happens to still be alive. To make matters worse, I don't even know what I can do. Everyone else seems to know a little, even if its from losing control, but it worries me that I don't know what I can do yet." She glanced back towards the fridge, "As for the cookies, I'd like some, mainly because I'm hungry. Is there enough for all of our guests?"

Yang pats her friend on the back and hugs her. "Yes there is enough, I will go get those." She walk into the kitchen. Yang grabs the box of cookies out and plops them in the oven. She sets the time and goes to sit back with Skyla.

(Pinging everyone in case they didn't realize this has been posted in.)

"So, what do you think my power is?" Skyla asked Yang, hoping maybe she had an idea of what she could do. Her appearance would not have changed if she didn't have powers. Maybe she was a bit lucky (or unlucky) for not having as flashy of powers as everyone else. It worried her though. What if a majority of people, both good and bad, had powers like these girls? If Skyla didn't have anything good power-wise, she was incredibly vulnerable to those with more dangerous powers. Hopefully Yang could protect her, as much as Skyla would hate being protected all the time.

Kim looks over to Skyla, who was seemingly in crisis, and goes over to hep her figure out her powers. "Have you had any weird feelings, like the rest of us? Or maybe it just hasn't been spurred on yet..." Kim begins to cough, and Fred looks at her worriedly.

"Well if they're chocolate chip cookies, that wouldn't be a good idea," she said knowing a good amount about cats.

"I forgot about that..." Kim's tail droops to the floor. "I guess I shouldn't have one, then." As she pulls her arm away from her face, it looks like it got cut on a sharp object.

"Well, I can't be too sure about that but... it might not be a good idea to risk it," she said, "Do you have any other kinds of cookies?" she asked Yang.