> Yeah, let's just get it all off our chests. In sign language, because talking about it out loud is embarrassing.
You do indeed know sign language, given that your foster mother is mute.
You sign, "I just wanted to go to the lake. Theri is being...herself, again. I just wanted some alone time. I love them but I hate having to be around them all the time. And then, they...the kids, they found me, and started throwing rocks at me. So I ran."
She hugs you. "I'm sorry it has to be this way. I love you and the others like you were my own. I'll talk to Typhon tonight."
> That makes us feel a little better. Still, while we're brooding, let's reflect on our life for exposition's sake.
You're one of quadruplets. You all look exactly the same. You look a lot like your mother, really, though you have your....other mother's hair. You have sausage curled blond hair and slightly glowing, red eyes that turn blue if you're happy.
They're red most of the time.
All of you have powers, like everyone else. Yours, however, are a little different. Ctenzidae is good at hiding, so good she's almost invisible when she puts her mind to it. Theridiidae is extremely charismatic and can talk pretty much anyone into anything. Allocosa is great and running and jumping and being athletic and strong.
> Let's go track down our beloved sisters. And try to sneak up on them, maybe terrify them, because we need a good laugh at our family's expense.
You look around the house for a while for them. You don't find Catie at all, but if she doesn't want to be found, you won't find her. You think you hear Theri upstairs in her room, listening to music. Allie is probably in the back yard, climbing things.
>Theri. Be vewy, vewy quiet. We're hunting sister.
You sneak up the stairs. There she is.
Theri looks exactly like the rest of you, save she has the longest hair--it's down to her waist. Nevertheless, she gets treated...differently from the rest of you. Better than the rest of you.
Her power is charisma. She has the power to convince people to do whatever she wants, if she works at it, with some exceptions--for one, it doesn't work so well on your foster mother, or the rest of you.
Out of all of you, ironically, she's the most insular. She knows what people would say if they caught her abusing her power. She knows the lot of you would be treated so much worse than anyone else would, and she knows how easy it'd be to falsely accuse her of doing so.
Among the rest of you, however, she's kind of bossy.
And right now, she's lying on her bed. Her back is to you and her feet are kicking idly in the air. This'll be too easy.
Someone pokes you in the ribs and you scream. Theri jumps as well, nearly falling out of bed.
"Gotcha."Catie says behind you. She sounds very smug.
> DAMN IT SHE RUINED OUR PRANK. Tackle her accordingly.
You turn around and tackle her and start tickling her.
She snorts and tries to bat you away.
Catie's hair is about the same length as yours, meaning the two of you get mixed up for each other the most. She dresses a bit more "adventurously" than you do, though, as shown by the tank top and short shorts she's wearing right now.
Of course, you know for a fact she wouldn't be flaunting her body nearly as much if she didn't know she could hide from any unwelcome attention.
"St-stop! I..hehehehe....stop...!" She cackles as you tickle her even more mercilessly.