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One afternoon, Bellaluna was sitting in her apartment wondering on what to write, because she was approached by a group named HEToM or Humans for the Ethical Treatment of Mutants to help write a booklet to help people accept mutants.
but the thing with this organization is that pretty much most mutants Bellaluna know shows disdain for the group(including Bellaluna herself;) because even though they have good intention, mostly doing more harm than good and often does stuff that are at best unorthodox and is at worst morally questionable.
In fact the only reason she agreed was because they'll be paying $100.00 to write for them just once, and that they kept bugging her for months and she agreed so they'll finally leave her alone.
"I should make the message subtle, but not too subtle for people won't get it; how can I do that? I know, I'll ask some people around to see what to do; that'll help."
She then left the apartment and drove her smart car to the academy to ask her pama and friends from the academy for advice.
She soon entered the academy, where her pama Charles is teaching a genetics class; so she decides to ask her friend Scott Summers.
Hey Scott I was wondering how to convey a message in a story and the subtlety of it?"
"Well the answer is quite, scream the message while jumping up and down, and banging two pots and pans together until people get it; because SUBTLEY IS FOR THE WEAK!"
"But the problem with that is that after a while people will get annoyed by it and eventually will just ignore it altogether."
"Who cares, most of our messages are as subtle as getting hit in the face with a brick anyway to begin with?"
"I'll try someone else"
She soon decided to walk to the Genetics classroom where the class was dismissed.
"hey pama, I was wondering if you can help me out with something, I'm just wondering how to convey a message in a story."
"Did you ask Scott?"
"Yes and he was no help whatsoever"
"I'd like to help but with exams, I'm too busy; go ask your father"
"Okay"
After she left the academy she drove over to the villain's layer complex which was an abandoned self storage center that the city didn't bother to tear down.
Bellaluna then knocked on the door where Erik, Mystique, and some other people were working on the usual trying to take over the world.
"Hey dad, do you know how to convey a message in a story and have subtlety in it?"
"Who needs subtlety, IT'S FOR THE WEAK!"
He soon grabbed two pans that were lying around and started hitting them together to the tune of somewhere over the rainbow.
"Okay I get it, you can stop now dad."
"Does anyone else have any ideas?'
At that point no one was listening to Bellaluna, then suddenly her phone started beeping.
"Come over to HQ ASAP, you have to see this - Thora"
"Well bye and thanks for all the help"
She then drove to the Avengers HQ.