Mutant Town Heated Talks
Roleplaying Log: Mutant Town Heated Talks
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IC Details
Synopsis:

Steve Rogers and DPS Spokesman visit a community center in Mutant Town

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IC Date: January 03, 2020
IC Location: Mutant Town (NYC)
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 04 Jan 2020 08:22
Rating & Warnings:
Scene Soundtrack: [*\# None]
NPC & GM Credits: Marcus Pavesi (by Cap)
Associated Plots

* OOC Time: Fri Jan 03 21:15:33 2020 *

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A black sedan slowly rolls through the streets of Mutant Town, moving through the city blocks and a calculated timing. Its driver follows the GPS to what seems to be a rather rundown building, clad in the typical attire of a government agent, wearing a badge which has the State of New York seal as well as DPS Agent, listed underneath. "You have reached the destination," the voice on the phone chimes. The car slowly brakes to a stop in front of the 'Heart's Kindness', a non-profit organization working with churches, community groups, and other interested souls in providing resources for registered mutants. It's not a big business, but it doesn't have to be to help.

In the back of the car, there are two people. One of them appears to be older and balding, his face covered with salt and pepper stubble. Another appears to have harsher features despite being twenty or so years younger. "You sure you want to do?" the younger man inquires, a brow raised in concern. "Things have been calming down for the Registration, could be best to just let the mutant side of things go. I don't see a point to this."

"He wants to show that people care about mutants and understand the sacrifice they are making by being registered," the older man replies. "The more we show it's about safety and not discrimination, the more people will actually get behind this. We have to try, even if no one listens." With that, the older man gets out, his DPS badge showing who he is Marcus Pavesi, one of the men responsible for the registration.

While it's a bold move to come out here without guards, there is one man to ensure that things go smoothly and without incident. The motorcycle moving behind the car comes to a stop, the kickstand soon put out before the Man Out of Time, Steve Rogers himself, gets off the Harley Davidson. He's not dressed in his usual superhero attire. Instead, he has a rather classic look of a green and black plaid flannel, jeans, and ankle high boots. Looks around once, Steve moves toward the older man with glasses. "Glad you were willing to do this Pavesi, not many in your spot would be willing to."

"Anything to help," Pavesi replies with small smile, most of his mirth held within his dark eyes.

Meanwhile, the other man that rode with Pavesi, doesn't speak at all, merely content to have the car drive on, leaving Pavesi and Cap in front of the building. No cameras, no press report. Of course, if a news agency gets wind of Steve Rogers coming here with a government official? Well, no telling what could happen.

* * *

Within the Heart's Kindness, dressed down for the occasion and the surroundings, Karin Glucksburg has found herself an observation spot. Her appearance is hardly that of a mutant, being one of the fortunates blessed with invisible differences. She has been getting an idea of who comes in to the organization while she reads over the provided literature, whether fiction or nonfiction, she has a pre-judged notion. It's definitely not favourable, and she is finding all of the conflicts with her understanding with ease.
Of course, Karin isn't really looking to be informed. She's watchful of visitors, using reflections to disguise her sight lines.

* * *

Sam Guthrie is walking along the street. He has taken to doing that a bit of late since he returned to roughly the area. depending on who is drawing the comic he maybe mistaken for the Cap, but no it is Sam Guthrie. He has a flannel shirt, jeans and work boots on as he walks along looking at this or that.

* * *

A light flickers, then another, some just turn off. Soon, the lights are flickering or straight out dying, even car lights. The shadows seem longer, almost like they're reaching out.

To the observant eye, one might see a pair of floating purple whispy lights in the dark, a flicker, and they're gone, popping up somewhere else. Those currently here will feel like they're being watched, but in a way of being judged, like something is looking not just at them, but deep inside them.

* * *

As Sam moves through the streets, Pavesi points toward the Guthrie brother with winsome smirk. "I guess you have a fan," he observes with a smirk.

"This coming from a man who wears the same suit as an entire agency," Steve retorts, a hint of amusement seen in the banter. Considering that Pavesi pointed toward him, Steve offers a friendly wave and a "hello" toward Sam. After all, he wants to do everything possible to not make it seem like either of the two 'flatscans' are singling anyone out.

While Karin might not be able to see Steve yet, she will notice that there are various staff members making sure things seem a little neater than usual and some of the standard volunteers ask for the volunteer managers, stating that their guest is here. Oddly enough, Steve's name isn't mentioned, but that might accidently cause more attention than less.

Rogers and Pavesi move toward the front of the building, Rogers continues to engage in conversation. "So, how's the family? Were you able to get the Baby Yoda dolls for Christmas?"

Pavesi shakes his head. "You'd think that with the marketing people at Disney they would have made it where the stores were showered with those things. But no, my wife is telling me we can't rest until we find them. I don't know who wants them more, the kids or her."

If either are aware they are being watched by a mysterious source, they don't seem to show it quite yet.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks over, and a brow is raised a bit at the limo and such. He will head over towards the Cap, as he is greeted "Hey whats going on?" He will ask once he is close enough to talk. He does not seem on guard or anything curious if anything

* * *

Special Guest, apparently, has Karin's interest. It would have to be a high-profile person of some kind. She considers donning a disguise rather than being herself in the situation, but that would mean concealing the fact that one of her arms is dead and hoping no one remembered that detail. The current look of being a common sight in the district should suffice. Anyone who recognizes her can help her springboard into a new direction.
Murmurs of Steve Rogers being present along with the Guest reach the blonde woman's awareness soon enough. Special guest arriving with that kind of bodyguard? Karin reconsiders the lack of disguise plan.

* * *

Andrea arrives from East Village.

* * *

The pair of floating lights eventually moves closer after a moment, popping up behind Sam, seeming to stare at Steve and Pavesi. The light's seeming to tilt left and right, staying in one place for a moment before they pop off to look at the limo before disappearing.

Inside, Karen might see a pair of purple lights in a dark corner or in the dark part of a flickering light. It would pop all over the place, pausing to stay in one place if people were within sight of the lights, even pausing near her before popping off again, The lights tilting left and right the entire time.

* * *

"Not much," Steve replies, his tone friendly and causal as Sam strolls over. "Just heard good things about this place and wanted to see what it was about. I heard things have been tense in Mutant Town since the Registration, so just wanted to talk to people. Do you work there?" he inquires, nodding his head toward the charity. There is a slight pause as Steve notices the pair of floating eyes. While he tilts his chin slightly upward, he gives no other reaction.

Likewise Pavesi blinks at the sight, but merely gives a simple swallow and doesn't really react otherwise. If there is any concern, it never shows in his face or eyes. However, a keen eye might notice him move slightly closer to America's Favorite Meat Shield.

As Karin reconsiders her plans, she will find that the doors closer to her are opened as Captain America is being welcomed in by those currently running the charity.

"Captain Rogers, Mr. Pavesi, it is good for you both to come here. Hopefully the low profile worked out for you," the elderly man offers. While the current shift manager for Heart's Kindness seems well-meaning enough, the fact that he is wearing short sleeves paired leather driving gloves suggests some from of mutation or oddity. After all, if you're warm, why would you wear gloves?

Despite this, Steve shakes his hand just the same. As he does, Pavesi speaks for both of them. "Mr. Smith, I'm glad you have us here. We really do want to figure out how we can make things better for the people here. While the government wants to make sure the needs of mutantkind are met, it is…. difficult to really parce where to begin with that. Not without breaking the budget of New York City in record time."

* * *

Sam Guthrie shakes his head and says "Na, I am looking around might be getting a place around here, heard the rent is pretty cheap and just got a job tending bar." He tells the good Captain. He cocks his head a bit watching whats going on, curious to see how these guys are going to try to help folks.

* * *

The decision to make herself much more conspicuous or not does not entirely leave Karin's thoughts at the sight of both flickering lights and the appearance of purple moving lights. Karin watches them without staring directly at them. Her motif for the time being it seems. A blade forms at the end of her fingertips no longer than her hand and at the edge no wider than a single atom. She keeps it hidden by virtue of it being nearly invisible from a direct look upon it, but ready. She's run into too many surprises to be trusting of anything she cannot identify with ease.
Karin's eyes move to watch the entering guest of honor plus bodyguard, eyes naturally drawn more to the impressive specimen than the politics-driven man. It is his words though that she is most attentive to.

* * *

The purple lights follow them inside, popping in and out, eventually settling on a corner, the lights tilting or bobbing up and down in what seems like curiosity where they float. Sometimes the purple lights poof near people that are close to the shadows to bend them to stare at them, or popping near shifty, scared, or interesting/weird people before popping back to a corner to watch whats going on.

* * *

Overhearing Guthrie's commentary, Mr. Smith nods. "Well, the rent is pretty cheap, but sadly, harder to find really good areas to live in. Some of the buildings aren't up to code and a few inspectors have been shutting them down since the act."

Pavesi looks toward Rogers, anticipating his reaction. "We are trying to get them to focus their efforts elsewhere while we court special interest groups to fund low-cost housing here," he begins with a sigh, adjusting his glasses as he looks around. "But we are getting blow back from people trying to pressure mutants out of the city. I'm hopeful though."

"That needs to be sooner rather than later. When people feel deseperate, when they feel like their way of life is endangered, when they feel ignored that's when they turn to violence," Steve muses, almost as if to himself.

"We are trying to help," Smith replies, moving down the hallway to show the soup kitchen and clothing closet. "Offering resources to those that might not be able to find work due to being 'outed' as a mutant. Most would rather just leave the state and there are those that don't want the help because humans are involved."

"We have to figure out something," Steve states with a sigh of frustration. As he moves through the hallways, he notices the purple lights, still keeping some sort of caution about him. After all, there is no telling if the source is mutant or something else. As he does his scans of the area, his attention rests on the woman with the impaired arm. While he doesn't say anything toward her, he at least offers a compassionate smile and nod as he does what he feels should be done, treating her as if no different than himself.

* * *

Sam Guthrie hmms and says "You know Ah got to admit, I have wondered a few things about how things are going to be handled. What about people who live out of state but work in the state." He looks over to Cap, and says "Honest opinion do you think the registering is a good idea, or do you worry reminds you of the war you faught in?"

* * *

The blonde woman bobs her head to reply to the nod cast her way by Steve. She is clearly an unhappy individual, with angry thoughts hidden vaguely behind a veneer of calm. She follows the sideshow, as she thinks of it. Sam voices a question she isn't thinking about but agrees with about asking. She didn't even notice him enter. Her face stops being a storm brewing. "Mr. Guthrie," she bids in a voice quiet enough for him to hear as she gets close enough, and she stands by him in a symbolic gesture. Like minds. To an extent.

* * *

Soon as the soup kitchen is being introduced, the lights pop up there and turn a dark purple color, a hand reaches out of the darkness to grab or open a cupboard, if no food is there, then it carries on with the figure stepping out of the dark, not seeming to care that people may be actually be watching it search for food in the kitchen. The runes on the body of this creature pulse slowly in a purplish hue as it searches. The skull of the creature clanks together multiple times, like a creature smacking its maw. The eyes of the creature, which are the lights flicker, showing that the sockets are hollow.

* * *

Pavesi and Smith stop in the tour as Sam poses his question. As he seems to take the courage to ask the hero a tough question instead of gapping at a national icon, Steve turns to face him fully. "The situation is a little different, so it's hard to say. Back in my day, it was more a commentary on the moral fiber of a nation and casting blame more than concerns of what superpowers should be allowed to do," Steve begins.

Pavesi moves to rest against a wall, understanding from Cap's tone that he likely will be engaged in conversation for a time. Steve holds out his hands as if suddenly he's become the weight scale of truth. "On one hand, I talk with mutants who just want to go school, work a normal job, and lead a normal life, but can't because people want to treat them differently. On the other, I hear about stories about telepaths using and abuse their powers to manipulate people without people knowing for years." The hands are brought back down to his sides. "My main goal is that whatever happens, whatever laws are passes or not passed, that it's out of an honest desire to help ALL of America's citizens be safe and happy, not out of hatred or a desire to prove some sort of superiority."

In the wake of Cap's words, there is a stutter from the soup kitchen's pantry. "Hey, y-you, you need to ask before you take food, we have to make sure that we don't give out too much," the young teen offers as he walks in on the mysterious force in the dark, clearly new to this foundation from his lack of backbone and seemingly fearful reaction to what he assumes to be a mutant.

* * *

Sam Guthrie nods a bit to this and says "It just seems wrong to me, you have people having to be watched by the government because of how they were born, or something happened to them. I can understand someone who has done a criminal act, but for people who just want to live it sounds way to much like your different we want to know where and who you are. How do you qualify them, is it by what they can do, or does the man who was born with an extra toe, or different colored eyes?"

* * *

"A politician's answer," Karin says when Sam has spoken, clearly not adding to what he says, possibly not even attentive to it. "Avoid revealing you have an opinion and speak to everyone as ally." The veneer is back. "The law treats certain citizens differently because of differences they are unable to choose for themselves, Captain Rogers. Citizens who have done no wrong, have not abused systems, who cannot hide what they are. I find the law repulsive, and I will not abide by it. I am not now, nor will I be registered voluntarily. Should it be forced upon me?"

* * *

the thing turns towards the boy and lets out an ethereal hiss, almost sounding like the wind as it continues to search, anything edible is attempted to be eaten, despite packaging. It searches like its starving as it surrounds what food it finds protectivly, eating paper/cardboard packaging and tearing can's open with its claws like butter. The runes on it begin to smolder angrily as it lets out another hiss. The eyes flaring to a larger size at each hiss before it gets back to its intention, messing up the soup kitchen and eating whats there.

* * *

The accusation of being a politician causes Steve to frown faintly from Karin, but his tone remains warm and kind. "I definitely agree with you, Mister…" Steve leads off, not having the man's name. If given, he'll place it where appropriate. If not, he'll go on without missing a beat. "But the problem is: what happens when someone's superpower is used in a way to inhibit someone else's rights or safety? If someone exposed to an alien gem causes them to emit deadly radiation when stressed and they can't control their power, I'm not sure that's a safe thing to have running around. There are times when people have powers they can't control and could hurt people. Should they be allowed to go around without guidance, training, or help?"

A glance is given toward Karin, Steve now ready to discuss the comment leveled at him, seemingly intended to be a slight. "I don't express an opinion because I don't have one. As I said previously, I don't want to weigh in on this. I'd rather work with both sides to come together to find a better solution. No Registration at all or one that can be abused by those in power… There has to be a better option than either of those," the Super Soldier states, looking to all parties present, as if hoping that somehow, someone has the magical solution to deal with both camps' concerns. "As long as people are truly trying to make things better for the American citizen, they are an ally to me. Even the Brotherhood of Mutants has some valid points, though they're muddled when combined with terrorism."

And maybe that's why Steve didn't want the cameras around. To have honest talks without fear of soundbites taking his wording out of context.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks to the captain and says "You can call me Sam, while Ah am not a resident of the state yet, it may change and Ah would rather keep myself open. Ah do have an answer for this but it is just a legal loophole that would not solve the problem. "Offering training to those who wish it is a good idea, problem you have there though who do you trust to run the school, and is there a way to keep those who want to go there but not let the general public know they are a mutant with their secrets?" Sam has heard the hiss before. "Excuse me, " He will turn to head towards the sound "Ok ok, lets not get a fight started in here." he says as he heads intot he other room.

* * *

Karin does not seem at all happy about what she hears. "Listen to yourself. 'What if they inhibit someone else's rights or safety'. This law does precisely those two things, Captain Rogers. It predisposes guilt. Why not enforce registration only on those who have actually proven themselves to be such threats?" She inclines her head. "But perhaps you can think of a reason that sounds more plausible than 'what if they turn out to be terrorists', because that way of thinking can apply to absolutely every citizen who picks up a kitchen knife." She tilts her head, and upper body to gaze toward the noise. "Speaking of which something is certainly amiss." As Sam makes himself the kitchenary diplomat, Karin is able to monopolize the Captain's attention. "I can see you are a man who hopes for the best for everyone, Captain Rogers. If this farce of a law extends to its natural progression where registration becomes a nationwide mandate, and following that, the gathering of all into safety camps," she says those words with such thick sarcasm one could cut through it with a kitchen knife, "Will you have an opinion then?"

* * *

the thing lifts its head as it seems Sam its eyes briefly turn a light purple color but soon as it looks at the bag of flour it turns to a darker color of purple and continues to eat. Which is weird considering that its head is a giant skull of a cat trying to eat powder. The kitchen its-self is becoming wrecked with some shelves ripped open, shredded steel all over the place, bits and pieces of food, flour, and other things to small for the thing to eat on the floor besides for wood splinters.

A hand does shakily shoot out while it eats to poorly draw the 3 letters H U N-it seems it was attempting more but the hand simply scratches across the ground to eating the ripped open flour bag like its life depends on it. Sometimes making etheral wind like growl sounds at Sam in a mixed tones of hunger and confusion, like it should know who that is.

* * *

Sam's name is noted as is the view point. Captain America would say more on it, but well, Guthrie's got other fish to fry.

Pavesi, having been around Captain America too much to really feel like he is getting anything new out of the conversation, focuses his attention toward Mr. Smith, attempting to get information about what things would make running a charity like this easier. A glance is given at the noise made by Myrkr, turning his attention to Steve silently as if to say 'you handling this?'.

Rogers himself, meanwhile, folds his arms to Karin's thoughts. "You make it seem as if an appropriately run registration would be harmful to mutantkind. If it was wasn't a punishment, but rather something to encourage them to be trained in their powers and to ensure they wouldn't hurt themselves or others, it might be a benefit. Perhaps if it was supervised by a commitee of mutants and humans alike to ensure checks and balances. And there are times when metahumans or mutants might prey on those with abilities. In theory, it could protect mutants just as easily as hurt them. Like any tool, I think it tends on those that wield it."

A soft sigh is given as Rogers looks toward the window, seeing that the car has pulled back up. Turning his baby blues toward Skarp once more, Rogers concludes his thoughts. "Either way, I can understand the concerns that mutants have. Humans have been incredible racist toward one another. Still are in many ways. But we can't just assume that there isn't hope. We can't assume that life is merely win-lose. The best roads in life are those walked with those that disagree with you, to find a better way together."

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks over to the purple eyes and says "Hey how about you and I go find a place where we can find you something more tasty, and we are tearing things up a bit less." He hmmms a bit and says "Would you like some fish, I could get you some fish, but you would have to wait outside, and promise not to tear anything up."

* * *

"Remind me how sweeping and mandatory registration fits into this voluntary training?" Karin asks quietly. "I lost a very close friend of mine who was not more than a man wearing a suit of armour, Captain Rogers, along with my arm, because a group of men who were overarmed wanted to end my existence, and his by association. That particular group is still at large, hunting down people that they can more easily find thanks to a list of names and addresses." She's seething. "The law mandating registration only serves to make that a more convenient act."

* * *

At 'Fish' the creature looks up, looks around, still unable to find meet as it picks up its sack of flower, and begins to walk outside while munching on flower. It peeks through the door and looks at those there, while munching on flower. Eyes switching from light to dark purple before looking around for the exit, then getting distracted by something shiny on the floor as it eats part of the bag. It then lifts it head to look for the door, thick flour paper hanging from its skull mouth as it holds the half eaten sack of flour protectively, like a child might a stuffed animal. Its head high in the air, like its smelling for something, despite the lack of an obvious nose, just nose slits.

* * *

Sam Guthrie will head outside, and fly to the dogs to return with fish for a later scene.

* * *

"I am sorry for your loss," Steve states simply, his tone filled with regret. "I know what it's like to lose a friend."

There is a brief pause out of respect before he continues. "However, if there are issue with anti-mutant terrorists, know that I do what I can to hunt them down myself. I know it won't be much for you considering the situation, but regardless of the politics at play, there is no place for crimes spurred by hate."

As the talk with Pavesi draws to a close, the Bureaucrat looks toward Rogers. "We need to get going if I want to submit the report by end of business."

Cap gives a nod of respect. He would normally ask for a name, but it seems considering the topic, it might come across as anything but civil. "It was good talking with you and hearing your viewpoint. I hope for all our sake that your look on humanity is darker than the reality. Another time."

With a bow, Rogers too makes his way toward the car, following Pavesi the whole way back.

Before getting into the car however, Steve looks toward the building and perhaps the woman in question if she made it toward the door. It's hard to tell what thoughts are going through his head, but the furrowed brow lets her know he's troubled by the talk he's had.

* * *

"I have no doubt, Captain Rogers," Karin says regarding another time. She leans against the door, watching the departure. Her eyes do turn to regard the oddity that makes itself more apparent by the moment, her storm of thoughts and anger subsiding, being pushed aside. She presumes mutant, given where she is.

* * *

watches the captain leave before it whines, much like the wind sighing through trees, for whatever reason. After a bit more flour munching the thing's eyes turn a lighter shade of purple and the darkness fades away to some super skinny kid, sitting on the flour shoveling flour into his mouth, a mask pulled down as he shovels flour and takes the packaging and eats at that to, but it looks harder to do now that he's in human form. After a minute he looks up and notices that there's people. Its hard to tell with the goggles, but by mouth expression, one can totally tell he's thinking "Oh crap."

He looks down before looking towards the lady looking down again as he begins to talk quitely, like he can't speak any louder "E-E-Excuse me m-miss, c-can you t-tell me where I'm a-at?" he says with a nervous chuckle, still eating flour and the bag its in.

* * *

"The office of Heart's Kindness, in Mutant Town, a district in New York City, New York State, in the United States of America, on planet Earth within helios solar system in the Milky Way galaxy," Karin replies, trying to be as thorough as possible while still covering every scale she can personally imagine. "You are lost?"

* * *

Myrkr coughs on the flour before putting more in, despite the dryness "N-No." he says, much in the way someone denies that they messed up "I-I'm in N-New Y-York…somewhere." he says with a sage nod, like that explains everything as he rips a piece of the bag to munch on "W….*takes a deep breath, coughing on the bag that he forgot that he was munching on before clearing his throat* Umm…you…are you from around here." he finally gets out which he takes an extra big munch of the bag as a victory prize. It seems he's looking at her with the googles, but its hard to tell as it shields his eyes.

* * *

"No, I am not from around here," Karin responds, not at all certain what the appeal of the flour is but asking no question as it is harming and inconveniencing no one, except possibly the kitchen staff. "Do you ask because you want to know or because it is preferable to silence?"

* * *

Myrkr shakes head "No…I was curious…a-and y-your a-a weird p-person…IN A G-GOOD WAY." he says and quickly follows up with a hand out as he keeps nibbling "A-And c-c-c-c *takes a deep breath* cause I need to work on talking." he says with another gasp of breath, though its unclear if its because he's scared or if its cause of the flour and no water, his volume has increased slightly though to slightly below normal talking volume as he takes a couple more munches "Y-your very direct." he says as a fact before looking down at the bag, then at her as he holds the bag out "W-Want some?" he asks as he licks flour from his face before coughing again.

* * *

While she stands at an imposing height for a woman, Karin is anything but threatening in posture or behavior, though she has a way of carrying herself that might be seen as regal by some. Courteous, she places her hand in grasping contact with that which was offered, reading by position and face what she is expected to do with it rather than making assumption. "It is harder to work on talking when you are eating that," Karin informs. "Which is a good way to practice. Is that why you are eating it?" She declines with a polite but firm gesture, apparently not fond of eating flour.
"Direct because I do not know how well you interpret statements."

* * *

Myrkr gulps before laughing nervously "N-no…its just what I could find to eat." he says with some shame and embarrassment before taking the moment to look her up and down "Y-y-your tall." he states as a fact before waving a hand "I-I-I understand statements in theory better in this-s…way, better then t-the other one I assure you." he says with wavering confidence, his body language giving away if he can understand anything more then simple sentencing before shaking his head with a sigh as he stands up "I-I'm p-practicing b-becau…never mind." he says quitely before looking up at her, his head tilting much like the creature he was before "Confident…n-not many have that." he says dream like, from observation before bashing a flour covered hand on his clothes, which he sighs as it leave a hand print.

He makes sure its clean before offering it "I-I'm Myrkr miss, almost f-forgot to introduce myself." he says with another sheepish chuckle as he looks away for some unknown reason and looks back. He makes sure to lift his arm higher so she hopefully dosn't have to bend down. His body language obviously uncomfortable, but not nessescarly intimidated, just very, very curious and cautious, like he hasn't met someone like this before.

* * *

Karin seems to have no trouble adjusting her arm height to accommodate. "They use that as an ingredient to make other food. You might find those easier to eat. BUt this other," she nods, acknolwedgingly. "They do not care and only want food sooner. You remember everything the other does?" A metal cup is produced, from seemingly nowhere, and Karin fills it with water, offering. She would assure of its cleanliness but she gets the impression that isn't very important. "I am familiar with Norwegian and the older Norse," she mentions. "My family is from Denmark."
"My name is Karin," she pronounces it in a manner similar to Karina, rather than Karen.

* * *

Myrkr would be very suspicious of that cup, but also fascinated by how it was made and takes it carefully, sipping at it before shrugging and drinking deeply "I-I know what flour is used for." he says politely, but also pointedly that he should know what flour is before looking down again "I-it just happened to be t-the thing I-I found." he says before looking back up, reluctantly putting down the bag of flour so he dosn't degrade what little opinion the tall lady may have of him, but its quite obvious its a fight to put it down, he even puts it slightly behind him, touching his leg, despite his attempts to put it further away, he pushes it closer with his leg. But struggles moving it with one leg, so he simply steps closer to it. He makes a eh motion with his hand "K-Kinda, i-it's still me in a sense…but a-also not? J-Just imagine your i-instincts hightened and a-actual t-thought decreased." he says in explanation.

He tilts his head at her name "Karin…pretty." he says lost in thought for a moment before coughing "I-If you don't mind m-m-me asking, how did you do that?" he says to the carefully held cup of water "I-It was like it came from air." he says before taking another sip and adjusting his goggles. His head turning to look at her non moving arm for a moment before looking back and taking another sip, head still tilted curious like.

* * *

"I have seen only a small glimpse of that mind taking over," Karin admits quietly. "Not enough to watch it happen, and only once. But it would be no lie to say that I understand a little more than most do." At question of how, a second, identical cup forms into her hand slowly, showing the process of liquified metal taking shape and solidifying. "It came from a larger mass I hold on my person," she informs. The cup seems to sprout a little metal flower in a bed of metal particle soil. She sets it on a table, stepping away from it as though it were in no way her doing.

* * *

Myrkr seems to look at her thoughtfully, but its hard to tell with the goggles. His mouth does drop open as the cup is formed slowly. He watches in awe too as it sprouts flowers, he even goes to touch in carefully "Amazing…" he says as he looks at it thoughtfully before looking towards the sky and taking a breath "I-I-I'm sorry, b-but I must go, its late and this is rather ummm…embarressing circumstances for us t-to meet." he says, making references to the flour bag which he picks up with both arms like its a heavy weight. But sets down the metal cup carefully after pulling a rag to clean where he drank from and stuffing said rag in his pocket. He does a small bow, almost spilling flour on the ground "P-p-perhaps we meet again?" he says before offering his hand in partying, obviously trying to be polite despite not knowing the proper noblemen way of being polite.

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Karin takes the hand in a similar manner to before. "We will almost certainly meet again," she assures. Like the flower cup, she leaves the drinking one in place, letting it be taken or donated as willed by the office.

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