Chaos in NYC with Ombra and Myrkr
Roleplaying Log: Chaos in NYC with Ombra and Myrkr
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IC Details
Synopsis:

Ombra gets attacked by a crowd, Myrkr protects her, and Andrea and Jay get sucked into the drama until Sam bails them out. Also, Alexis!

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IC Date: January 07, 2020
IC Location: NYC
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 08 Jan 2020 23:36
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Scene Soundtrack: [*\# None]
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* OOC Time: Tue Jan 07 14:07:37 2020 *

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It's mid-afternoon in New York City and Andrea is out for a quick round of shopping. She is with Jay as well, her boyfriend, holding on to his hand as they make their way down one of the sidewalks of a busy shopping district. Even though she was just in the news for being attacked by unregistered mutants, it doesn't appear that is going to keep her underground for too long. She is used to the public eye and the media storm and the worst thing you can do is hide or shy away from it.

Today, Andrea is wearing a pair of black leggings under a hits at the knees silver skirt, a white peasant top and a warm jacket to ward her from the cold. Her bodyguard, James, who is built like a Steelers linebacker is following them in a suit with mirrored shades.

All about them, people stop and stare, taking pictures of the celebrity and posting it on social media. At times, a young girl or two will pop over to ask for a selfie, or a hug, which she will oblige, even if it means Jay has to stop frequently and wait.

Though, as usual, throughout the hum of the crowd, not all are positive. The murmurs of 'mutie scum' and other not so sweet statements can be heard, but she pays it no mind, even if her heightened senses is picking it up. So far no one seems violent, just your run of the mill jerks.

* * *

Jay has gotten used to this over the years. Otherwise, he might be ready to fly away to freedom. He's dressed as he often does, in a pair of baggy jeans with a sweatshirt thrown over the top. All loose fitting. That way the wings are well hidden beneath, pressed tightly to his back and legs and the clothes covering. For added benefit, he has an image inducer with him as well. If something happens, he'll still look human. He learned that a while back when someone tugged at his sweatshirt to get him out of the way, trying to reach Andrea. It had been close that day and thus, the double precautions.

He had a heavier bomber style jacket over the hoodie, hands tucked in pockets and a slight smile on his face each time he has to stand aside and let her do her thing.

For now, his hand is in hers and he walks along chatting. "So the work in the studio yesterday was pretty productive then?"

* * *

The stores around seem to be having an issue with lighting. Lights are flickering, sputtering with a puff of smoke before dying, or look darker (like they didn't turn the lights on all the way). A careful eye might notice flickers of purple whispy lights in the shadows, seeming to pop in and out of existence, going from shadow to shadow.

A feeling of being watched would eventually pass over those present, a brief moment. But never the less, it passes over.

* * *

Deep in the reaches of the alleys lurks a pair of shadows. One, the size of a tiger, and the shape of a tiger, providing the other with a soft body to rest against and sleep. The sleep lasts only so long before the smaller shadow, shaped as female human, wakes, looking upward to see daylight sky, putting arms around her tiger-shaped companion in a hug. Then the tiger-shadow is gone, and all that remains is girl-shadow. She makes her way out of the alley's depths, unaware of the goings-on and stumbling right out into a busy street, mildly confused and disoriented as she did not expect to have quite this much crowd around her. That, it seems, is when the troubles begin.
The first she bumps into tries to cry out in surprise and fear, because the world suddenly stops making sound for them, just as they stop making sound, until the shadow pulls away and the abrupt mid-scream sounds, just in time for someone else to go deaf, and for many to witness the darkness that envelops those who touch the shadow-girl. Not everyone reacts with fear, but enough do, and some feel threatened, which creates a kind of fight or flight response, and the shadow girl experiences what those in scary fun houses sometimes do when startling patrons: Punching. It doesn't last long, but she's on the ground after one and isn't getting back up, surrounded with a bit of a wide berth by people trying to figure out what just happened.

* * *

"Studio went fine. Everyone is really eager for /you/ though to join me for our special project." Andrea says to Jay once she finds his hand again. Her fingers curl about in them and she leans in against him as someone else holds up a phone to take a picture of the couple. She even makes a show of kissing him on the cheek with her eyes closed, setting up an adorable shot. She won't let TMZ get a chance to find a weak spot in this foundation.

The feeling of being watched causes her to shiver briefly, her ears perking before she glances over at the stores as the lights flicker. "That's weird." She breathes out softly to Jay, then gives a glance over her shoulder to James who appears to have picked up on the odd vibes as well.

Before it can be discussed any further, the sound of screaming and a mob mentality is soon heard and felt. As she focuses her senses on the crowd, her eyes sharpen with a hint of golden gleam as they transform into a wolf's, staring through the black and white world of color blind to focus on what the crowd may be surrounding. That's weird. A shadowy blob. Of course, the screams of 'Mutant!' and 'She attacked me!' can be heard as well.

With a shake of her head, her eyes stop gleaming and she starts off quickly, letting go of Jay's hand as she unzips her jacket. "Hey!" She calls out loudly, throwing her hands upwards. "Woah, back off!" She has too much of her mother in her sometimes. A Marine. A call to arms. To protect and serve. James is following her quickly, a hand on his sidearm as he slides his mirrored shades up to the top of his head.

* * *

Jay is finding it hard to smile when he is feeling like being watched. The lights acting up are not helping. Not the normal sort of being watched but something different, not the whole out-with-a-celebrity-thing. Then screaming and people running.

Is it Tuesday? Must be Tuesday.

Andrea is off like a shot and he does the only thing he can do. He follows her, heading over to see what the big deal is and helping to put his body between people and the shadowy figure. Now that is very different. He is not used to seeing two-dimensional people anymore than the next person but he still does what he can to keep others backed away and giving space.

* * *

the purple lights appear from the shadows within the circle. It starts on the ground and the purple lights begin to go up. Like the shadows are birthing a body, and it just keeps going up and up and up. It takes form with a cat skull over this shadow things body. The purple lights are a deep dark purple, they flicker in the empty eye sockets of this thing. It bends over the shadow thing and it opens its jaw despite it head being only bone and wails. To describe this wail would be to describe what one hears when someone is in the darkest of night and they hear whispers, but amplified to that of a lion roaring, sounding like thousands of voices screaming out in anger.

The thing goes to all 4's over the shadow thing as it roars at the people around, the lights in the things's sockets flaring to twice the size like fireballs as the runes on its body being glowing violently a dark purple color, like fire as small purple embers fall from it.

* * *

The shadow-girl stirs from her momentary state of senselessness, curling up and peering out from beneath the other shadow that has placed itself protectively above her, and the two? Three now? that have formed a kind of circle to keep her safe. At least that's what she is guessing. One hand rubs the spot where she was struck, of which the details are not apparent to anyone observing at most angles. For the moment, the shadow-girl remains in place, finding it hard to think straight.

* * *

As the crowd parts for the celebrity, most of them scatter immediately when the large purple battle cat shows up and starts roaring. That even causes Andrea to pause, stumbling back a few steps and pulling Jay closer to her as her eyes widen. With those with a keen eye may see, she is actually nudging him behind her, as if to shield him.

The crowd starts to scream in fear, panicing as they push and shove each other to get away from what is obvious an 'alien' or a 'super mutant', or a 'monster'. People are calling the police, others are taking pictures.

The Popstar looks from the shadowy girl to the shadowy creature, still backing up as she looks over to Jay. "I don't know what that is.. but we should get out of here. I don't think that's a mutant problem." She breathes out with a bit of fear in her throat.

* * *

Sam Guthrie is heading to meet his brother and his girl today. He is coming upon the seen a bit late. He raises a brow and upon seeing some he knows, he will start walking towards the little gathering with a more purposeful walk. He frowns heading over to then.

* * *

Jay wraps his arm around Andrea, even as he realizes what she's doing. This is a little problem they have. He wants to protect her. She wants to protect him. He pulls her close and takes a moment. "Just a second and we'll go," he promises her.

He doesn't step closer. The cat keeps him from wanting to do that. He does speak to the pair, though his words are focused on the girl on the ground. "Are you alright? Do you need help?"

* * *

The thing head moves to those fleeing, tense like an animal facing over stimulus as it sits there for a moment. A low etheral growl coming from it the entire time as it moves a hand to cover its face when people start taking pictures as it screams towards those taking pictures with that same baleful wail, backhanding them like a cat might to unknown stimuli.

It would look towards Jay and Andrea and the feelings of being judged would be there for a moment as it stares for a moment before bending down with its nose, trying to nudge Ombra towards them, much like a cat might with something small.

* * *

Reality starts to make sense again soon for the shadow-girl who tries to figure out what is hovering above her, thinking it is something entirely different before she realizes something is missing about it. Once she is nudged, her position changes, ensuring she isn't beneath when she moves to sit herself upright, then slowly stand up, her body language suggesting apologizing without a single sound coming from her. No heartbeat, no breath, no scrape against ground. One hand lifts in a meek wave toward the three who aren't shadowy, still showing apology by her posture.

* * *

".. or maybe it is?" Andrea says to Jay as she finally relents and they can stand side to side at each other. But at the first moment of action, she will step in front of him again. When the shadow cat starts nudging the girl towards them, she squints, then holds a hand upwards to wave back, brows raising. By now the crowd has thinned out, though there is still a few taking pictures and recording the interaction. Most likely she will be on the news again.

With a deep breath, she steps forward, summoning courage as she holds a hand out to the girl to help her up. "I'm Andrea." She says in the way of introduction. "I'm a mutant. Registered." She says as if to ensure the crowd understands that she's /not/ a threat. The sheep tend to think registered means safe. "Are you okay? What's your name? Is that cat yours?"

* * *

Sam Guthrie will sigh a moment, part of him considers grabbing the shadow and the cat, and jetting off with both of them. He will speak quietly as he gets to the circle of people, and softly says "Neither can speak verbally in this form. " He says as he knows all here.

* * *

"You know them?" Jay asks, glancing over to his brother. "Maybe we should all get off the street? Andrea, can you call for the limo? Would you all be willing to go with us so we can all talk? Or would you rather just go on your way?" He's offering options to everyone at least.

* * *

The thing's eyes and purple glowing rune thinge's calm down. Its eyes flicker to a lighter shade of purple as it squats, its jaw clacks a couple of times as it see's Sam. It's hand still covers its-self and seems to hesitate before stepping closer, head turning this way and that, sometimes stopping to hiss at camera people before a whine escapes it. It eyes struggling from light to dark purple in flickering light eyes.

* * *

The girl-shadow stands under her own power, but with trepidation proffers one of her arms to hover beside Andrea's. She looks terribly apprehensive, attentive to both speakers but no answer comes from her. She is soon taking notice of and looking thrilled to see Sam, the meek and apologetic posture giving way to mild excitement, like a child seeing a favourite uncle.

* * *

".. Yeah, Jay, I'm not…putting that thing in the limo. The deductible if something happens in there is huge and I'm not about to get in trouble for that." Andrea trails off at the sight of the large shadow cat. At the sight of Sam, some relief fills her eyes as she lifts a hand up to wave at him. "You know what's going on? Awesome. See, he's in charge now."

She takes a few steps back, her hand sliding once more into Jay's for a firm squeeze as her fingers curl about them. The cameras continue to flash around them, though they aren't approaching any closer as the thing starts hissing at them. They have zooms, they can just do their job from afar after all.

"This is going to be on the news, I'm gonna get yelled at again by my management team." She huffs out under her breath.

* * *

Sam Guthrie will raise his voice just a bit and says "I think we got all the shots we need, this should look fabulous" He sheds his accent and stresses the last word. "Shadow girl should be super top hit." He continues on, and says "Yea, we should meet up, at the dinner to talk about if we need any reshoots." He will look to Myrkr, and Ombra, and motions for the two of them to follow him towards an alley probably the one Ombra came out of.

* * *

Myrkr looks at Andrea curiously, then Jay, head tilting, even the body guard, like its studying them before looking towards sam. At the sound of dinner the thing lifts its head and follows along, jaw open like its ready to swallow food. It litterally bounces into the alley way, where the the only thing visible are wide purple eyes that head deeper then.

* * *

Ombra accompanies Sam into the alley along with Myrkr, turning to watch both Andrea and Jay as they go, waving again, and while her face is invisible, she is still apologizing by the look of her posturebefore she arrives in the alley and leans against one of the walls, sitting down, some shudders showing on her while she holds her head up with her hands.

* * *

As the trio head into the alley, Andrea watches, hesitant to follow as she chews on her bottom lip. She leans over and gives Jay a kiss on the cheek. "James and I can bring the car around if you want to follow your brother and make sure everything is okay. I need to move though, otherwise people are going to think the worst even more than it is." She looks regretful as she ducks her head to the side, then follows after her bodyguard as he gives her a nudge.

* * *

Sam Guthrie will look to the shadow creature, and says "Ok the lady and guy out there are friends and family." He will look to both and says "Myrkr, if you can take a bit more friendly form for going into a dinner, we can head to one and chat. This is Ombra a friend of mine as well." He will text Andrea and Jay a place to meet them.

* * *

Myrkr looks at Sam, like he's interesting, there seems to be another war between light and dark purple in the lights before he begins to disappear like ash in the wind and its replaced with a small tiny kid who immedianlty walks over, removes his face mask and pukes before stumbling away from it "I-I-I-…" he says quitely until his voice gets so quite that he's not even sound coming from his lips despite the fact that they're moving. He quickly takes a breath "We've met." he says quitely as he recovers himself. Squatting like he still might be sick for a moment, shaking his head slightly as he pulls his face mask back up.

* * *

Ombra remains with her back to the wall for a moment longer, rubbing at the side of her face and looking up at both Sam and Myrkr. She pushes to stand upright, still leaning against wall, catching part of what is said by Sam and very little else.

* * *

Sam Guthrie says, "Ombra you up for going to grab something to eat? " He looks to the two "Will fly ya there, while flying we will be in a shadow form, where we can not talk, but should not be in that form long as Ah fly rather fast."

* * *

Myrkr eventually stands up "A-Alright." he says before looking at himself then at Ombra and tilts his head, maybe its just the shadows. He shrugs as he walks over, making sure his stuff is on tight. Mostly his goggles and his backpack which he sinches up as tight as he can, hopefully it stays.

* * *

Unsure-looking, Ombra stoops to pick up a discarded beer bottle, holding it in a way that Sam can see clearly she is holding it when she returns to him. For less than a minute, nothing seems to happen, but she points at the bottle to ensure focus is upon it rather than other things. Then the bottle is gone, somehow vanished while it was being watched. Ombra motions toward Sam then, or rather his belongings.

* * *

Sam Guthrie says, "So, it will just shadow me, but not Myrkr as long as we are quick?" He well ask her offering each a hand. He has did the shadow thing with Ombra once before."

* * *

Myrkr tilts his head "I-I-Is she drunk?" he asks as he swivels between the two before sitting down "F-f-fine with w-w-aiting." he says before pulling his back pack off and rummaging through it "Could change…is it safe?" he mutters to himself as he waits. A free hand pinching his nose like he's having a headache before glancing at the two again, un-sure of whats going on.

* * *

Ombra seems more at ease now after demonstration? reminder? Whatever it was, she takes Sam's hand without hesitating, and Sam changes from a recognizable Sam Guthrie into a featureless and impossibly silent silhouette. There is still some nervousness about Ombra when she does, having entirely too many unfortunate experiences on contact, but she is soon relaxed about it.

* * *

Sam Guthrie holds his hand out to the other now that he can not speak. He waits for the grip and if Myrkr takes his hand he will fly the group to mutant town, and a dinner there before landing and releasing both hands.

* * *

Myrkr after rummaging he nods and seals it before standing, sitching, then taking his hand. His group is like a kitten trying desperately to squeeze Sam's hand. After landing he looks about "Wicked…" is all he would say before seeing his reflection in the mirror "S-s-s-should change?" he asks looking at the two before looking at his semi trouble maker/thug look going on.

* * *

It does not take Ombra long at all to notice that her surroundings are a lot more mutant-oriented than they were in the shopping area, gazing in wonder as the general attitude seems remarkably similar to the one she experienced at the mansion. Already she is waving at people who look her way, back to being excited again.

* * *

Sam Guthrie says, "Well you can but it will make is a bit harder to talk. I have learned some sign to communicate with Ombra but chatting or going into the resteraunt with you in shadowy cat form might be difficult"

* * *

Myrkr looks at him "N-Not w-w-what I ment.

* * *

Myrkr looks at him "N-not w-w-what I ment." he says as he looks about abit more before sighing "Ment t-to n-normal clothes." he states abit reluctantly, hands in pockets around again uncomfortably.

* * *

Ombra turns back to look at Sam and Myrkr again with a bit of a bounce to her step, catching what Sam says and with her hands very easily seen she inquires about Sam's ability with the gestured communication. 'How much', with an eager curiosity about her.

* * *

Sam Guthrie makes a so so motion with his hand "Think I got most of the alphabet down and some of the more common words, so might be slow but should be able to understand you." He looks over to Myrkr "Why would ya need to change clothes? Folks around here judge more by actions than appearances

* * *

Myrkr seems to relax abit "Oh…o-only b-b-b-b-b…only here at night normally." he says with a deep breath. He actually takes a moment to take a look at the people, his nose twitching like he's smelling "S-s-shoudl we head inside?" he asks after a moment, espescially after he can't find a limbo about.

* * *

Once the car is parked out front, Andrea and Jay head into the diner. The pair are holding hands as they search for the group they were to meet up with. It seems that they at least was able to ditch any photogs along the way. She has a baseball cap now over her head.

* * *

Ombra accompanies Sam when he makes the move into the diner, back to being apprehensive because she comes to understand what the destination and intention behind the short flight was, taking a long breath and being very careful to avoid touching things. Certainly it's easier to accept by the locals than in most places when something suddenly becomes a black shape and then changes back but it still seems to be something Ombra is not entirely comfortable showing off to large groups. She does not take a chair for herself.

* * *

Sam Guthrie will lead Ombra and Myrkr into the dinner and trying to find a free table with chairs letting umbra have the back one so she can have a little non touch room for comfort. He looks to Myrkr "Order what ever ya want." He looks over to Ombra want to pick a combo off the menu, and me order it?"

* * *

Myrkr takes a seat at the table, his body language weird as he almost trips over the very chair he's trying to sit in. He does actually make it in the chair before acting like nothing ever happened as he pulls his gloves off, revealing small skeletal thin hands, two long thin scars on top of his hands as he puts the gloves in his vest pockets. His head jerks up at the sound of get whatever he can get as he quickly looks at the menu. He pulls his hoof off and his goggles. Revealing short dirty blonde hair and excited dull blue or grey…perhaps both? eyes that look over the menu much like a kid at a candy store might. He uses the menu to hide his face after a moment as beads of sweat form on his forhead.

* * *

And at the far end of the counter there was another figure, slouched over with a ballcap on her head, followed by a hood from a frayed sweater. There's a stained backpack at her feet, and she appears to be nursing a mug with some string and a tag sticking out of it, along with a plate of toast. She stretches her exhausted fingers around the mug of tea, until she register's Sam's voice.

A little look over at the curious grouping would prove the familiarity with the Kentuckian lad, and she was pretty sure where Sam went, she shouldn't be.

She pulls a couple crinkled ones and spare change from her pocket, and leans over to grab her bag.

* * *

As Andrea and Jay make their way towards Sam, the popstarlet gives him a questioning look at the sight of Myrkr's new form, and that of the shadowy girl. She slides her expensive purse off her shoulder and settles it on a chair at the table as Jay pulls it out for her, then looks over at the sound of the door jingling.

As she spies Alexis, she freezes upwards, her fingers curling slightly inwards as she stares at her quite openly. Her entire body straightens up and appears tense as she grabs the back of the chair, gripping it.

* * *

Ombra stands at the table with her hands clasped together, her attention moving around the diner with a genuinely curious eye, not that it can be seen against the silhouette that is her visible form. Quick to pick up on strife, mostly because it's often pointed directly at herself, Ombra's attention moves to watch when someone feels they need to leave abruptly, only half presuming it's because of weird shadow-girl. She offers her hand in friendly-looking wave, unable to figure out what sparked the reactions.

* * *

Jay is still holding out the chair for Andrea when she goes tense. That has him going immediately on the alert, glancing around. Then he sees where she is focusing. Girl at the bar grabbing a backpack. He's not sure what's wrong with this picture. Andrea has better senses than he does. Maybe it's something in the bag? Does she know the woman? "Andrea? What's wrong?"

He doesn't take his eyes off the woman she is staring at as he moves a little protectively in front of her. See, he can do that too.

* * *

Sam Guthrie notices Andrea, and Jays reaction and this draws his attention to Alexis. His brow raises a bit and looks over to say "Your friends are doing ok, if you care to know. I understand if not, you did leave without making sure they were." Yea he went there. "You can join us, Ah don't bite.'

* * *

Myrkr would lower the menu as he notices Andrea tense before his eyes look towards Alexis, eyes gleaming purple for a moment before looking away and going back to be a recluse with a menu to hide with before peaking over at Andrea and Jay, staring at them for a moment, and won't stop for a minute or one of them looks over in which he immediately looks away and looks at the menu, sweat dripping down his face, almost like he's trying to concentrate on it.

* * *

Ombra fails to make any indication of a desired thing, changing to kneel rather than be the only standing one around the table, though this makes her comically lower than everyone else for head level. Not that she seems to mind at all. Once she's settled in she semes content watching the events unfold before her. She leans to get a look at Myrkr's menu, doing what she can to make herself less conspicuous.

* * *

Alexis notes the grouping, and suspects that they're all mutants, as she makes her approach, but she stops. Andrea is between her and the door, and she doesn't want any trouble. She takes a step back, and slowly draws up her hands, looking between Andrea, Jay and Sam, and the two others with them. She breathes out slowly, and motions to the door.

"Wasjust on my way out. Already paid for my food." the half-eaten slice of toast, its unconsumed brother and her mug of tea.

She is shivering. Her hands are wind-burnt. There is no sign of her violin, and she has her pack slung over one shoulder.

* * *

She does, however, flinch at Sam's accusations about her leaving her friends behind. She's careful to keep her eyes on Andrea and Jay, though.

* * *

"That's her. Alexis. The pyro." Andrea says to Jay with a clenched jaw voice. She finally takes her purse off the seat and settles down into it, followed by hugging her purse against her chest. Her chin tilts upwards with a 'hmf' as she picks a menu up, leaving this up to Sam to resolve.

* * *

As Andrea sits, Jay does not. He remains standing protectively, hovering (not literally) next to her. "Ahhh." Said as though that explains everything. He tilts his head sightly but doesn't look to Sam when he speaks. "So you're the pretty face. That explains a lot. If you are alone and not planned on starting trouble, perhaps you could join us and have something more substantial than toast." Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. He's just not quite sure which one she is due to the circumstances of the gang's takedown.

* * *

Myrkr would look up after a moment at his menu towards Alexis, a small frown on his face, like he pities here "I-I-Its ok miss *goes so quite that you can't hear him, just his lips are moving, he notices as his face goes red as he adverts his eyes as his voice picks up* w-w-we all have our f-fair share of fears and g-guilt." he says towards Alexis before pulling the puffy vest off with a nervous laugh "Hot in here…" he says quitely as an excuse to his perfuse sweating and red face.

He does bend the menu towards Ombra so she can see as well, pointing out orders that out with alot of food and sound good.

* * *

Sam Guthrie will look over to Myrkr, and Ombra, "You two figured out what you want it anything? He offers them a smile and says "Had offered to help Miss Alexis here in some of the same ways we are helping you Ombra." He tells them.

* * *

Ombra shows a slight shrug and nod to Myrkr, making no sign of her personal preferences. She's back to watching the events unfold though, ensuring Myrkr is not gazing at his menu when she demonstrates what's weird about herself apart from being a featureless black shape. She reaches up to touch the menu in Myrkr's hand, which changes from readable object to silhouette of object, similar to herself, then draws her hand away and it changes back immediately.

* * *

Not the violinist. The Pyro. She exhales, and looks to Sam before she shakes her head, and her Right Proper English accent can plainly be heard "I was watching from the rooftop. I didn't feel right taking any sort of charity — besides, Salamander sounded like he was absolutely thrilled with the idea of being able to take a bath."

If you're standing close to her, she smells like she could probably use one. Homelessness has its not-benefits. And she gives a slight smile to Sam, trying to keep the edge of the glares from Andrea and Jay to the corner of her eye. "So… thank you, for that. Salamander, Phil and I were the last of the original fifteen." he gives a sad smile, her left hand gripping her bag a little tightly as she swallows a lump in her throat, looking to Myrkr and Ombra. "These are good people. You're in good hands with them."

* * *

"An' like I said, sir… was just leaving." she shuffles her feet slightly, looing down and away. "I think I've caused enough trouble with your friends."

* * *

When Jay invites her to sit with them, Andrea continues to scan the menu, but doesn't seem to be against the idea. "You should join us. I'm paying." She says as she flips the page, scanning the contents even though she already picked something out. "It's okay. Really." She says as she feels the wolf cool beneath her skin, as if her fur was unbristling.

* * *

"Your choice of course. But there will are no hard feelings." Jay puts his hands on Andrea's shoulders, massaging gently before finally moving to take a seat beside her. He keeps an arm around her shoulders. A glance at the menu she's looking at gives him long enough to pick what he wants as well. "As long as it doesn't happen again, it's fine." He looks between Alexis and Sam. "Salamander? Phil?"

* * *

Myrkr mouth drops when he hears the rich person is going to be ordering as he revises what he's going to eat before looking back "I-If y-y-you *takes a deep breath before continuing* let fear and guilt rule you, then y-you never take a step forward." he says, eyes flicking to Alexis before looking back at the menu and puts it down with a nod, turning towards Andrea "I-I-I'm so sorry, t-this is terribly rude of me." he stampers before looking towards Sam and the rest "Can I have half the menu?" he asks, all seriousness in his voice as his stomach growls, wiping his mouth with a thin hand, eyes going blank before looking at Ombra and pointing at the menu.

He winces as he realizes he didn't introduce himself as he offers a frail hand "I'm Myrkr…nice to meet you." he says quitely to Andrea, Jay, and Alexis.

* * *

Sam Guthrie nods his head, and had expected to pay it when Andrea offers he says "Yea Myrkr, just pick what to start with and we will keep it coming." He looks over to Alexis, and says "Helping people is not charity. We do expect something in return. That you try to help people as well, the whole pay it forward. Have a seat and you can ask some questions about Paige and Ah if you want to know things.'

* * *

The dark-haired girl with her everywhich way stuffed into a crappy, dirty sweater looks especially taken offguard when Andrea echoes the sentiment, and she just slowly sinks down, grabbing a chair (and minding Ombra as she goes), and does, in fact, take a seat with the group. "Alexis Carr." she introduces herself in a soft voice, and reaches to shake Myrkr's hand. "And I'm familiar with Miss Jackson, might I have the names of the others 'round this table?" she inquires, looking to the shadow to Jay and then to Sam.

"So, Blister's real name is Paige?" Alexis gives a small smile, and a waitress very kindly brings her already-paid-for tea and rye toast.

* * *

The girl-shadow waves again to Alexis, letting her identity be disclosed by those around her, or at least assuming it will, spelling what she believes she read out with sign language that is only readable when she holds her hands away from the mass that is her body, and looking toward Sam for confirmation. 'A-L-E-X'. The shadow-girl looks apprehensive, anxious even, wanting to do anything but annoy the newjoiner.

* * *

Once Alexis is seated, Andrea stares at her from across it for a few moments, then brushes some dark hair away from her face. "Just call me Andrea. I don't have a code name. This is my boyfriend, Jay. Sam's brother."

* * *

Jay gives a nod of his head as Andrea introduces him, not needing to repeat it. He makes sure he keeps that arm around Andrea. Not just cause he likes it, but because he can then tell if she tenses up again. It isn't always obvious visibly. She's too used to cameras always being around and knows how to hide it well. He watches Ombra signing then looks to Sam or the others for confirmation since he isn't sure what she spelled.

* * *

Myrkr 's handshake is weak as a kittens, despite the obviousness of his hand trying to squeeze her, she would barely feel anything at all, only drawing away when she lets go. "I'll take t-t-the moutain b-burger w-w-with chilli cheese fries and oh! I'll also take take the triple patty of death-h-h for now." he says as he wipes drool away from his face before looking toward Ombra with confusion before turning toward Andrea and Jay, nodding his head "P-pleasure t-t-to meet you two." he stampers before looking towards Alexis head tilted like he's studying her "A-and you as w-w-ell miss." he says, his voice getting quite again as he quickly finishes up that sentence before looking at those around the table, trying his best to look relaxed.

* * *

Sam Guthrie will go through the list "Andrea you have met, Jay here is my brother." He nods to them Ombra she can not make noise, but is working on communicating with sign language and is a good kid, Myrkr, here is a fellow whose other form seems to take a lot of energy which causes him a need to have an enhanced calorie intake. This is Alexis, she was part of a group that had been taken control of. She is also a musican, as Jay and Andrea are also. And I am Sam."

* * *

Alexis gives a small smile to Myrkr. "Myrkr is a pretty cuious name." he states, and she turns to the shadow, and she gives a smile and a little bit of a wave.

"Hello there." he smiles gently to Ombra, and she looks around, embarrassedly a moment as she takes a deep breath.

"Yea, Spare Change is tapped out. Thrown to the wind, we all are. Not a moment too soon either." she mutters quietly, and she tears off another bit of her toast, eating it slowly.

* * *

Ombra waves again, happy to perform the exchange of greeting as often as she needs to, taking a more restful kneeling sit which lowers her head level even more but not feeling a need to change that for now. She does sign for Sam: 'have friend' and 'hiding'.

* * *

Myrkr looks away as she smiles before looking back "Oh I-i-its just a name." he says before sitting in silence "So *nothing but silence, he face palms himself in frusteration* D-d-d-d…I need a moment." he says in defeat as he puts his head down for a moment so other people can't see.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks over and says "It is alright Myrkr, all people have not had the same levels of interaction with folks. Everyone has their own level, and we aint gonna judge you by it." He looks over to Alexis, and says "So, with spare Change gone what you planning on doing now?"

* * *

"Sam's right, you take your time, all right?" she smiles gently to Myrkr. "Alexis itself can be a curious name. It means 'Defender'." she gives a little smile to Myrkr and to Ombra. "… not that I'm very good at defending." she remarks quietly, then looks back to Sam.

"Well. My… my violin's gone. So I've been trying to pick up piano gigs. A lot of the shelters are full, so you know. Lot of my time is spent finding somewhere to hang out for the day."

* * *

The shadowy girl moves a little closer to Myrkr and repositions herself entirely beneath the table, momentarily changing it to a shadow table but that soon stops. She offers her arms up toward him, open-like, inviting.

* * *

Myrkr stays there for a minute and simply gives a thumbs up for the people above the table. Below the table he looks at the arm, his hand reaching out before stopping and drawing back. He shakes his head unsurely and stays there for a minute . "W-w-hy are you homeless? M-more, a-are those s-s-spare change guys still….around." he says out loud normally while keeping his head down and smiling toward Ombra to show that he's completely fine, yet his face isn't to sure of it.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks over to Alexis and will answer part of it. "A few of them are still around the city, Ah helped the ones who wanted some help find some places they could go, or fit in.

* * *

As she eats and listens, Andrea has been quiet the entire time, just soaking up the conversation. This isn't her world after all. She leans in against Jay's shoulder at times, shifting her jaw to the side. When Jay heads up to take a call, she glances after him, then back to the others. "I can get you a new violin." She says to Alexis simply with a bit of an edge in her tone. Still bristly, but not angry.

* * *

Ombra bobs her head to Myrkr, accepting his decision, moving back out from under the table, taking a kneely seat again. She does reach up to touch Myrkr's hand, avoiding all of his worn articles, attentive about how he reacts to it, and giving him the option to pull away without resistance. She looks like she hopes this helps.

* * *

"Spare Change is dissolved." Alexis replies firmly. "Whatever /Militant/ wants to call the four or five who went with him is his business, but the gang's broken up, and I'm keeping an eye out for anyone who might want to follow out the plan." she states quietly, and she pulls back her hood. Her hair's a mess, pulled back into a sloppy bun. She takes her sunglasses off, and the deep circles beneath her eyes can be seen.

"It… wouldn't feel like, Andrea. That violin might not have come with me from home, but it was mine. Purchased before I got involved with Spare Change." she explains softly, and she lets her lips curl int oa very soft smile. "I already paid you back for your tip."

* * *

Myrkr dosn't draw away, his hand moves a bit, but not out of reach as he disappears into the shadow blackness of silence thing that Ombra does. He stays there for a minute before moving away, just in time to hear about the violin "D-d-did it break? I-if not, I could try and find it." he says, calmer, giving a silent thumbs up to Ombra as he tilts his head while taking a breath. Lifting up like a normal person again.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks over and says "Well if your keeping an eye out for that, Ah would like to help. To be honest, Ah still want a shot at militant. " He admits " If not let buy ya one would ya let someone loan you enough to buy one and then pay them back?"

* * *

Ombra settles back into her casual position, happy with herself for a risky venture that paid off. Barely perceptible from above, a shadow shaped like a housecat emerges from Ombra bodily, and rests on her lap. She holds it close to herself, stroking its head around the ears.

* * *

"You finding a violin in New York City is just as likely as hitting the lottery." Andrea says with a dismissive sniff in the air. She props her chin up in the palm of her hand. "I will get you a guitar. It's obvious you've had a rough life and it's the least I can do. I run a charity called Starlight that is designed to reach out to help mutants that are in need of resources. It's fine. We can pick one out together."

* * *

Myrkr nods "I-I-I can also lend a hand…I'm stronger then I look." he says and attempts to flex, despite his arm making the motion, there is no change in his arm which he frowns at massively, like his arm betrayed him at this important time. He sighs as he takes a deep breath as he listens to Andrea, his eyes going wide as he mouths wow, cause dang thats alot of money "F-forgive me f-for asking…but h-how hated are m-mutants? T-those p-people w-w-erent friendly…and they were scared." he states, looking toward Ombra with a raised brow, to include her somehow before looking back between the other three.

* * *

Sam Guthrie says, "Well to some we are very hated, people often fear what is different and we are different. This is a community where many of us live, and cause of that more accepted around here most times, but not always."

* * *

Ombra does not change where her attention is focused even when Myrkr looks directly at her, attentive to the cat-shadow on her lap. Exceptionally well-behaved it seems, looking casually about while Ombra attends to its needs of attention.

* * *

Myrkr frowns "Oh…" is all he says as food comes, or at least the food he's ordered and he begins to eat as people leave "T-they seemed interesting." he states once its only the three of them, eating quickly.

* * *

Sam Guthrie will eat a bit as well, as his food came along as well. "It is part of the life we live. Ah am curious a bit though, thought you had spent some time in this form and were in college.

* * *

Ombra seems content without eating, looking up when she notices the scent of food close enough, then giving a wave of decline and resuming the feline attention giving.

* * *

Myrkr gives Ombra a look like she's crazy but keeps eating and nods "I'm in college, I-I'm in c-control of w-when I turn…was s-searching for s-someone when stuff went down." he says as he looks about with a sniff as he looks outside for a minute then looks back with a raised eye brow "W-w-why the question?" he asks curiously, not out of spite, nor harm, just curiousness.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks to the man and says "Curiousity and the desire to help folks. Knowing more about people helps if your going to help folks.

* * *

Myrkr look confused then touched, like someone never really said that before "…good point." he says before he finishes the ungodly amount of food he ordered in silence "T-thank you so much, but I'm afraid I gotta go now." he says, a thoughtful look on his face as he gets his stuff back on, gloves, vest, face mask, and goggles. Walking out much like someone who's confused or perhaps thoughtful after a psychology interrogation session might, disappearing into an alley way.


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