Spring Is In The Air ( Kai )

>>“My brother and I just got a tour from some really nice kids- Do you know Koga and Shin?”

Koga? Shin? The Greeks ears perked and she turned her head to fully look at Kai. So he had received a tour from shin, same as she had... Hopefully his had gone better than hers.

>>”Anyway, it seems like a really cool place. We never really dreamed that there would be such a big community of mutants. I mean, we heard rumors that New York was the place to be, but when we got here, there were a bunch of raids and actions against mutants, so we never really met anyone. And now things are changing and people aren’t afraid to be out in the open anymore. Isn’t that interesting? How fast things can change?”

Andrea nodded. She had felt the same way before leaving Greece. Of course, being locked away within the same walls for so long tended to do that to people- hinder how they perceived things and thought. Personally, she had assumed that things were much different in the US than in her country, she had been wrong of course. Here one could walk down the street and eyes would follow, curious whispers could be heard, and people were not afraid to ask questions or attack another verbally. She had dreamed that in a place where others like her lived, people would be much more open to her plight. Her parents could have done her a favor a long time ago, by informing her that her dreams were just that- only dreams.

But, that was a different and unhappy subject altogether. She smiled, aimed at him while he was ducking and thinking to himself, and spoke her thoughts on the matter. “Very interesting,” Her eyes returned to where ever he was walking them. It was a sad subject to think upon- life and its churning uncertainness. One moment the two of them were walking happily- carefree- through a garden, and the next they could wind up running for the lives, or fighting to live. “It is interesting and frightening at the same time... I do hope for the sake of our kind that things continue to change for the better...”

Lost in her own personal thoughts, Andrea couldn't think of anything to answer back. Instead, she focused on the sky above... It was a lovely shade of blue today... with speckled white clouds. The crash, and Kai's sudden stop forced her slam on her foot breaks before she slammed into the boy. Her eyes shot in the direction she was looking, and a feeling of dread washed over her. "....I don't...h-hey!" Reaching out as he started off slowly, her feet refused to follow him. She was uncertain if they should head toward the sound of a possible crime... or an accident. though, if it was an accident, surely someone would need help. On the other hand, if it was a break in heading toward it only spelled danger....

Andreas lips thinned into a tight line, one filled with down curiosity and apprehension... She couldn't let him go alone, not if she ever wanted to be able to live with her conscience again. "Hey... wait up!"

Trotting behind, she caught up with him and shuffled along side quietly. She wasn't a hero... that much she knew... but, if there was some way she could help, (even if it was just using frightened shrieks to draw attention) she was willing to assume a heroic role. The image of herself and Kai sporting capes and spandex sprang to mind, and her frown twitched into a smile. Trying to sweep those thoughts away only brought on inquisitions about what color of spandex she would look best in, and whether or not they made synthetic gloves to match.... But, back to the issue at hand. "What do you think it was?" She whispered, as if there was some diabolical mastermind hiding just around the corner eavesdropping.

Why was it, that the 'gardeny type areas' were so neat and clean? Because some quiet ghost had walked past that erased all the not so pretty parts. And today the not so pretty part was weeding out the weeds. The crouching and pulling. The entering into a stack of different herbs, some of them even edible, most of them just a nuisance, that left every gardener cringing with hurt knees and an aching back. But fear not you cringing gardeners, or so the advertisements proclaimed, there are numerous companies who have in store for you the exact solution for your problems. More of a mixture really, concoction of different toxins interrupting maybe photosynthesis on a molecular level, these suspensions, highly toxic in themselves.

He was walking around with a yellow spraying flask as well as being clothed in some pretty attire. The all white of the one time painters gown was really pretty. Combined with a face mask, he looked really more like an alien then anything that should belong into this part of the Mansion grounds. And the matter of the fact was: This alien was hunting. Hunting for those little green things that marred the lawn. They got dosed with a healthy bit of the whatever that sloshed around in its yellow bottle. A something really, that he would not tell the origin of. Something that was a little bit more perhaps then the usual gardening chemical. A little bit more toxic? And would surely never again be seen in this incarnation on this earth. His earth.

He was a gardener after all. And totally harmless. With his poison spray. Doing harmless things. Just poisoning.

At least thats what he wanted to make everyone believe..... So the next tiny spark of other-green got its dose of herbicide, while his eyes continued scanning the ground.

-CRASH-

And he was curiously continuing his way down a road he had not previously included in his plans. It sounded after all, like breaking glass.

>>"I'm going to get closer..."

Oh dear... Getting closer? her eyes moved once more traveled to the house before them. A house which was getting closer with every step.. A crash echoed from within the house, and she caught sighed of a flash of a person darting off around the corner of the house. Blinking, she paused to glance around the street.... so many people were spying from within there homes, glancing around curtains and over couches, surely one of them had thought to call the police?...right?

"Are you sure we should?" She whispered back to Kai. Honestly she didn't like the idea of entering some strangers property... though, if it was to save someones life she could surely get over it, but still. Cowardly or not, she was not match for most people... let alone a brazen criminal. With a glance sideways at her cautious partner, she dearly hoped that he at least knew what he was doing. Drawing closer to the home, she got a better peek inside, from just outside the broken window. Shattered glass littering the ground made her glad that this time she was wearing actual shoes instead of slippers. The view from inside was a mess, more so that she would have expected. Chairs were over turned, anything that had previously been on tables or shelves had been thrown to the floor in a hurry. Andrea gulped, and spotted a figure darting quickly out the back of a hall way that connected to the living room.

"Kai! There!"

Her hushed, panicked words were accompanied by lots of pointing and arm waving, as well as a little bouncing on her toes. Her adrenaline level shot through the roof, and for a moment she honestly though she would pass out as the living room in front of her tilted, then righted itself. She wasn't used to crime fighting...or any of the hand shaking nervousness it often brought with. She turned expectant eyes to Kai, waiting for him to make the first move. She would follow, it's what she always did... she just couldn't lead. Much too much pressure in leading.

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The yellow-bearing, white-coated man was, unlike his fellow pedestrians, be their presence as accidental as his, quite able to keep at least the appearance of a slow pace, nonetheless increasing in velocity as he walked up to the scene of the break-in, where only a broken window next to a broken tv was left of the unbidden intruder. And he was left alone with the broken window, as all others had decided to chase whomever had done this around the house and out of his sight. He tried to listen for them a short while, if maybe he could hear their voices, but the only thing he picked up was the rapid pace of running steps, heavily falling, down like raindrops, quenching the thirst, of the mind, not the ground. And so he saw what was in the house.


Two youngsters. One of them the distinctly green color of someone he had met already. But he couldn't quite place where. The other one was only barely visible. A hunched back. And something other, green too, was wiggling its way around. Weeds as he noted. Weeds growing at an alarming rate. Nothing new really for the gardener in him. Thats why he was carrying that bottle after all. But this green stuff had seen just a little too much of steroid to be still considered normal in its growing patterns. So Mutants? Also: They were kids. Strange kids. So his first action, rather then getting inside and helping them, was to get out a small black booklet from somewhere in those white clothes and reading up on a green girl.

While somewhere else, a thief was running around the house. To get to the streets probably. Where his car was parked. Somehow the loot would have to disappear after all. And the roadway was in his back, was it not? Running in circles. Back to them.

Nodding, Andrea grasped the offered hand and followed him further in. They passed by the abandoned TV, as well as a wall full of family pictures. Andrea spied a man and a woman with two children in a portrait- smiling brightly with their gazes all pointed off to the left just a little. A deep frown captured her lips, and she turned back to watch where she was going. "I feel so bad for the people who live here... it must be just terrible to have your home broken into..." As she walked, she made sure to step over things that had been knocked from a shelf to her left, including the shattered pieces of a vase. It would be terrible to slice her foot open this far from home... and bleeding all over another carpet was something to avoid as well. Off ahead of them, she heard footsteps heading their way and halted. Up ahead, silhouetted in the doorway to the kitchen, stood the thief.

"Kai...?" Andrea started, unsure of what exactly to do. She lifted a hand to her glasses, fiddling with them nervously. The boy seemed to pause, quietly considering how much of a threat they were, before he started forward again. Step by step he came closer to them, his hands moving to the back of his pants- where he withdrew a short bat that he had stuffed through his belt. Andrea felt an itching sensation creep up from the hand that Kai still held, and as they boy stepped ever closer- brandishing his bat threateningly- Andrea felt the sensation jump up her arm to swallow the rest of her body. She jerked her hand back out of Kai's grasp in surprise and ripped her coat off, convinced that there were bugs of some sort on her. Once the coat was on the floor however, and her arms were free, she spotted her flesh and screamed. Her arms had washed into pale peach... something she had not expected to see.

Turning, Andrea spotted herself in the reflection of a mirror behind her down the hall, and froze in her tracks. Brown hair... she had brown hair! Blinking, she reached up carefully to touch her cheek and realized suddenly that she could feel it through her gloves... On top of that, she realized that she was seeing herself in color- full color! Not just her coat or her gloves...
Overwhelmed, the Greek backed into the wall on the opposite side of the hall and ripped a glove off to stare at her warm flesh colored hand. The thief had been put off by her sudden freak out, and was standing a few arms lengths away watching the two who blocked his exit through wary eyes.

"Move!" Came his unsure demand.

As he found himself facing a rather odd, but not wholly unknown contestant in solving the near-mystery of broken window glass supporting a white tail and a horn it became quite clear to him, that everything was not as usual. Why was this person here, connected to him through channels that he wanted deeply buried around the mansion. He thought he had deeply buried. And meeting this man here, even for a second, was just not good at all. It was a crack showing up in a still perfectly good disguise. A crack he neither needed nor wanted.

Inventing new masks was something that took time and effort. Especially since he was a time manipulator and not someone who could change his face that much. Dirt did wonders sometimes though. As for his mask: Upon seeing his fellow conspirator his eyes beamed in recognition, while his expression hardened, giving away his darker thoughts. This mask was an honest one in regards to feelings. The gardener had nothing to hide after all.

So, while the trains of thoughts progressed still, the Immortal opened his mouth in return to answer the queries of his fellow kabalee. Only to let out a muffled and somewhat disbelieving huff at the plants which had suddenly started to act on their own and entangle the unicorned man. He could have sworn that these shrubs had been planted there with a purpose. But not with the one of ensnaring unsuspecting visitors. So the mutated batch of formerly decorative part of this suburban hinterland got, after he had taken a few careful steps in their direction, their healthy dose of the liquid sloshing around lazily in its container under his arm. Poison really was a good thing to have around he judged mentally, as his mouth opened a second time to greet the fellow mutant with more then action.

Something else happened instead.

There was pain.

Great pain.

And all he could do was groan.

The container dropped to the ground. The liquid protested.