sunny side up YOUR FACE (Emerald)

The day had been normal, everything had been just fine. Emerald sat in the dinner with a Milkshake in front of her, drinking it intently. She had already scarfed down an entire plate of food, her tail still wagging from when she did so. On occasion, she would take in the scents of everyone around her, making sure she would be able to track them if necessary. Despite the fact that she was in the back booth, farthest away from the door, she knew that she could always catch up with the perpetrator if necessary.

This was because she simply didn’t like the bad guy getting away and would do anything to stop the injustice they were committing. That and the fact that Emerald Lupin really enjoyed beating up bad guys, hoping to finally find and opponent that was on her level that was not absolutely insane. Thus far she hadn’t exactly had a good track record for finding non crazy opponents, maybe with the exception of Isabel, then again If Isabel wasn’t crazy to Emerald maybe Emerald herself was crazy. Whatever it was,
Emerald still enjoyed a good old fashioned brawl and so when someone broke a bottle on the Restaurants door, shouting out in a drunken rage, Emerald knew she would be in for a fight. The distinct yell seemed to echo as another man joined in the jovial yelling of “Stupid mutants.”

Moe’s place seemed to get a lot of trouble from not only human patrons but mutants as well. It wasn’t like the place was perfect and it tried it’s best to peacefully co-exist the two different types of people by giving them good, greasy dinner food. It succeeded on the most part but at times, it needed some help keeping the peace. That was where she came in, being a old friend of Moe had its perks, one of them being the fact that Moe was willing to pay her 500 dollars per week in order for her to keep the peace. It also helped that Moe was loaded, his family being rolling in it and he himself had made a fortune. He lived modestly though, not liking to flaunt he fact that he had plenty of money and truly didn’t need to work in order to live comfortably.

Back to the story though, it would seem that the potbellied one would be the easiest target, due to the rather large target on his gullet. His friend was a few feet away from him so essentially; kill two birds with one stone.

The she-wolf would take her napkin dispenser from her table and oh so casually threw it at full force at the poor drunk. It connected, the man whirring around with his drunken face filled with rage.

“Why did you throw that at me you stupid mutant,” The Man began, rubbing his head a little. With his booze filled gaze, he watched the one who threw the cleaning cloth filled object of rise. A stupid grin, flitted across the man’s face when he saw that it was a girl that threw it at him. “Hey, if you didn’t have that tail you’d be kind of hot. I can cut it off for you if you want, I’m sure there a knife round here somewhere.” He grumbled, searching around in his pants pocket instead of the very obvious knives for cutting butter right next to him. He triumphantly retrieved a plastic spoon and grinned.

Emerald stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, almost feeling sorry for the stupid drunks who had stumbled into the bar.

“You stupid mutant girl.” He drawled out, still apparently enraged, and now wielding a spoon. He “ran” towards her swinging his spoon arm wildly.

Almost, being the key word. Emerald sighed and, holding back her full strength, pushed the man back, hard enough so he would stumble into his companion and bowl him over, but not hard enough to say slam him into a wall.

The wolf girl looked at the two fallen men with a bit of pity in her eyes, seeing that they are clearly drunk off of their butts. “Alright, you boys have 2 options, one leave and two leave or I will beat you up. I don’t really wanna go with two because you guys seem drunk and fighting with someone who is drunk is no fun for me.” Emerald explained as simply as she possibly could.

OOC: If you want them to be more threatening go right ahead but for now they are spoon guys.

The two lugs didn’t move at all, a little drool coming out of one of bumbling oafs’ mouths.They weren't knocked out, just dazed a little from the blow. These sort of things tended to happen when Emerald did anything violent, really. It’s not like she didn’t know her own strength. She did. She just had this terrible habit of enjoying knocking people out when they pissed her off but only if they deserved it.

The wolf girl then heard a voice and saw Shin, the guy she spent some time with during the whole “Police Training Fiasco.” The guy was a real teacher’s pet, from what she remembered, and practically ate out of the hands of the new “leader” of the X-Men. He preached the same thing that Cold Steel did: no violence, let the police handle things, and try to talk things out with those who are trying to hurt you. A non-violent approach to situations that oftentimes required violence or at least muscle to solve.

However, it didn’t seem that Emerald would even have to say anything, because an already drunk, violent, punk decided it would be a good idea to throw a napkin holder at Shin, causing him to be knocked forwards. The good thing was Emerald didn’t really have to talk to make her point. The thrower of the napkin holder had already made that point for her. The wolf girl rushed and caught the falling Asian man with one strong arm, spinning him around so he would instead fall back into one of more private booths that the diner had. It had nice, comfortable red upholstery that was more than comfortable to fall onto.

The good thing about this whole thing was that there were only four customers, two of which being Emerald and Shin, so this little scandal wouldn’t affect business all that much. Another good thing about this was that the other two customers were Ms. Josephine and Ms. Marry Anne from the local poker club; They were old women in their mid-seventies. Josephine was a gun-toting, all-American, human woman, and Mary Anne was also a gun-toting, all-American woman, but she had x-ray vision. Both of these women came to Moe’s to play a quick game of poker before they went back to the nursing home.

What did this have to do with current predicament?

Well, when Emerald charged the guy and slammed her fist into his stomach, the two women sprang to life, showing why they were so great to have around.

“Hell yes! You get those ruffians out of here before we shoot them!” They yelled in unison , hollering at the greatness of Emerald’s punch. She would brace herself and slam into the other man in a tackle-like fashion, once again knocking him into the other male.

Emerald couldn’t help the grin that crept across her face as she promptly secured the drunkards with the rope that was handed to her by Joe, the tall skinny waiter.

“Yeah, I’m not calling the police until I do my job. I’m like a bouncer, after all,” Emerald told Shin, with a sly grin, as she fastened the knot around the two drunkards.

Judging by the words (or gibberish), the blood, and how he asked for a healer, it would seem that Shin was badly hurt. The werewolf had already tied up the ruffians when she noticed this and had gotten close enough to Shin to notice the blood on his hand and the way he was talking.

Man, I had no idea this guy had such a soft head. I’ve been hit with rocks bigger than that napkin holder and I didn't get a concussion. Also what kind of idiot tries to call the police when they step in the middle of a fight? This guys a damn pansy. Emerald thought as she went to fetch the healer of the diner. Every once and a while, Emerald would forget that not everyone was a battle hardened veteran like she was or that they didn't have a head that was as hard as a rock. After all the times the girl had been hit in the head, people should be surprised there was no type of damage

Emerald would walk through the door that lead into the kitchen and would stay back there for a few moments only to come out with another person. The man that approached Shin was a heavy set male with tanned skin, brown hair and a corny Hawaiian T-shirt.

"Looks like you have a concussion, brotha, "The male stated, nodding a little. "Lemme treat you. Emerald, go take these criminals to the Police Station a few blocks away, you know how to handle it child."

The wolf girl nodded a little, hoisting the two bound ruffians over her shoulder with a grunt. "Got it, Doc. You take care of him best you can. I can't afford his ass dying after all. Don't need to give need that blockhead Headmaster another reason to not like me."

With that, Emerald left the scene, leaving Shin alone with the man for a moment. The "Doc" as Emerald called him, took a deep breath, mumbling a few things under his breath before a green daisy grew from his hand. He plucked the rooted flower easily and handed it to Shin.

"Place the flower onto your wounded skull and it will ease all your worries before spreading its healing pollen onto your scalp making you feel whole again." The man told him

Emerald, in the meantime, came back to the diner right after Shin was told to place the Flower on his head. "Officer Marty and Steve were apparently on their way here to get some food anyways, so I just met them outside. They are going to deliver those two mooks to justice." The wolf girl grinned; smiling broadly at the old man’s healing technique.

OOC: Basically, the guy can heal people by growing flowers from his hands that first relaxes the patient then heals their ailments. He’s older so he has had a lot of time to practice this. Deeper wounds require more time and larger flowers. He can’t heal scars though, for those are too old for him to heal, he can only heal things shortly after they have occurred. The oldest wound he can heal is a day old. He can’t heal mental wounds, IE psychological disorders. He also can’t heal internal wounds like kidney failure, for that he would have to operate. Also, all his flowers are green for some reason.

The flower soon blossomed on the back of his head, releasing a pain killing pollen, just before latching onto his head. It would heal the wound he had as well as cure the concussion with relative ease. The large hawaiin man would smile at his curing flower and would remove it after about 20 seconds.

It was at this point he lumbered away from the other man, now that his concussion was completely healed. He would turn to Emerald for a moment and nod, walking away with a large smile on his face.

The she-wolf would walk up on the other side of the booth she through She through Shin in. Knowing he would have been fully healed and would have no excuse to babble on like he did before.

"So... your head is as soft as a baby's head. I'm just letting you know because you just got rocked by a napkin holder. Congrats." While what Emerald said was cruel to the core, it was true to her at least.

"A lucky shot? Yeah okay. Got it, Champ," Emerald said with a slight roll of her eyes. Clearly, it was only because he was taken off guard, it's not like any one else could survive a clearly lethal Napkin holder to the head.

The question about her knocking people in the jaw often got her a little irritated though. She loved how everyone clearly thought she was some sort of psychopath who enjoyed Violence. Not as someone who saved people on a daily bases. Nope, just call her Genghis Khan, the werewolf.

"Well, I'm on the clock and my job here is to make sure no one starts trouble at the diner. They didn't listen to reason and a bit of muscle, so I dealt with it accordingly. And by the way, no I don't just punch people in the jaw that often, I'm not a damn psycho. I tried to talk to them but they just decided to be stupid so I did my job." Emerald explained,a low growl escaping her lips.

Maybe she was getting a little defensive, but since she now had to once again explain herself to another "teammate" about her way of doing things. She would once again get lecture on how violence was wrong and then get passed over for the damn missions. Tonight seemed like a good night for Shred to patrol, it had been a while since the real Shred had last seen the city.

Could have been worse? you got a concussion from a freaking Napkin holder, how do you survive in normal fights? Emerald thought to herself as she idly ran her hands through her hair.

"You're welcome," Emerald started but then of course he asked about the whole X-man thing, which made her grind her teeth a little. Oh right, she was a member of that team. While she knew she was an X-man the way she hadn't been getting into the missions recently really didn't make her feel like one. "Yeah, been traveling, visiting family had to clear my head