Isabel was smack dab in the middle of a huge dilemma. she wasn't so sure she'd be able to get herself out of it safely or completely satisfied with the outcome of the decisions available to her. She paced along the length of her room distractedly, weighing to pros and cons of one decision over the other. Finally she heaved a sigh and cast a glance at her bedroom door and the numerous locks decorating one side of it. This was gonna suck, but maybe if she moved quickly enough and didn't talk to anyone she'd be able to come away from it unmolested.

Not long before she'd realized her mistake, Isabel had barricaded herself into her room and settled down for an afternoon of drinking on her lonesome when she'd realized that her pilfered supply of alcohol was pitifully insufficient for such plans. Of course, she hadn't realized she had such a problem before she'd finished off what was left in a rather large, thought mostly empty, bottle of vodka and a beer or two.

And thus her dilemma was as such; either stay in her room while only mildly tipsy, try to read a book or maybe crawl into bed real early, or she could venture out into the Sanctuary to raid the kitchens again and risk whatever social interactions might be hoisted upon her during her journey. From past experiences drinking when not locked into her room by herself had never turned out very well and she wasn't so sure she wanted to risk it.

However, at the same time there weren't very many newcomers to the Sanctuary at the current moment and any that she had seen seemed to be the type to give her a wide berth. Maybe it wouldn't be such a problem. Up to the kitchens and right back again. Nice, quick, and easy. She'd just need enough for the one night until she was sober again the next day and could raid the kitchens more efficiently.

With another sigh she made up her mind and crossed her room to the door and undid the locks with only a little difficulty before stepping into the hallway and heading in the direction of the kitchens. Her pace was somewhat quicker than normal, but not too fast. She didn't want to trip over something on the floor or even her own feet before she got to her destination and back. She really didn't want to be drawing that kind of attention to herself on such a dangerous mission.

She couldn't help grinning when she passed into the kitchen, having successfully made it there without any problems. It was already past lunch and not quite dinner time just yet, so the kitchen was relatively empty still, which made it all that much easier for her to go about her business. If there wasn't anyone hanging around the room, then she wouldn't have to threaten to kill anyone if they bothered her.

Feeling much more confident in the decision that she had made she set about climbing on top of counters and raiding cabinets to find something interesting, effective or both that she could consume once she made it back to her room and settled down yet again.

Enders held the beautiful woman in his arms as they lay together. For once in a long time he felt the happiness so long ago forgotten finally beginning to fill his soul again, sure it was all gonna end in a flash of light but what did he care he wasn’t in New York City anymore wasn’t his problem. Turning his head he looked towards the raven haired beauty that rest in the crook of his arm and reaching over he gently moved a lock of hair from her sleeping face. The Marine lay back in his bed a true genuine smile forming onto his face as he held the memories of the last two hours in his mind it didn’t matter what her brothers thought about him or what he was as long as he had his dark haired goddess everything would be okay.

If it had been a month earlier Enders would have heard the truck door shut outside or even the sound of approaching footsteps on the front porch but now he was content, and with it came passiveness.

In a deafening boom the lock on the small cabin door exploded in a flurry of splinters and in an instant the former, or was is it future, Hero of Haven was on his feet his right hand already encasing itself in a crystal shard prepared to drive itself into the heart of anyone stupid enough to attempt to take away his happiness. As the high pitched whistle started to die down he heard the yelling from beside him. “Jimmy stop this now!” “No, he’s a freak he has to die, no sister of mine is gonna be with some freak!” Enders heard the shotgun hammer click back and in an instant and a burst of light his world shattered again.

Enders bolted upright sweat covering his brow, his breathing heavy and labored. Scanning around the room he looked desperately for some sign of where he was his eyes running over the nondescript room. The Marine wasn’t one for decorating and it showed in his room as nothing that showed any indication of the type of person that slept there. The only things that separated this room from any other was the few empty liqueur bottles that rest on most every flat surface, the several holes that littered the walls and ceiling from nights like tonight and the long double barrel shotgun that sat alone in the corner. Raising his hand up he reached to rub the images from his mind stopping only inches from clawing his eyes out as he noticed the crystal encasing his hand.

Flexing his hand a few times the crystals shrank and disappeared back into his hand and swinging his legs off the side of the bed he hunched over resting his elbow on his thigh and his head in his hand trying to relieve the slight pressure that was building up behind his eyes. The crystal manipulator ears perched as he heard someone stumbling down the hall in a failed attempt to be quiet, an action he had attempted several times before, and dropping his hand from his face the devil dog lifted the small alarm clock on the end table and stared at the glowing red numbers. It was still relatively early in the day and the Enders silently cursed himself for passing out after working out and cleaning himself that morning.

Standing up he stretched out his arms letting all the kinks stretch themselves out from being still for so long after working out as he finished he rubbed the slight gruff that covered his face before moving over to the dresser and quickly removing a black t-shirt and jeans from the draw. Slipping them on he moved towards the door and slipped out into the hall, glancing around he was a bit surprised at the surprising lack of people moving to and fro in the mutant asylum but either way he didn’t care he was hungry and could really use a drink so he turned and made his way towards the kitchen. Entering into the kitchen he quickly scanned the room his old habits never really seeming to die off, the only thing that stuck out was the shapely legs standing on top of the counters attached to a body that was shifting through the cabinets in an attempt to find something to drink.

Letting his gaze linger he followed up the woman's legs taking in the full sight of the seemingly intoxicated pilferer and it wasn’t until his eyes landed on the face that his brain clicked as to who he had been staring at this whole time and crossing his arms over his chest he felt his power begging to be set free beneath his skin. Isabel Duskmoor a woman the future him had set his mind to wanting to give a long painful death that she deserved, a woman who’s rear end he had just been checking out and a woman who was now standing in front of him liqueured up and going in for more. Joe had met her once before when he had walked in on a very odd assembly of individuals his first day at the Sanctuary but no pleasantries had been exchanged he knew Aura, she was the one who invited him to this place and as it stood that was still pretty much the only person here he knew and that was only just barely. But he didn’t know how much the Bone Queen remembered from that future dream so many seemed to have, hell her even being able to recognize him if she did remember would be surprising considering how much different he looked then. Either way the image of driving a shard through her eye socket was to tempting to let an opportunity like this go to waste, just play nice with her get her a bit drunker then strike. That was the plan.

“Rough day for you too huh?” His voice was deep but he did his best to keep all contempt and hatred out of it, he was here to play nice, both victims of bad lives and tortured dreams looking for a quiet night at the bottom of a bottle. “Mind passing down the whiskey?”

Isabel had discovered a small bottle of scotch at the back of one of the high cabinets and was mulling it over in her mind. She hadn't had scotch before and was wondering what it might taste like. However, she had also heard that mixing different kinds of alcohol was a bad idea and often lead to a sick stomach and a nasty headache the next morning. It was probably safer to stick to vodka or maybe beer, whichever she found first. Beer was probably safer than something stronger.

Another minute of searching uncovered the former. Or at least, it felt like a minute. She wasn't so good at keeping time once her head began to spin a little. Her fingers had just closed around the neck of the slim bottle when a voice addressed her. She  nearly slipped off the counter in her surprise, just barely managing to keep her balance by clamping a hand onto the bottom lip of the cabinet.

Once she regained her footing, she swung around to see who it was that had caught her, not having recognized the gruff voice. One hand still wrapped around the bottle and the other clutching the cabinet, she glared down at the stranger wondering how much trouble she'd be in if she tried to skewer him inside the Sanctuary. Fortunately for him she wasn't entirely confident in her ability to properly aim at the moment. Killing inside the Sanctuary wasn't something she normally did, either. Vaguely she though she remembered some old saying about 'don't kill where you sleep' or something like that.

Without even bothering to check the cabinet for the requested drink, she lowered herself down onto the counter and then the floor, continuing to glare as she went. She had done so well making it to the kitchens without being accosted and then this fool had to go and ruin everything before she'd had the chance to make her getaway.

"Your hands don't look broken. Get it yourself," she snapped, the bottle in her hand flipping around so that she gripped it more like a weapon than a drink. She'd smash it over his head and storm back to her room empty handed if need be. And it'd serve him right for startling her and making assumptions. Just because she was drinking so early in the afternoon didn't mean she was having a hard time of anything.

Enders raised an eyebrow as the bone Queen nearly fell from the counter at the sound of his voice, she was certainly drunk maybe he should just go for it now end this whole thing right here and now. As she caught herself and scowled at the Marine he couldn’t help the small grin the creeped onto his face at her obvious disapproval of his appearance. As she slinked down from the counter top he kept his eyes locked with her and as she came to rest Joe was a bit surprised how tall she was as they stood across from each other. “Your hands don’t look broken. Get it yourself,” So she’s either not drunk enough or alcohol doesn’t change her personality at all, the crystal manipulator thought to himself silently as she flipped the small bottle of liqueur around in her hand ready to strike.

In a flash his hand shot out and wrapped around her fist as it clenched to the bottle, stepping closer to her he reached up over Isabel with his other hand and grabbed a tall bottle of Jameson out of the cabinet keeping his eyes locked with the bone demon.

“Lets not go doing something were going to regret like wasting alcohol.” Joe said as he reached over her their bodies nearly touching the whole time he readied himself for the possibility of a bone spike through the chest. He was playing a dangerous game now but while he knew a few facts about the young woman standing in front of him her actual personality was a bit of a mystery, and for the love of God he hoped this worked out. Stepping back he released her hand and quickly began to unscrew the top of the bottle he clutched.

“You always in such a good mood lady, or is it just that you can’t handle your liqueur?” Joe asked sarcastically before raising the bottle up to his lips and taking a long swig of his drink letting the brown liquid burn its way down his throat. Lowering the bottle Enders inhaled as he looked at Isabel as far as he could tell she didn’t remember him in the least which worked well for the crystal manipulator as knowledge was power and it seemed like Enders was holding the cards tonight.

Isabel gave a small cry of surprised outrage when the stranger's hand shot out and enclosed the one she had wrapped around the bottle. For a second she thought of shattering the glass to spite and injure him, but quickly realized that she'd likely be taking the brunt of the damage and decided against it. She could deal with leaving empty-handed for the time being, but if she would up bleeding she'd have to get even.

She yanked her arm back in an attempt to wrench her hand out of his but his sudden forward movement rendered her actions unsuccessful. She tried to maintain the distance between them but only wound up cracking her spine painfully against the edge of the counter as she stepped back. No one ever dared to get that close to her unless they wanted to earn themselves several new puncture wounds or worse. However, foggy as her mind was starting to get and startled by the unexpected movement, she was momentarily rendered frozen in her surprise, back aching as she was stuck against the counter while he rummaged for a bottle of his own.

The breath she hadn't realized she was holding released as he stepped back and relinquished his hold on her hand. Her glare quickly fell back into place as she straightened her posture and removed her spine from the counter's edge. She watched the bottle swing up to his mouth and back down again after his snarky comment. A small spike of bone was forming in her hand as he spoke and as soon as the hand holding his bottle fell into a resting position, she loosed the projectile in its direction, aiming to shatter it. "You should probably quit while you're ahead. Before you get any dumber."

Enders felt the weight disappear from his hand as the sound of glass shattered in the quiet kitchen and a look of disappointment spread onto his face. “You should probably quit while you're ahead. Before you get any dumber." Letting out a sigh he turned and looked at the bone shard that now lay embedded in the side of the island he leaned against then pulling the bottle up to observe he quickly tossed the remaining glass into the sink. Reaching back he gripped onto the bone shard and pulled it out of the wood with one yank. Glancing down at the shard he looked back at Isabel.

“Whats the matter Bones, not feeling social?” Enders crystalized the bone sliver letting his crystal cover the shard before flicking his wrist letting the crystal bone hybrid loose from his grip planting itself firmly in the ground at the bone queens feet. Crossing his arms the Marine looked at Isabel. He let his eyes roam her for a minute evaluating her before letting them come back to rest with her own.

“Names Joe, maybe we should try this again.” Enders didn’t bother to put out a hand to shake he could tell it was pointless to try. If he wanted to get an opportunity to end her tonight though he was better off using honey rather than vinegar.

A smirk slid onto Isabel's face as a look if disappointment settled on the stranger's, her small projectile having successfully found its target. It was just a shame that she'd missed his fingers. He'd already all but ruined her attempt at having a quiet afternoon by herself, and as such he deserved some rain on his own parade. The look on his face really was priceless.

"I don't play well with others," she said, watching with only minimal curiosity as he removed her spike from the kitchen island before encasing it in something of his own design. She didn't flinch as it hit the floor at her feet, swaying slightly as gravity struggled to pull it fully to the ground but ultimately failing as the point remained buried. The urge to pick it up and examine it rose, but she wasn't about to bend over to retrieve it and expose her neck and back in the process. Especially not when he kept looking her up and down like he was.

Her smirk faded into a scowl as his eyes roamed up and down, the odd hybrid material on the floor forgotten in her sudden desire to bury her fist in his face. Thankfully she hadn't taken her shoes off before she'd left her room, which meant she could safely trod on the broken glass if she did decide to step toward him and follow through with that temptation.

At least he wasn't quite stupid enough to try offering his hand with his introduction. She crossed her arms with a huff to show that she wouldn't have accepted it either way and wouldn't if he changed his mind about extending his arm. "You must be new. Everyone here knows who I am. How long ago did you crawl out from under your rock exactly?" Isabel was never opposed to bragging about herself and her accomplishments, but at this point in their encounter she wasn't yet wiling to give him any information without a bit of a fight first.

"I don't play well with others," Well that much was blatantly obvious, the Marine thought to himself as he ran his eyes over the curvaceous terrorist. "You must be new. Everyone here knows who I am. How long ago did you crawl out from under your rock exactly?" Enders knew who the Bone Queen was in the dark future he had seen, he knew what she became through the trails that future exerted on them both, who she was now though Enders did have to admit to himself she was a bit of a mystery. An angry, violent, blood soaked mystery.

“We’ve crossed paths about a year ago, though your name wasn’t given there then either though.” The crystal warrior flashed back to his entrance to the Mansion walking in on some meeting with several apparent decision makers at this place, a few freaks and big guns, and one politician. Enders did his best to forget about that day choosing to not get involved in any machinations that the Sanctuary was planning instead only staying in the mutant hotel at night, coming home usually later than most of the other residents dared stay up.

Though the last time the Bone Queen and Crystal Knight had met was not a year ago, or rather hadn’t even come to be yet. The pair sat across from each other politely pretending to not know each’s identity as they flirted openly in an attempt to try to draw information out of each other while the other was inebriated. All that ended up coming from that interaction was a lot of flirting and touching with a whole lot of lies and misdirections filling the air. Fortunetly Enders could easily recognize the pre-apocalypse Isabel while as far as he could tell still remained a unknown party to her.

“Frankly lady I could care less who you are, all I wanted tonight was a nice quiet drink and you’ve seem to have gone and ruined that, so for disrupting my night you owe me.” Enders had never poked a hornets nest as a child but as he goaded the brown haired beauty he imagined this sense of danger and exhilaration was what such an act must have felt like, he only hopped that the honey was worth the sting. Dropping his arms to his side he stepped towards the Bone manipulator. “Now how bout you stop trying to pretend like your some Amazonian Queen and pass me a drink.” Enders hadn’t meant for the reference to slip but as it filled the air between them he stood face to face with her his eyes hard with that familiar sense of willingness for a challenge shining in them.

"My name's been everywhere else," she shot back, quickly growing tired of being in the stranger's company. The bottle was starting to feel uncomfortably heavy in her hand and she'd have liked to be able to either retreat back to her room peacefully with her possession or settle for giving it up if it meant getting rid of him in the process, violently if need be. She could deal with being only a little tipsy if it meant she got her share of blood in return.

She positively bristled when he decided to sling his accusations at her. She had ruined his plans for quiet drinking. She had ruined his plans? Now he was just trying to start a fight outright. And she was more than willing to give it to him if he wanted it that badly. One could only tred on thin ice for so long before it cracked.

This time when he stepped forward she refused to retreat, though her arms dropped down to either side of her body. He wasn't intimidating. They were just about the same height, and though he was more muscular, she was willing to bet she could outmaneuver him with both her body and her mutation. He could posture all he wanted, but she wasn't going to back down.

The Amazon comment did catch her off guard, but she hid it from her face rather admirably. She'd spent a lot of time pretending that it had been just a dream or that she didn't remember it at all when it came up in conversation between her and a few people she knew. There was no way in hell she'd let anything slip to a guy she'd just met. Most people that had shared the dream knew her anyway. She was just as high profile a criminal then as she was in the current time, so chances were he was just another nobody that knew her face. She pushed it out of her mind, refusing to let it distract her and take away from the current situation. He was looking for trouble and she was going to give it to him.

"You want a drink? Fine. Have a drink." and with that her arm came up and she swung her bottle at his face.

“You wan’t a drink. Fine. Have a drink.” The Marine saw the muscles in the woman's arm flex, watched as she pulled her arm back and up in an attempt to gain speed and strength in her strike. His eyes didn’t move from her own as she let her arm swing forward bottle racing towards the side of his face, and he didn’t let his expression falter as the clap of skin against skin filled the air of the quiet kitchen. Enders was a trained warrior he was capable of reading the telegraphing of other fighters trained to hide their strikes like himself, so someone who hadn’t been taught like the Bone Queen was easy to read especially with her angered. Enders hand lay clutched around the woman's wrist holding it in place with ease and as he let a grin slide onto his face his hand quickly covered itself in crystals as he formed a crystal gauntlet around his hand and forearm.

“I prefer my drinks in a cup but thanks.” Turning he pulled the bottle from her hand he quickly released her wrist with a slight push and he quickly moved from in front of Isabel walking around to the other side of the large granite island that lay in the center of the room. As he moved his hand reabsorbed the crystal gauntlet he had formed finishing as he stood opposite the bonemancer the large counter between them a fresh pair of glasses placed on the counter.

“How bout that drink now?” Enders offered as he opened and poured the contents into the glasses filling each about half way before placing the bottle back onto the counter with the lid remaining off and discarded to the side. With a light shove he slid the glass across the counter towards the angry woman.

“So it seems that we have gotten off on the wrong foot.” The Marine said as he lifted the glass to his lips and took a swig of the delicious liquid, his eyes performing a quick scan of the woman again as he looked for distinguishing features. They rested momentarily on the scars that wrapped her wrist but moved quickly as he lowered the glass.

“Most people call me Enders...” The devil dog knew that if she had any recollection of the future she would recall the name and the mask he wore in that nightmare future and remember that interesting night they spent together but if not then it was really inconsequential.

“Are all the residents as cordial as you?” Enders asked he had only met a few thus far and most of that involved fighting as well.

Isabel didn't flinch as her arm was caught, though the force of the sudden impact left her skin stinging and would no doubt leave a red mark quickly enough. He scowl deepened as a layer of glass-like growth slid between his hand and her wrist. She was just starting to wonder how fragile it was when her arm was released and the young man retreated to the opposite side of the granite island. He might have been acting tough, but retreating in such a manner usually indicated intimidation. In the very least it said to her that he had some level of concern over his bodily well being when standing so close to her. Maybe he wasn't completely stupid after all.

She caught the glass as it slid in her direction more out of reflex than desire to save it or its contents. She watched him take a drink in between his constant yammering and attempts to small talk, her temper gradually growing all the while. She made no move to lift her own glass off of the counter top, instead letting it rest where she'd caught it as her fingers tightened around it to the point of discomfort.

A debate over whether to throw the glass at his head or smash it on the floor was quickly running through her mind, with the decision leaning more toward the latter, when the familiar name was offered. The glass in her hand shattered.

She couldn't help the slight widening of her eyes and the falter in her glare at the mention. She remembered that name attached to an individual that she'd spent a rather embarrassing night trying to coax useful information out of. In the future it was normal behavior for her. She'd come out of her shell and wasn't at all afraid of using whatever methods she deemed necessary to get what she wanted. In the current time, however, such behavior was mortifying.

The feeling of a steady trickle of blood slipping through her fingers brought her back to the present, though she didn't yet release her hold on the shards of glass even as their sharp edges and the alcohol stung. She could patch the gashes up easily enough so she wasn't yet going to draw any more attention to the injuries than she already had. She'd continue to feign ignorance, even if it was mostly useless at this point.

"I guess that depends on whether you harass the other residents, too. Most people aren't too agreeable when some knuckle dragger refuses to leave them alone. You'd better learn to take a hint or you're gonna wind up dead," she replied, finally scattering the bloodied bits of glass across the counter as she did so, along with a healthy spatter of blood. Her hand was starting to stitch itself back together even before it came to rest across her chest as she crossed her arms again.