Night had well taken over the city, and things seemed to be just as ordinary as usual as Ty--or rather, Officer Nelson Muntz--patrolled the streets.

Yes, the ginger-haired troublemaker, thief, and all around lawbreaker, was on the Police force for the holiday season. Panu had an idea for a great Christmas present for the boss, and figured it would be a good idea to have someone on the other side, hindering the process while pretending to do good.

Somehow, the kid thought Ty made the perfect candidate for this, but hey...the kid was only eight, so maybe he was prone to mistakes. Nonetheless, here he was, late at night, patrolling the streets in the nerdy-ass navy uniform and the lame-ass hat. But the kid seemed to have faith in the ginger, because he did let Ty borrow Skoll for the evening, and the META walked by Ty's side "sniffing" out the bombs that were left.

Well, more or less sniffing out good places to plant them. He sighed adjusting his badge a little. "This is lame..." he grumbled, looking at the robo-dog, whose tail was wagging happily.

Well, at least this was for the good of Ragnarok. Hopefully after tonight, he wouldn't have to don this stupid uniform for awhile. He could just feel his dignity fading with every passing second.

As unsure as Isabel was about Ragnarok as a whole, she had to admit they were setting their plans in motion in a fairly impressive way. Hiding bombs throughout the city was definitely a good way to go to incite a little panic and general chaos. She also figured it would keep the other faction members occupied enough to let her do her own thing without too much scrutiny.

She was still a bit on edge after her probably a little too reckless chat with the X. Having such a tentative alliance was wearing on her nerves and the ever present possibility that she could be either found out or thrown under the bus was only making it worse. She didn't even want to think of all the other nonsense that was happening in her life on top of it all. She was agitated more often than not and it was making her irritable and restless.

Getting out into the city was a decent way to blow off a little steam, if only by way of wandering around until she tired herself out. Most people still afforded her a fairly wide berth, but with such a large bomb threat hanging over everyone's heads there was little worry and attention left over to spare on her. Her also not knowing where all of the bombs were allowed her to keep herself from falling too far into her own thoughts and focus more on what was going on around her instead.

Fortunately the city had no shortage of excitement as of late. Or unfortunately, depending on how it was viewed. There certainly wasn't any shortage of cops skulking around at all hours and they were quite a temptation. However, with those damn robots roaming around with them it was increasingly difficult to get a good shot at any one of them. Tension was running too high and none of them seemed to feel secure enough to wander around without some kind of backup. Get into a fight with too many of the boys in blue and she'd be treading that 'no rampage' line a little too closely. It wouldn't do to have her midsection split open in he middle of a scuffle. Or to have to deal with a Zephyr lecture on top of it. Ew.

But as luck would have it she managed to run across one cop foolish enough to be wandering around on is own, save for one of those dogbots following after him. But two one one was still mostly fair considering her experience with slaughtering badge toting idiots and the dogs did seem to be one of the less imposing models from the new line of Stalkers. It was just too easy. The guy was like a sitting duck. Isabel's poor impulse control just could not stand up to such a temptation.

Trying to stay behind the guy and out of his line of sight she formed a small spike of bone in her hand, tapering it to a point at both ends before loosing it in his direction, aiming to lance one of his legs. They were so much more fun to chase when they had a limp.

For some unexplained reason, Ty wasn't as attentive as usual. Maybe the cop uniform was getting to his head, and he may have forgotten that there were people like him out there who gave cops hell. Or maybe he was just caught up in the job at hand. Or maybe there was no explanation and he was--as usual--in the wrong place at the wrong time.

As he was walking down an alley, a searing pain suddenly shot through his left leg. Strings of expletives went flying as he stumbled, turning around to look behind him. His hand reached toward the wound out of instinct, but as the warm blood made contact with his fingers, he let his palm find the denim, writing a short random series of images onto his pants for no other reason than the intimidation factor. As always, his eyes glowed red, piercing the darkness as he imparted the thoughts while his other hand went for his six-inch stiletto, the one weapon he always had on him.

Actually, the only thing he had on him that was standard issue, besides the uniform, was a pair of handcuffs, which Panu was likely not getting back. His eyes scanned the alley, looking for something, but then...he noticed something was...off.

In all the commotion, Skoll was just...standing there, wagging his tail. "What the ****!?!" he spat, those three words pretty much summing up all of his thoughts and feelings at once right now.

His heart raced as his leg developed it's own matching pulse, causing him to wince. He was starting to feel something he hadn't felt in awhile. A feeling he hadn't felt since he'd fled to Kansas. Ty was afraid. He knew that with pain surging through his leg, he wouldn't be any good in a fight, and he sure as hell wasn't running anywhere.

For once in his life, Ty fisher was wishing he had a gun, even if it broke his own loose moral code. But he did know one thing.

There was no way he was going to die in a G-D cop uniform...

Bullseye. A grin spread over Isabel's face as she hit her target and bit her tongue to keep from laughing under the slight giddiness that gripped her as the cop issued a flurry of foul language. It had been far too long since she'd decided to terrorize anyone and now she was wishing she hadn't been quite so well behaved lately. It was just far too much fun, not to mention an excellent way to blow off some steam and exercise her frustration rather than having to deal with it on a more internal level. It was much more fun to take it out on someone else.

The eye glowing was unexpected, though. Not that she didn't already know that the cops had some mutants working for them but somehow it was still always a bit jarring to run across one. Working for such an anti-mutant institution just didn't make sense to her, but she was more than happy to put them in the ground if they hated mutants that much.

Isabel had been trying to remember to keep an eye on the bot even as she got a little absorbed in her excitement. She had figured the little monster would be much more trouble than the cop it was shadowing, but in another twist the the thing didn't seem to be all that concerned about anything, wagging it's horrible little tail and imitating the friendly behavior of a real dog. It was still an awful little machine, but now it was awful in a less intimidating kind of way. Hopefully if it was going to play nice it just meant it would be easier to turn it into scrap after she'd maimed the cop some more.

"Not too bright, walking around all alone," she said, her grin still in place as she formed another blade in her hand and started to circle the young man. Hitting them from out of sight was fun initially, but a fight just wasn't as interesting if she killed them without playing with them a bit first. "Bomb threats, wide-spread panic. Someone could get hurt."

Ty tried to ignore the searing pain in his leg as his assailant came into view. Seeing it was a woman, he swore under his breath some more. He'd sort of wished it had been a man, because in his experience they were far more predictable. As she started to circle him, Skoll sat down, tail still wagging.

"Something tells me I'm not exactly who you think I am," he hissed, trying to follow her movements as best he could. The ginger was built for his speed and agility, which his entire skill set from stealing to escape and even fighting, was built upon. And in one fell swoop, that was taken away from him.

And now, with the stupid META just sitting around like a freaking lap-dog, Ty was a sitting duck. Or a fish out of water. Little by little, he took a step towards the nearby building, at least with his back against a wall, he could see her every move.

"If you don't get hurt every now and then, you really aren't doing much of anything," he replied, icy blue eyes narrowed. With every passing moment, his initial fear was slowly turning into anger. He wasn't going to let fear of anyone or anything control his life ever again.

The blade of his knife flipped open. Again, it wouldn't help much because he was impaired, but the knife was all he had. No gun, no taser, no pepper spray. He had handcuffs, but...those didn't really seem applicable to the situation at hand. Maybe if he got out of this in one piece he could save those for later.

"As if I care who you really are." A cop was a cop was a cop. She'd heard some version of 'do you know who I am' from her targets more times than she could count. They all had some misguided idea that their identity was some kind of trump card or bargaining chip. Such tactics didn't work on people that killed for the fun of it, though. At most it was simply amusing how desperate some people were.

The guy was backing himself against a wall so she couldn't get behind him, but that was fine. She didn't need to stab someone in the back to reach her end goal, as fun as it could be. It was more entertaining being able to see their expressions anyway. His looked angry, but from the way he was maneuvering it was clear enough that he was also afraid of her. The anger could only last so long before that fear broke through in earnest.

"If you don't get hurt it means you're good at what you do." She caught the glint of the blade in his hand as it opened and just grinned, her armoring melting into place on response. Idiot cop didn't even have a gun on him. Did he really think that dinky little knife was going to do him any good? Blades were her area of expertise and he was seriously mistaken if he thought he could compare. Most cops were at least smart enough to know that some form of firepower would me marginally more useful to them in a fight. She'd certainly picked a winner.

The Stalker was still behaving thus far, going so far as to sit and watch everything passively even as she gradually closed the distance between the cop and herself. It was still yet to be seen if the thing's disposition would change once a real scuffle broke out but for the time being it seemed perfectly content to sit back an watch its person get shredded. It was a bit of a risk but she was feeling rather reckless.

Deciding that the recklessness she was feeling definitely outweighed her wariness of the bot, she closed the remaining distance between herself and the cop, aiming the slip her blade between his ribs or maybe into his thigh, whichever she managed to reach first.

Ty's eyes were unwavering, and the only hitch in his voice was from the pain in his leg. Something...something about this situation seemed off. The crazy woman was hell bent on stabbing a cop, and she didn't seem to notice that Ty wasn't even armed, or equipped with anything that came standard issue to police except the handcuffs. Not that he disagreed with her view on cops, but she didn't get his hints that he wasn't one.

"I am good at what I do," he replied coldly, his eyes narrowing even more. "But I'm not a cop." One thing she didn't understand though, was Ty no longer really showed fear. He felt it, yes, but for him, it manifested itself as anger and aggression. Suddenly she moved, and he moved as well, a pained growl leaving his lips as he shifted his weight to his pained leg. Instinctively, his right hand grabbed for her arm, but being injured, he was too slow, and the blade sunk into his right thigh, effectively rendering him useless.

He let out another string of curse words. "I'm not dying in a ****ing pig-suit," he growled, even though it hurt just to stand at this point. And Skoll's dumb ass was still just sitting there like a moron.

His grip tightening on her arm, he focused all he had into his mutation, so that at least he would as much as the shirt did about his attacker.

Once it finished, something clicked. "Ragnarok...I'm on your team you idiot..." he grumbled, hand tightening around the blade.

Skoll! Jotunheim!" he ordered, and suddenly the stalker perked up, then proceeded to run off, leaving the two of them alone, which...may or may not have been the best idea.

The ribs were a miss but she managed to hit the kid's thigh with her blade despite his efforts to derail the assault. He had a pretty solid grip around her arm, but she'd be damned it something as little as that stopped her. She'd simply keep driving the blade as deep as she could. Things tended to get interesting when a target couldn't escape and a shredded thigh would definitely make it difficult to get away.

"Pretty stupid to go running around dressed like one then," she grunted, straining against the pressure on her arm while she went for his throat with his free hand. She'd all but forgotten about the blade he was carrying. Trying to strangle the guy was much more important than some dinky knife. Doubly strangling him for pretending to be a cop and ruining her cop stabbing was doubly important. What a jerk.

That glowing eye trick did manage to catch Isabel's attention, but even after bracing herself for whatever it might be that coupled with the glow, nothing seemed to happen. He must have been one of those poor saps with a mutation that was more showy than actually functional. It'd make for a fun parlor trick, but it was ultimately useless for much of anything else. The guy really wasn't making much of an impression.

The party trick might have been a little more impressive had she been aware of what it could do on a non-physical level, though it still lacked the flashy offensive punch that she appreciated in a mutation.

--Arguing back and forth with Zephyr because she'd been misbehaving again // Rummaging through the cabinets at the Sanctuary for something to drink // Giving attitude to a dragon on the Mansion grounds while he rambled about his ideals // Kissing the cheek of a pretty white-haired young woman while she smiled up at her phone's camera // Pacing her room in agitation while she argued back and forth with herself // Taunting a pink-haired drunk in a dingy bar--

And then he had to go and spit that name and she had to stop trying to stab and strangle him. Ragnarok. The guy was a part of Ragnarok. Of course he was. It would be just her luck to try and kill someone that was on her team and then the dragon guy would turn around and try to eat her probably and everything about the whole situation suddenly sucked.

"Well how was I supposed to know that," she spat back, shifting her weight so she could take a step away from him and giving her arm a hard yank to try and make him let go of it, only just barely remembering to let go of the blade before she did so, reluctantly trying to avoid tearing up his leg any more than she already had. "Running around dressed like a cop, it's your own damn fault."

"Code name," she demanded more than asked. The faces of the other members weren't all that familiar to her but she at least knew most of the code names of the other members that were involved. Isabel wanted to have some idea of who the guy was as well as a little more proof that he wasn't just shouting nonsense to get her to back off.

when she went for his throat, Ty's left arm instinctively lunged forward almost on its own. Whatever the stiletto hit, it hit. And then, apparently his words sunk in and she released her grip; and he put the entirety of his weight into the wall, groaning in pain and frustration.

"Sleipnir," he spat. "And I'm not exactly doing this...because I find it kinky. Apparently this mission needed someone on the inside, making sure the real cops weren't coming close to finding the bombs, and for some reason they thought I'd be the guy for the job. Trust me, otherwise I wouldn't be caught dead in this ****ing thing..."

His body shook with anger as his eyes narrowed even more. For some reason, he still didn't feel like he could trust her. He'd have to ask Cafas the next time they met up. But for now, he'd have to keep her at arm's length.

Isabel took another couple of steps back and crossed her arms as the young man slumped against the wall. She was irritated and she was bleeding from somewhere and it was making her even more irritable. It felt like her cheek had been caught when he'd swung his arm and he might have grazed her neck as well, but she wasn't going to risk giving him any kind of satisfaction by inspecting herself and making it look like she was concerned about the injuries. A little bit of blood was nothing and it'd take more than a couple of little nicks to bother her.

"Fenrir," she offered in kind, choosing to ignore his uncomfortable choice of words concerning the cop getup. For someone that didn't want to be wearing the outfit, he was being awfully careless about walking around in it. Couldn't even manage to pair off with another actual officer to watch his own ass and gather info at the same time. What an idiot.

"Might be nice to pass the word around next time so you don't get your throat cut like a moron," she said, giving him an unimpressed look. Seemed like a no-brainer to let the team know what was going on so it didn't compromise the members. She understood the faction was all about chaos or whatever, but that was just plain careless.

"Ya think?" he snapped, his voice a low, albeit pained hiss as he used the wall to support his weight. "I'd assumed the rest of the faction would have been informed...and the ****ing can opener turned out to be a crappy excuse for backup." He looked away from her, though he noticed he'd at least gotten a shot in. Nowhere near as good as hers, but...eh.

"I'll see to it that we're more organized in the future...and seeing as how I'll likely be reduced to desk duty for awhile...well, I'll have nothing but time now will I?" He sighed deeply; his legs both hurt like hell, though his left one wasn't nearly injured as badly as his right thigh, and the fabric of the uniform was sticking to his wounds, so that at least stopped the bleeding. It was going to hurt even more later, though.

"Now...one of us has to drag me to get me patched up..." As he sat on the cold asphalt of the alley, he pulled out his phone and scrolled down his contacts to Panu, and typed a text message.

Cover compromised.We need to talk. ASAP.

Isabel was rapidly losing interest in her encounter with the fake cop. She cared very little for his plans to straighten out the faction's organization issue and even less for his physical well being. She was only marginally more interested in where the 'can opener' had run off to on command, though she assumed it was nowhere particularly useful judging by how little help it had been during the brief scuffle.

However, as much as she'd have liked to, it probably wasn't the best idea to leave the kid bleeding on the ground. She didn't think the dragon in charge would appreciate it very much and as volatile as he no doubt already knew she was, attacking a team member was probably toeing the line a bit and could land her in some hot water.

"Alright, fine," she heaved out on a sigh, just barely managing not to roll her eyes as she uncrossed her arms and stepped over to the young man to offer him her hand and help haul him none-too-gently to his feet. "I guess I'll have to get your sorry ass back." Couldn't even limp his own way back. Useless.