The sun had not yet come out yet and a slightly chilly breeze blew through the trees. The mansion grounds were not vacant though, for the young students seemed not to feel the wearther. It was still a nice day, despite the threatening skies. People played soccer and frisbee and simply lounged around.

Daria made her way toward a very large tree, it's massive trunk supported a tent of leaves that seemed to watch over the mansion grounds.

"I've been meaning to sit near this tree since I got here." Daria said to Mike. "It gives off nice vibes."

Mike smiled as he lay under it, his hands behind his head. To him, plants were the only things that DIDN'T give off vibes. Still, Daria thought it gave off good vibes, which in turn made her give off good vibes, so he supposed what she said was true enough.

Closing his eyes, he touched the surrounding lawn with his mind and made the leaves start to swirl around them.

Daria had been removing her notebook from her bag and stopped suddenly when the amazing display of oranges, reds and browns danced for their eyes. She leaned back against th tree as Autumn sung it's song and the wind blew it's kiss. She didn't even realize she was smiling. On her face was a smile so sincere and pure and innocent that it hadn't been seen since she was a little girl.

Daria, though, didn't even realize she was smiling.

Mike, of course, did notice, even though his eyes were closed. He smiled slightly, laying quietly until a group of the very young students noticed him and ran over. They started pestering him to 'make them fly,' and though he pretended to be asleep, he couldn't hold back the grin for long. Without warning, all three children lifted up in the air and started twirling over their heads, giggling with glee.

Daria looked at Mike, seeing that his eyes were closed and her smile of amazment softened into one of admiration. He sat there with his hands behind his head, legs outstretched in a relaxed position, grinning at the happy cries of the children.

What a sweetheart, Daria thought to herself. He's just so cute and sensitive, I- she stopped, remembering that if her thoughts were "loud enough" Mike would pick up on them-if he hadn't already. She could feel her self blushing and quickly turned her eyes to the floating children. Their peers were in the back ground watching excitedly. Some of them had been looking at Daria because she'd been absent mindedly moving her tail and flicking her ears toward the sound and rhythm of life itself. They waved when she looked at them and she raised a hand and smiled. She loved children and their innocence.

The moment was so "purrrfect" and so peaceful that Daria found herself purring from content.

Mike glanced over at Daria when he knew she wasn't looking and smiled slightly. Turning away, he looked at one of the smaller children that he knew from the ill-fated trip to the zoo and had a brief mental conversation with him.

The little boy, no more than seven, darted away, then returned a few minutes later, walking up from the other side of Daria from Mike. Very shyly, and to the giggles of his classmates, he walked up to Daria and nervously handed her a little flower. It was just a daisy from the garden a little ways away, but it was still cute.

"awww" Daria said immediatly. "For me? Thank you" she giggled-something she rarely did. The boy just grinned wider and glanced at Mike before running off.

Daria turned to view Mike from the corner of her eye. "real smooth" she said placing the flower between the book cover and the pages. She turned to a clean sheet and Daria began to draw.

Motion may be one of the most difficult and exciting things to capture on paper. Figure sketching was one of Daria's favorite activities. What started out as a few seemingly arbitrary lines soon became the outlines of the children tumbling about in Mike's little mental play ground. She drew some of Mike too; his torso in the bottom left hand corner as she saw him. Taking tiny pastels from her bag she added color, not all the colors, just random greens, reds, browns, and yellows from the swirling leaves; the fiery red hair of the youngest child, a girl of about 5, and the vibrant blue on the sneakers worn by a boy near by. She only wanted life in this picture and indeed life was what she gave it.

The sketch having been completed it seemed to move all on it's own as she ripped it out signed it "Blackcat" and handed it to Mike.

JJ walked onto the grounds. He looked nervous, something he hadn't felt since he was a small child. He'd been thinking about what hed been doing. Killing people, being destructive. This wasn't him, and he needed help. He saw the couple sitting under a large tree. They looked so happy.

"I wish I could feel like they look," he said under his breath. Then a sudden silence came over the grounds as everyone realized who he was. Then one small chiled, who was floating in the air near the happy looking couple screamed, [glow=red,2,300]which seemed to make the couple notice him.[/glow]
JJ walked over to the tree, still trying to figure out what to say. As he approached, he bagan to speak, "Hello, I'm JJ. I was wondering if you could help me," stickin out his hand to be shook, something he had never done before...

((I'm not sure but saying that Cass dropped the kids might be God moding.....))

((OH, i didnt think of that, i can change it))

((I changed it, it's glowing, what was changed))

"Way to be sneaky, Jimmy," Mike chuckled as the boy evidently gave him away. He kept spinning the kids in midair, switching them out as they got dizzy.

The kids kept on going as Daria handed the sketch to him. He finally sat up, taking it and looking it over. He studied it for a few minutes, then looked up at Daria. "Thanks, I like it." He looked at it again for a minute. "You're really good, you know that?"

The children all said "awww!" with disappointment as he set them down on JJ's arrival. He looked the new arrival over appraisingly, but didn't give away anything of his reaction as he shook JJ's hand. "I suppose we might be able to. What's the problem?"

Daria grinned. "I'm glad."

"Yeah. I wanted to go to art school..But...Well, you know."

Her turned as a child screamed and she eyes the boy who approached from Mike's side. "Yeah...sure. What do you need help with?

"um, I'm not exactly sure. Do you know who I am? I'm Calamity. I'm famous for massacreing humans. But I don't want to be like that any more. I've changed. I want to help humans now," he said, a tear in his eye, which, again, he'd never experienced. He then begn to all out cry, first kneeling over, then flopping himself on the ground. Overcome with emotion, he couldn't control his powers, and the wind began to blow furiously, his hair turning white.

Geez how many wacked out Mutants can I meet in a week?

Daria thought pushing her sketchbook in her bag. She put the bag back on her shoulders and stood shakily as the wind picked up force. She didn't know what to do.