Miss Kane seemed eager to stay. Eager, young and tantalizing. An office's closed door. It was just all too easy. These thoughts specifically are what moved Garrett to the meeting's main course. Other meetings could be arranged later. "I am sure we would have much to talk about in a social setting. Perhaps sometime you could drag me away from my work to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman. " His smile and eyes were genuine, as he was quite serious about the proposition. " However, that is not why I wanted you here. There's a bit of business to discuss before we can talk of pleasure."

He eased back in his chair, relaxing a bit and doing his best to keep his eyes focused on Jaxon's. It was difficult. Not impossible, but not pleasant." So, I wanted to see how you were getting along here. While your residence is not in danger, I was wondering if there might be a way to get your family's business involved. While that may seem shady and underhanded, the motive is clear. You are a woman of means, so the best way I can think to justify your living here to outside probes would be to have you here in a liaison status. Otherwise, media might pick at why you are taking up space when you could have any place to live."

It was becoming easier not to stare as the business mind took hold. " You see, though the Registration Act has been repealed, its presence in the human community s as strong as ever. Places where mutants tend to gather are being targeted by the Church of Humanity, so the least amount of loose ends we have here, the better. I want everything to be legal, so should something occur here, we have a leg to stand on in the courts. Do you think you could talk to your family about the liaison status? We are a non-profit organization and make an excellent write off. Something to throw at them."

When Garrett made it clear that this meeting was more business than pleasure, Jaxon relaxed her smile and her more business oriented persona slid into place. “Maybe next time then…” Jax, grinned, knowing that the next time she needed some fun or a change she would come see Garrett. If nothing else he was interesting to talk to and nice to look at.

Nodding in agreement, Jaxon understood his motives. It would be strange if he didn’t want her help, but at least he was going about it openly rather than trying to pull one over on her. Jaxon appreciated that. “I am doing well. I’ve settled in fairly well, and I have been practicing some of my powers in the safety of your training room. As for my family…”

Shaking her head she shrugged. “It should be a problem to have The Sanctuary put on a few lists. Legal counseling or defense, pro bono stuff shouldn’t be a problem. As for funds, we have been looking to support mutant organizations.”

“That was the official reason why I was at the Valentines ball and met Venus in the first place.” The fact that he had thought of her position in the Sanctuary made Jax smile. Since becoming a mutant, she had already been trying to drop off the media radar, and once she had moved to the Sanctuary she had been staying in more. For multiple reasons, but one of the main ones she was worried about was the media finding out she was living at the Sanctuary. Until now she had no viable reason.

Being a liaison would work well. “That is a good idea. As liaison, living here would make sense, to ensure there are not miss-appropriation of funds, that the Sanctuary complies with whatever rules set forth, excetera…” Jaxon nodded. “It shouldn’t be too hard to convince my parents. They are worried about me, so knowing I was here and would be semi-reporting to them would give them some security at the same time as giving the company some good PR.”

After Jaxon had told her parents that she was a mutant, and then moved out to their shock, she hadn’t told them where she was going. Not knowing where their only daughter was, now in danger due to her new mutant status, had them worried. Now she could tell them where she was and not worry about them telling someone and it being leaked.

“As for the Church of Humanity… I’ve been having thoughts about them.” Tapping her fingers against her knee, she continued. “It might be possible to get mutants a protected status, like that of refugees, which would make it harder for them to attack institutions that provide help to mutants. I need to do some more research, but I think I could get one of the lawyers to swing it.”

In addition there were plenty of arguments against the church of humanity running around in her head at the moment. Since they didn’t consider Mutants to be human, then mutants could be given an endangered species status… there was a host of options.

Seizure was pleased to see Jaxon become suited for business as well once he had made the change himself. It was an appealing trait in the young woman. Venus was stiff competition, no doubt there, but at the end of the day, the early bird gets the worm. Nevertheless, her agreement to his idea and eagerness to begin only made her that much more adorable. " I can have the appropriate papers drawn up for you to deliver personally. I would have Lisa fax the pertinent information, but I feel sure that you would like to hand deliver the items, to soften the blow of your return. In fact, if you would like a companion when you speak to your family, I would be happy to join you. I could represent the Sanctuary as well as be there for you."

Regardless of whether she agreed to the latter part, which was just as much a personal accord as a business one, Seizure continued once she finished her thoughts on the Church of Humanity. " I see where you are going with the CoH, but frankly, I think it is more important to focus on the idea that we are citizens. We should all have social security numbers, for the most part, as we generally begin appearing as humans until puberty. Perhaps these provisions yuou seek could be used for the unfortunate few who are removed from the general populace until we can secure them with a more permanent status. All excellent theories and they have the potential to do us great good."

Jaxon nodded. “If I deliver the papers it would make things easier, especially if someone who was a good example of the Sanctuary was along. As long as the paperwork shows the general use of funds received and there is no evidence of questionable activity there shouldn’t be any problems with it.” Jaxon wouldn’t object to having someone on her side. No doubt her parents would try and push her to move home again, or offer to hire anyone they could to help her with her powers, or anything they could.

Garrett was a good example of the Sanctuary residents, her parents would approve of his aspirations and manner of dress, and he could help her emphasis that the Sanctuary was the safest place for her. She chuckled. “I would like to have you there as backup. However I should warn you, my parents can be… Protective. They will most likely question the Sanctuary’s ability to care for my mutation; they think they could do it better.” She smiled.

Logging his thoughts on the CoH away to factor them into her research, she nodded. “I understand. Things just come to me, but I don’t always know what to do with them.” She grinned. Jaxon was still learning how the different groups felt about mutants, and she had ideas that went in all different directions. It helped having someone point her in a direction, even before she had become a mutant she had been the same way, needing diection.

Seizure nodded and smiled at her acceptance of her offer." Good,good. I can assure you that all of our papers are in order, fraulein. I have spent some amount of time ensuring the ledgers were balanced and proper. I suspect that I am more than capable when it comes time to speak with your parents and assure them that you are in the right place." He looked forward to it. The parallel of meeting her parents with her seemed like an interesting gambit as well. If things worked out later, the parental visit would already be taken care of.

He was slightly disappointed to see her lack of ambition when it came to the Church of Humanity quandary. It seemed as if she needed guidance from something or someone." The fact that you are researching these things speaks volumes about your concern with our plight. Now that this stuffy work business is done with, I would be more than happy to discuss more active pursuits that we could engage in together."

Laughing at the German endearment, Jaxon knew that Garrett was probably keeping things in order and had everything accounted for, and he would make a better impression than some of the other mutants that wandered the halls. “I guess I will have to break you out of this place once in a while if you start working too hard.”

And she would have to help the poor guy decorate. He could use a little help in here. Looking at the stack of things he had to go through she chuckled. He needed some help in more ways than one. “Maybe I should help you wade through some of this stuff before I steal you away.”

She reached out flipping the corner of the stack with her thumb, and grinned at the thick fluttering sound. “Well thank you, I like to have options, but wading through legal books is…” She trailed off making a vague motion with her head and her hand. There was a reason she didn’t become a lawyer like her parents. All the good ideas in the world didn’t make up for the fact that she couldn’t dedicate herself to things that weren’t interesting to her. The only reason she got as far as she did with the ideas was her interest in mutant rights.

His last phrase gave Jaxon pause and after a moment, a teasing look crept onto her face. “More active pursuits, hmm? Like what? Do you want to go jogging or something?”

Jaxon stood up with a grin, leaning against the desk next to him. “Because I should warn you… I really don’t like jogging.”

Jaxon seemed quite capable and ready to help him with his leisurely and work pursuits. The more time he spent around her alone, the more time he wanted to. He knew, well he didn't know, but he assumed anyway, that she had no pheromone powers like Syn did. At the moment, she might as well have them, as the lack of moving air made her scent linger near him , beckoning him. " I would enjoy any reason to get out and spend time with you, Jaxon. Be it business or pleasure."

His reference of active pursuits seemed to tantalize her as her presence had been doing to him. “More active pursuits, hmm? Like what? Do you want to go jogging or something?” She stood and leaned against the desk grinning, the air washing over him, her scent clinging to his skin. He took the initiative to also stand and lean on his own end of the desk, their faces now quite close. " Jogging, no. I'm sure we could find something equally satisfying to do. What do you like?" His voice remained fairly free of innuendo, genuine curiosity coming in like high tide.

Laughing lightly, Jax pulled her hair to the side and out of her face. “I’ll remember that.” At heart Jaxon was a social person and the self inflicted solitude she had recently been adopting had left her feeling a bit lonely. Other than the brief outing with Bacchus she had been staying in the Sanctuary working out, testing her powers, and thinking.

Needless to say she was a bit attention deprived. “What do I like? Besides everything?” She grinned thinking of what was in the Sanctuary or nearby. “There’s a pool table though… or I’m sure I’ve seen a few bikes or a Frisbee around.” Offering up her ideas, her tone indicating that she was open to any other suggestions, she tilted her head at his close proximity.

Garrett wasn’t the only one susceptible to the fragrances in the air. The room that he lived and worked in was full of the slightly musky spicy smell that had to be his. When he leaned closer she knew for sure because a warmer version of the same scent followed him. “What do you like?”

The heat in the room seemed to be climbing at an alarming pace. Garrett needed to cool down a bit. "What about the pool in the Gymnasium? Swimming is a nice exercise. Or we could just walk. Whatever, really." He stepped back from his former proximity, though increasing the intimacy by stepping around the desk and standing closer to Jaxon. " I need a break, really. I've been holed up in here with meetings and paperwork forever. So I honestly don't care what we do. As long as it is outside and together."

He stepped over to the phone and dialed up Lisa at the front desk."Yes. I'll be out for the rest of the day, voicemail is fine." He put the phone on the receiver and smiled to the voluptuous vision before him. " Well, that's that. We can just get out and figure it out ourselves. It's early yet, so I am sure we can find something feasible." He walked over to the door and opened it, the fresh air rushing into the room and regulating the heat between them rather nicely.

Pausing briefly as he waited for Miss Kane, common sense tried to worm its way into his head. " This isn't too forward , is it? Why banter about going out when we simply can right now? Seems the logical choice." Squashed and thrown in the trash, common sense. A sense of danger and adventure seemed a thousand times more attractive than one more pstrand of red tape. Besides, with such a beautiful woman with him, how could it turn out badly?

Blushing slightly Jaxon winked at him. “You have found my weakness; I actually don’t know how to swim…” She shrugged with a sheepish smile, glancing down at her skirt as she turned to lean her bottom against the desk while he moved around it. Listening to his ideas she nodded. “I guess it’s a walk, then.”

After he finished his call and moved to the door, she had to laugh at his comment. “Too forward?” She shook her head. “Of course not! Now we can banter while doing something.” Jaxon shoved away from the desk and gave him an impish look that should have warned him that she was trouble.

Grabbing his sleeve, about to tug him out the door, she swiftly changed her mind, and rolled her eyes. “First we need to lose the jacket, then we can walk.” Garrett did look good in a suit, but Jaxon had feeling he would look better, and feel better, on the walk if he chucked it and rolled up his sleeves. It had always been look she liked anyway.

A few days had passed and the masked woman still had not left her new room. Lately, she had been scrubbing the floors and sterilizing the walls. Her windows and doors were now lined with magnets to destroy any kind of memory strips that entered her room. Saran wrap had total control of the ground and her sheets were a flawless white. When everything was disinfected, she was ready to leave the room.

Roaming around the halls, she came across a glass door with writing on it. Sanctuary Director? Maybe she should have a talk with him. Cautiously opening the door, she poked her head in and peered around. It did not seem like he was in there just yet, so she let herself in. Avoiding the chinese carpet for some peculiar and unexplainable reason, she stood in front of the window and stared out. The street could be seen with all of the vermin humans walking around. A few of them took on the forms that Ahorta feared the most: spiders, needles, salamanders, prostitutes, alligators, anything that drove her insane. The effects of the Sanctuary most certainly made her feel more safe, especially since everyone that lived there was a mutant.

Feeling the sudden urge to run down and kill that giant spider, she turned away from the window rather hastily and double-checked her mask. It was on alright, thank God. Deciding that she should black out her windows, she turned and began to leave the office, again, avoiding the carpet just because it was unfamiliar.

There was nothing quite like having a job like garrett's. It was very involved and he had much to answer for, but if that could be handled, there really wasn't much to do. After the meeting in the War Room, he had delegated most of the paperwork to the human mules at KP, officiating only when it dealt directly with the Sanctuary. The residents were all adultsm for the most part, and generally took care of themselves. Garrett only had to answer the phone or do a bit of red tape weaving on occasion. Not often though.

Another aspect of his job came to him as he returned to his office. He had only been next door, studying the medical needs of the Infirmary. Where it was once a room of wondrous elixirs and tools, now everything had its place and purpose. He could use anything in its confines with no help. Being a docotr was certainly advantageous. Working at the clinic with Sebastian would only give him more to do. A bit of shuffling from inside gave Garrett the indication that someone was inside waiting for him.

Was it Miss Kane, making good on his rain check? Or Kealey, coming to visit? It wasn't lost on the man that only women seemed to be possibilities. Perhaps it was a projection of an inner need. The door opened easily, as he did not want to startle whomever he might find inside. What he found was strange, yet interesting. There was a girl, seemingly around his age, walking purposefully around the rug in his office. That anomaly by itself would only glean the title of quirky. The strange part was the white surgical mask she had over her face. Leaving ample room for her to get by through the open door if needed, Garrett greeted her. " Hello there. Were you looking for me? I am Garrett Wills, the Sanctuary Director. And you are?" His hand naturally extended to her.

The insane woman had almost closed in on the door when a man appeared. After his introduction, she found him to be the owner of the office. Rather young to be a director, but who's body shows their true age? Ahorta was much older than her body showed, although everyone claimed she was much younger. Everyone she had encountered saw her as a mental case, but she was not a mental case. Everyone else was a mental case, she was the only sane one that could see people for what they really were, disgusting and vulgar creatures.

"I guess I was looking for you," she raised an eyebrow, observing this man. The leader of the Sanctuary? Pleasure. "Garrett Wills? Very nice to meet the man who directs this place that saved my life. Hay is more acceptable to an ass than gold," she said, happy that she just had a place to stay and be safe. "I am Ahorta McCoy. A new resident," she introduced. Handshakes were usually used during an introduction, but that was a human routine that Ahorta despised. Instead, she took a step back, her eyes fixed on him without even a blink.

Rumors had reached her ears about this secret Sanctuary group, but that was hardly the thing to discuss at the moment. Another quick glance around the room made her feel a bit more comfortable. At least he was not one of those human freaks that had dead animals up on his wall, mounting what you kill just got too boring. "You run this entire place? Bravo," she clapped once, her eyes still fixed on him and her mask still covering her mouth. Maybe he was who he said he was, maybe he was a spy, maybe he was a piece of her imagination that she no longer had control of.

Twitchy eyes scanned him as soon as Garrett uttered a sound in her direction. It was immediately difficult to read the girl, considering the mask."Garrett Wills? Very nice to meet the man who directs this place that saved my life. Hay is more acceptable to an ass than gold.I am Ahorta McCoy. A new resident." He chuckled at the analogy. It was fresh and certainly outside the range of the usual boring getting-to-know-you routine. He could see she was avoiding the rug for some reason, so he took a moment to lift one of the small padded chairs and slide it back off of the rug, a few feet away from his desk.

His hand had hung for a moment, but once it was clear that she was not the touchy-feely type and most definitely had issues, it retreated to his pockets. He stepped around the desk and took a seat himself, a gracious smile remaining on his face. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Ahorta. How are you finding your quarters here? Are they satisfactory? I know many of our kind have special needs. If you do, please let me know what they are and I will ensure that they are satisfied to the best of my ability."

"You run this entire place? Bravo." A solitary clap echoed. Was it sarcasm or was it genuine? Whatever it was, Ahorta seemed pleasant enough. She didn't have any hybrid creatures to experiment on nor an apparent drinking problem, so she was okay in his book. " I think running the place is a bit much. I am merely the legal caretaker here. Most of our residents are adults with lives, so they tend to take care of themselves. Hwoever, I am here to ensure the peace is kept and the rules are adhered to. They are pretty basic. Respect yourself, the other residents and the staff. If you have to resort to fighting with anyone, take it outside and far away. Most importantly, never,ever, kill a human on the grounds. Kill them anywhere else you like. I don't need the headache of the cleanup. How's that sound?" He had felt that this was someone that should be spoken to directly, with no nonsense. He hoped his approach would be appreciated and answered in kind.

When this Mr. Wills moved the chairs away from the rug, it was probably the first kind gesture anyone had ever made towards her. Still did not make him too trustworthy, but it was a start. Things were definitely beginning to look up and Ahorta was straight on her way to meeting more and more people that did not find her strangeness as a disability. Everything that he had said at that time twitched at her lips, begging for a smile, but when he asked for any personal needs, the smiling temptation faded. She should have known. Everyone thought she was much too insane to actually take care of herself, which was slightly true because she was not able to hold a job or find a place to live on her own, but she could handle her room.

"No, thank you, I have already fit my room to my needs," she said, taking a seat. If anyone entered her room, they'd definitely say she was weird, all until they found their cell phone wiped. "I am settling in rather well. The mutant-only atmosphere keeps things a lot better, I'd say," she added. This was the time that she could decide if he was a human hugger or a human killer, or just another mutant without a cause. However, moving the chair and not making her feel like she was the weirdest thing invented since the Potty Putter gave him bonus enough points to not feel intimidated by him at all.

Before he was even able to give a subtle hint about the human hugging or not, he flat out blurted that killing humans was to be done elsewhere because it caused a headache? She was clean, depending on what she was killing. Spiders seemed to be messy and tornadoes were the messiest, but she would always clean up after themselves. Instead of reacting to how he shared the same thoughts on her, she only fueled his fire. "Mutants that kill here don't clean up after themselves?! But the smell! And it attracts maggots and worms and decays more a more. Use a corpse in the suitable manner, then dump it after the show and clean everything up. Blood left around can spread viruses and diseases," she huffed. Being careless was not a good thing to do when dissecting a body. Death only attracts more disgusting things.

Speaking of adults that had jobs, Ahorta was without any income. Sure, stealing wallets off of dead dummies and frogs could sometimes be fantastic, but they did not hold for too long and they did not leave her much to do during the day. One, she could work all day for her money and have something to do, or she could extend any kind of dissections to a few hours and spend the rest of her time...rethinking her strategy? There had to be something more. "Speaking of jobs, do you offer anything here?" Ahorta was not exactly the receptionist type or the cook, but she could be a maid or an exterminator. Preferably the exterminator, doing some good in the world.