For him Romania was a incredible land, its forests were the undisputed home of werewolves and its castles were the favorite vampire's burrow , Vampires as old as the oldest of the stones which formed its homes.
House of noble families or what was most people there wanted to show , the birthplace of many of the legends of the Old World. It was hard to think that such greatness could not be reflected in its people and its architecture . It was so magnificent that when he looked at his clothes he could not help but blush and feel very out of place, he wore common clothes while some people walked dressed like kings. Especially that clothes did not cover him very well from the cold, since no one bothered to tell him about the cold weather. His pride could not adjust the weather at will but yes could make him thought he would not need warm clothes for the trip, few hours after arriving he was hoping to get something more suitable.

It takes Fausto more than what he expected to get to the famous shopping 'cause as he walked around the city he lost all sense of orientation and his pride did not let him ask for directions even if he could have done it on a perfect Romanian thanks to the gems, He never understood why these did not melt but as everything else went well it was convenient.
Buying clothes was not his specialty, if for some reason his clothes combined somehow and somewhat into something fashionable was pure coincidence, he never saw his clothes as something else than clothes ,these were not very important as he had never worried about them, why would him do it now? but in fact he needed help to buy something really worth of her.

There were many people going around, there where a lot of couples walking, shopping, talking ... kissing ... he could not avoid looking at them and admire that ability that even a great being as him had not while the image of a certain face melted returned him back to reality.
His eyes jumped from the clothes protected behind the thin glass to two girls, Brunette and blonde with some fashion sense both standing there in front of a shop. perfect dams to help a cute guy with money like him , it was not his money but that was not important. Fausto approached them and spoke Romanian or tried to do it . ¨ Ladies, can you help me to pick up some clothes? ¨ The words did not go exactly as expected, the gems had failed. He did not know if the babbling was just cause he was nervous for being in front of such cute beauties or his stomach acids dissolved half of the gem.

>>¨ Ladies, can you help me to pick up some clothes? ¨ Spoke the boy behind them.

<<"Clothes, help me to pick you ladies up?" Lenna fantastically misheard. She turned her head in his direction, looked him up and down, assessing the clothes, and said "No. They really don't." simply in Romanian.

It took a second for her to rearrange the initial thought he'd shared into likelier words. Oh, pick out clothes. Yeah. Okay. Lenna forced a smile.

"You need help finding clothes?" She attempted to say. What came out sounded more like 'Help you find clothes?'

Lenna looked to Alexandra and asked in English. "Should we help him?"

Ever since her body has gained enough curves for people to notice that she was a girl Alexandra had learned one thing. Men were usually pigs and as far as she was concerned, Romanian men were the worst. During her life she had seen many ways to express that animalistic side of their nature. ‘You’re hot, I wanna –insert some ‘classy’ comment here-‘. She heard it many times. Kissing faces were hard not to laugh at them. Someone trying to grab your behind while in the subway? Yeah, she’d gone there too. Too bad no one could explain the guy why he was feeling oxygen deprivation by the time he was getting out.

But this one… this one was being original. Clothes to help him pick up ladies? Her head shook slightly in disbelief as Lenna was already handling the situation. She didn’t even turn, choosing to ignore the conversation and stare at some clothes instead. That is until Lenna switched from her chopped Romanian back to English. Help him? What the-

The molecule manipulator turned around, half looking at Lenna, half glancing at the boy. Then, her eyes widened slightly as her full attention was focused on “Fausto?” she asked, surprise noticeable in her voice. “What are you doing here?” And by here, of course, she meant Romania.

His nervous ¨status¨was dispelled when the blonde girl said yes to his request, after a small problem of communication product of an unexpected failure of his linguistic capabilities which should be excellent, innate, unmatched ... Neither his brain or tongue knew who was to blame for the minor inconvenience, apparently neither was her native tongue. The bloody tower of Babel was the culprit.
But until there no problem presented , at least no major problems, one of them was willing to help, she had beautiful eyes and even asked her friend to help him but this time she spoke English. Could they be tourists? He kindly smiled and replied in English also hoping that his tongue does not lock this time. ¨ Thanks, you are very nice and if you let me add something ... very cute too. ¨ The rapid comment of the boy was drowned in the shade of a problem.

Without warning, the quiet was broken, almost immediately after her question a familiar face appeared when those lovely shoulders bathed in that soft hair turned to show her face.
His name did not produce any change , he was still trying to pronounce what she said, the question was totally illogical but necessary. It was obvious he was buying or trying to do ... He almost say it but realized that was not exactly what she wanted to hear ...
He could not lie to her , not after the moment of sincerity they had in Sam's room. So Iron did the closest thing to lie , he changed reality at will, saying only part of the truth as a mighty God creates a world.
¨ Yo , Alex . Are you here to help too? When i watched the news i could not avoid to come, our kindred need help here. ¨ Of all the people there he just approached her for fashion advice, her. The girlfriend of his master that must not learn that he was there.

>>“Fausto? What are you doing here?"

Fausto, doing here. Fausto, doing here. Fausto... here... Alexandra knew the guy behind them? And she was just as surprised he was here in Romania as she was he was hitting on them... this was... something. Bad, maybe. Possibly bad. Possibly good. Warning klaxons were blaring, either way. Blue-green eyes cut up and down the helpless shopper's body like a butcher eyes a side of cow. New meat, or something to slice up?

Only time would tell. Or him. Definitely him. His actions would decide which side of the chart he fell to. And that 'cute' comment... that put him a bit closer towards 'slice'.

He gaped at them for a second that seemed too long. Speak up, kid. Lenna thought to herself. Let me hear what I need to know... Her right fist tightened in the cuff of her jacket.

Fingers flexed. Fausto spoke.

>>¨ Yo , Alex . Are you here to help too? When i watched the news i could not avoid to come, our kindred need help here. ¨

Lenna's terseness eased. The fist unfurled. Okay. He was here to help. How he'd help, she didn't know. The gem had translated key words for her. Everything else was a blur... For now... Lenna masked her face in a friendly smile.

"You know each other?" She asked Alexandra in English. This time, Lenna didn't volunteer their time. If Alexandra was fine with it, she'd make the call. If not, no big~

Lenna's eyes veered towards a clock on the clothing store's wall. The clock was ticking, either way. Time was valuable. She didn't know much about either party, and they still had their mission. Shopping detours, as far as she was concerned, were a waste of time.

... Potentially a fun waste of time, but a waste of time, nonetheless.

This whole situation... Lenna inwardly smirked in recognition, was deja vu. Slightly amusing, but far from professional. Mall? Shopping. Avoidance of singular course of action. Check. She only hoped this situation wouldn't end like that last one, with her in a semi truck, barreling away from police.

An eyebrow arched quizzically at Fausto. Cute, heh? Mentally shaking her head, Alexandra turned her body around, now facing Fausto as he spoke.

So he wanted to help. A small smile appeared on her face.

“Yes, help is needed indeed.” Alexandra replied softly, her voice lowering as she looked around to see if any passer by had heard Fausto’s comment about their kind needing help. None was too interested in their discussion and the molecule manipulator breathed relieved while looking back at Fausto. Her lips returned to the usual straight line that accompanied her every word when the situation in Romania came into discussion.

"You know each other?"

Blue eyes turned to the side to watch Lenna with a bit of confused look. “Yes, we know each other.” She nodded, mouth closing for a moment while she took a deep breath. Quietly, she glanced over to Fausto. This meeting was troublesome. Just like him (for she hadn’t heard his name being mentioned for the X’s mission in Romania) she wasn’t supposed to be here. Also there was Lenna, Kabal member extraordinaire and she had no explanation on who she was. Little wheels in her brain started to work faster and faster.

“This is Fausto. He is a student at the Sister School.” Eyes traveled between the two of them as she took another breath. “And this is Lenna. She is a friend of mine from New York. I asked her to come with me when Sam decided that it was better for me to stay at the Institute.” She lied, of course, but not even a single move gave her away. No nervous tap of fingers, not even avoiding Fausto’s eyes as she talked to him. Lenna knew her job in New York, it was essential for them to work together without distrust ruining their mission. She smiled slightly at Fausto, decided to change the subject. “So. Does Sam or any other know about your presence here?” Her eyebrow arched again at the boy as she placed her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

The teenager grumbled like a little boy that does not received attention, who does not receive proper attention. He trampled the floor impatiently while his words, this time in English, fought frantically to get out all at once, these punched and kicked scrambling through other words from his vocal cords to his dangerous mouth, the words ignored all the complaints of Mr Common-Sense which looked with disapproval the flow of words that passed in front of him , unable to stop them.
¨ Just that? Just a line? How do you describe my magnificence into one line? It can not be ... Just an student? That is an injustice, I would not tolerate any injustice. I deserve to be presented as the worthy heir I am, as the king i will be someday. as the greatest conqueror. not, as the greates living creature on earth ... ¨

Staring at the ceiling, or so it seemed 'cause it did not stop there because his solemn gaze of self-sufficiency and pride penetrated to the depth of the galaxy looking at the sky that in the future would be owned by him , he let the words spread on the air and when the last syllable disappeared he continue with his chat but with a tone much more off than before , resignated , but at the same time full of anger.
¨ It is a dangerous place for us, they did it once ... How we let this happen again? We are guilty of what is happening here, the world is not threatened by the bad people but for those who allow evil .¨ As if he repentanced of having been a little depressed or worried, Fausto quickly change the subject with his usual carefree smile, not much could concern him and he could bite through most of these ¨concerns¨.
¨Sam should have carry you here to make sure that nothing will happen to you ... I have to talk to him. ¨ Laughing the little singer continued with his talk but not before bowing to to the girl whose eyes had caught his attention ... ¨Anyway ... nice to meet you Lenna. ¨ Those eyes reminded him of someone else's eyes but he was not sure who had a similar color. Roxie, hope she rest in peace. Katrina, who received international calls too often. The demon of the sewers too, that thing that call himself a man.
¨ No one, I just disappeared as i always do. ¨ Katrina was not mentioned as this may have brought both trouble in the future. It was better than no one in the mansion knew she had been there for a short time but she landed in Romania. ¨ Are we going to buy something? I am tired of being ignored, look how all the people ignore me ... i need clothes worth of a king to show all my splendor.¨

>>“This is Fausto. He is a student at the Sister School.”

Ah, Xavier's. The mansion she'd sent Domingo to. It made sense a mutant from there would want to help out here. Again, the tension eased. Though his response weighed her opinion of him down with its heavy ego. 'Student' was fine, really. 'King' or 'conqueror'? No, not so much. The phrase Delusions of grandeur came to her tongue. She held the statement back as Alexandra introduced them, thin-lipped smile on her face.

"Nice to meet you." Though, in this situation, perhaps it was less of a pleasure, more a 'worrisome trouble'. Alexandra was already lying to him. That meant he couldn't handle, or wasn't meant to know, the truth. The key fishing phrase, 'Does Sam or any other know about your presence here?' dropped into the conversation and bobbed there a second. Lenna waited.

He gave his answer. Just disappeared. Well, okay then. Perhaps, he could just disappear again? She looked towards Alexandra, letting her answer his question.

For all intents and purposes, he was a security risk. A braggard with a silver tongue that weighed down every sentence with self-importance, and righteous talk of 'justice'.

Once upon a time, Lenna had liked justice. Her justice was more on a personal level, though. Not crusades against evil. More, 'kill the bad man'. Freud would have had a field day. No, Lenna suspected this 'Fausto' kid's version of justice was a bit more twisted than her own.

Still, hell. Twisted could be fun.

“Errr… whatever you say…” Alexandra replied to Fausto’s babbling about kings and conquerors. The kid seriously needed to learn what modesty was before anything else. Blue eyes traveled from a shop to another, giving a small shrug in Fausto’s direction before moving on to Lenna. “Well, me and Lenna, we’re here to shop so I suppose we could help you get some clothes.” Maybe some shopping in the toys store to get him a crown?

Both her and Lenna were here for business, sort of, and she guessed that the blonde wouldn’t quite like this. That was why, while glancing at her, she gave her a ‘sorry’ look before starting to walk. “So if you just disappeared… who’s taking care of you while you’re around?” Alexandra asked curiously while a few other questions ran trough her head like how he got to Romania in the first place or where exactly was he staying since supposedly he didn’t have any money of his own. Sighing, Alexandra gestured Lenna and Fausto to one of the shops.

What he said does not explain anything but it was all he could say. ¨ No one is taking care of me right here, right now. I do what i want ...¨ That was true. Not even Slate that programed all for him to be in the country, nobody. He was alone in an unknown country waiting for orders, living in a luxurious hotel in which these rooms were as expensive or even more than the value of all the cloth in the shop they entered.
When he steps away from the group an employee ,elegant ,almost Cielle's age , approached him. . ¨ Hello Sir, could I help you? ¨
His pride ,as he walked away , domain him and he had a different idea for what happened before ,his doubts had caused the gem to fail. Because when he talked again , he did it precisely mimicking each tone and without any syntactic or semantic error.
¨ Hi man , follow me please. Quickly. ¨ To buy was very easy. Yes, it was ... when using an extension of the credit card from the daughter of one of the most important owners of hotels around the world. For in regard to his pockets were as empty as they were that fateful day that he leave his home. That was the only way that Fausto had to try something of the good life, and that salary was more than acceptable for being a singer.
The employee followed him hastily with several items in his arms, shirts, pants, jackets, long coats. And he grabbed more as the child capriciously pointed someones while both directed toward the changer room.

Problems, problems. They would not go away.

Then, they did.

Lenna turned to Alexandra, asking in hushed French. "What exactly do you want to do here...?" He was a threat to security, and they couldn't very well babysit him on the mission. But if he was all alone, he probably wanted company. As far as she'd gleaned from the conversation, he was an alien to Romania, foreign, surrounded by foreign things. Who had let him come here? He said he came of his own volition, but... "How would he even afford something like a plane ticket..." She glanced over her shoulder at Fausto's purchasing furor. The thought struck her. Maybe he was loaded.

But he was just a child... then again. Lenna had done some pretty wild things before she was 16. Kids grew up fast, these days. They grew up fast, but in a dangerous place like Romania was right now...

And Alexandra had stated he was a student at the Sister School. Xavier's Sister school.

"You said he was a student at Xavier's." And she worked at the Institute. Same place? "Does he have a power?" If he had a power... Slate had sent her here to help the mutants of Romania, hadn't he? They couldn't have some kid become a casualty due to negligence, could they?

Slate probably wouldn't approve.

"I'd hate to have him picked up by Romanian police for something like that..." Lenna trailed.

"What exactly do you want to do here...?"

Mouth opened. Mouth closed.

Alexandra wasn’t sure what she wanted to do here. Help Fausto buy some clothes? And from there? She had no idea. The boy did not answer to anyone? Was that good? It took her less than a second to find the answer. No. Not at all. But, then again, what could she do about it. She was here with business, Kabal business and Fausto was making things difficult. Problems, problems. Just what she needed the most.

Concerned blue eyes followed Fausto as he gestured the shop employee to pick more clothes. So… where exactly did the money came from? Last time they met he said all his clothes were charity…

"You said he was a student at Xavier's. Does he have a power?"

Alexandra shifted her attention to Lenna, curiosity in her eyes. She simply nodded in response. What was Lenna thinking?

"I'd hate to have him picked up by Romanian police for something like that..."

Thoughts became pretty much obvious. Alexandra glanced once again at changing room then, with slightly narrowed eyes and an arched eyebrow, turned back to Lenna. “What are you suggesting?” The molecule manipulator bit her lip. No, she didn’t want Fausto thrown in the camps. And with the attitude he proudly wore around, she guessed that could happen at some point. Alexandra frowned. Slate’s eye would probably twitch a few times if she did it… but. Heh, when did she actually care about what Slate said? “Maybe we could use him…” And that sounded awfully cruel. But hey, she didn’t mean it that way. “Teach him a few things while keeping him out of troubles?”

He was in a frenzy , not any kind of it . A shopping frenzy. Just the best kind of it where no one get hurt ... most part of time . This time the stampede was provoked by one boy . Not just a boy but Iron Mouth , the best lurer of problems and attention . Indeed , he was a problem for all the shop but also a good customer . To the first employee that approached him , now two more were added to his entourage of loyal minions .
All their hands were busy grabbing clothes as they walked while one of them give some advises to the singer about what could match what he decided worth of him .
The king entered the changing room while they wait . Clothes went in , clothes went out while he tried everything they gave him . Then he whore what he liked the most of what he picked up . Expensive jeans without a lot of fancy details , with a stylish loose white shirt . Until now everything was common , expensive but common . But the rest ... A double breasted black wool overcoat .Hip length, with a thick belt unbuttoned around the middle also with decorative straps around the cuff of the sleeve and at the shoulder. And the final detail was the black hat on his head , they have not crowns for him .
All the other clothes were packaged and as he ordered while paying , all would be send to his hotel later .
All the employee sighed in relief when the boy headed toward his friends ¨What do you think girls?This outfit really fit with my greatness . ¨
Now no one could doubt about his royalty now , but biggest doubt would be about how he get enough money but his card gladly payed everything . He looked like a dangerous man , a dangerous mafia boy. All his clothes screamed Get outta my way you are not worth of my presence .

She suggested it, not Lenna. That made Lenna feel a bit better. It wasn't as if she was asking her partner to risk the mission now. It was more like she was being asked a favor. 'Take care of this kid, keep him out of trouble'. Lenna shrugged, and replied in French.

"We could."

Slate would probably be glad to know they were looking out for mutants, even on the job. "So long as we do what we need to in a timely manner," she added on to her statement.

Lenna wondered what Alexandra meant by the word 'use' here. He was just a kid. There wasn't much to use... though then again... if she opened her mind... maybe his power would be beneficial? Not that they'd use it to aid in their bribing, but...

The thought shattered as Fausto returned to the pair.

Lenna stared at him a second, before replying in English "It's fine." A split second later, she remembered how big his ego was, and added onto the statement. "Very charming!" She did her best to wear a poorly-hidden smirk. Acting was fun. So was sharing the edge of her elbow with Alexandra. Lenna gave her a light jab in the side, and faked a laugh. "With looks like that, it seems like you won't need our help picking clothes."

So. Everything was pretty much settled. Lenna and Alexandra were the new mutant baby-sitters in town. As long as we do what we need to do in a timely manner… Alexandra agreed, nodding slightly at Lenna. Sure they could do their mission and baby-sit Fausto in the same time. A smile appeared on her lips. Oh boy.

The molecule manipulator tilted her head to the side, tempted to let out a sigh at the chaos in front of her eyes. Employees came, employees left, clothes were thrown from side to side as Fausto decided if they fit him or not. Alexandra shook her head, arching an eyebrow as one of the employees rushed past her, a load of clothes in her arms. “Maybe we should let him know that there are other shops too…?”

And then Fausto came out, his badass attitude pouring out from every pore. She felt an urge to sigh again but she resisted it. “Or maybe not.” she muttered more to herself rather than Lenna as she eyed the hat on Fausto’s head.

¨What do you think girls? This outfit really fits with my greatness. ¨

Mentally she rolled her eyes. Yes, the outfit looked good on him. But, she thought, modesty would have looked even better. With interest, she eyed Lenna as she played just the song Fausto wanted to hear. A light jab at her side made the molecule manipulator do the same. She laughed, nodding at Lenna’s words. “Indeed.” She said in honey coated voice. “I bet you’ll make the girls turn their heads in your direction.” Alexandra winked then laughed again. If Lenna could play, so could she.