Nox sat idly upon a low wall as the crowd ambled past her. ‘So this was New York’. Buildings soared upwards to meet the sky, thick petrol fumes hung in the air, and the steady drone of traffic insured that any of her coherent thoughts had to struggle not to drown. The metal and glass encasement of the skyscrapers reflected the dying rays of the summer evening onto the bustling streets. ‘People. They were everywhere, milling from one shop to the next, filling the streets with the conversation, laughter, anger, even tears occasionally. Did they have any idea how shallow their lives were? No, of course not, if any of them even tired to put themselves into the bigger picture they would lose their small, insignificant self instantly.’

She always faced this problem. The backwoods were where she was happiest, but there was nothing to do. Once one could survive, and Nox had a knack for this, even the untouched mountains soon lost their kick. So once more she had been drawn into a big city because of the lure of a thrill, and once more there were more people than last time, and there had been far too many for her taste last time. As far as she was concerned, the hordes of people that pillaged the streets only offered one advantage – among them you could be ignored.

Having successfully managed to do nothing in particular in nowhere particular for the last while, Nox now addressed the situation at hand. She had made it to New York, which had been her goal for the last months. Travelling to America hadn’t been the easiest task when one lacks a ticket, a passport, and didn’t officially exist, but she had made it. ‘So what now?’ She knew nobody, and her reason for coming here seemed rather vague now. she had wnated a challenge, well she was sure if given a bit of time she could find one. Now, however, there were necessities to worry about. Food, shelter, and money were first, maybe after that she would allow herself a bit of fun. She came to the conclusion that money was the essential element here. Since money equals food, transport, and a roof. The ground below her feet may have constantly changed, but no matter where she had been the easiest way to get money had always been the same and she didn't think that New york would be an exception.

Yolgezer went to the city center that afternoon.He walked down the 73.th street when he noticed that lady coming.She looked so tired but very beutiful eyes and hairs enough to realised by everyone.Yolgezer slowdown near her and said "Hello madam,I am Yolgezer,when I see you I feel your soul was lost like mine.Your eyes murmur you are special too.If you have any time I want to stand drink for you at corner pub."Yolgezer said these words with self-confidence of his past experiences.

Perched on a flag pole that hung from the side of a building, Kaz gazed over the multitudes of people, milling about like mindless drones; ants following the orders and will of their queen: Money.. Thoughts similar to these had been running through his head, and while a pool and an oxygen tank helped him think, this surprisingly did just as well. On his high perch he lay against the wall, feet out before him, crossed ankled, on the flag pole, watching. This was the great thing about New York, while some might notice him, though not likely with their busy lives, and think 'mutant', most that noticed him would pass him off as a crazy person, or one of the thrill seeker types, like the human flies.

Score after score after score passed below and in front of him without any catching his eye. He generally noticed certain things, a good looking woman, kids with parents, business men and women, etc. When a woman propped herself onto a low wall and didn't move from the spot it caught his eye as odd. His crimson gaze fixed apon her, he looked into her eyes from a distance. He could see a good deal of intelligence in them. This intrigued him, she seemed to be looking around with a critical gaze that few possessed, as if she saw a larger picture of the world, as if she was apart of and separate from it. A look he had come to see in quite a few 'special' people.

Leaning to the side, Kaz 'rolled' off the pole. Catching on to the one below it with his hands, rotating, he continued his 'fall' until his feet were pointing down towards the earth. He dropped 20ft or more, sticking the landing like a pro gymnast. A few people looked at him oddly, which he paid no attention to. He began to make his way towards the woman, his stride was long and flowing, as if he floated just above the ground, flowing through and between people like a wisp of air through trees.

After a few moments, he came up from behind the woman to stand next to her on the wall. "Though they would deny it with vigor, they're very much like ants." He looked down at her, his white gloved hands clasped together behind his back, the setting sun catching on his customary 'white outfit', draping colors of the setting sun onto him. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Hello madam,I am Yolgezer,when I see you I feel your soul was lost like mine.Your eyes murmur you are special too.If you have any time I want to stand drink for you at corner pub."

Nox slowly turned her head to take in the young man who had dared to break her contemplation, it had been a bad move on his behalf. To make the situation worse was the utter rubbish he then sprouted about murmuring souls. Her cold gaze normally insured that she didn't have to receive this kind of pathetic attention, but then she supposed there were always the fools.

After a momentary pause she curtly responded "Firstly, my soul is of no concern to anyone else, though if yours is lost then there's bound to be a slow blonde about somewhere who can get you back on your original track. And secondly" With this she lightly stood up and as she turned to face him her hand shot out and grasped around his venerable neck. Her fingers instantly found his jugular and she began to slowly apply the pressure that she knew would eventually kill him, adult man or not. And to make matters worse, well for him at least, she slowly drew upon some of the plentiful heat that was around her and redirected it through her hand. She wanted her next message to be understood very clearly, and believed a little burn would bring the fact that she was deadly serious into light. “And secondly, I highly recommend that you find something else to occupy you time, namely something as far as way from me as possible.” She then released his neck by pushing him backwards, leaving him gasping and with pain still blazing from where the infrared energy had been directed, as he was engulfed by the crowd.

Well that was him dealt with. She knew it had been too to rash to use her powers but she had been rather enjoying her musing and he had been lucky in her opinion not to catch her on a bad day. She remembered how hard it had been those first few times trying to control her power, but now, now she easily slipped into the state where she could feel the electromagnetic energy radiate all around her and lightly manipulated it to take one course over another, in this case through her hand.

"Though they would deny it with vigor, they're very much like ants." He looked down at her, his white gloved hands clasped together behind his back, the setting sun catching on his customary 'white outfit', draping colors of the setting sun onto him. "Wouldn't you agree?"

She tilted her head just enough to catch the white figure beside her, who seemed to be covered in dancing flames, in the side of her vision but not enough so that the street was still the centre of her attention. She had to admit that, unlike that last man, his observation was accurate. “Yes, ants. That’s it, that’s them. Though with one difference: ants work for the good of a hive, they on the other hand, have no drive to better humanity. No sense of the corrosion of their own society. They would happily carry on with their own petty lifes oblivious to the wails of the world until it affects them.” She paused to contemplate the stranger, whose line of thought had been much like her earlier one. She had never heard anyone else express this critic of humans, but then there must be a few of us she supposed, a rare few who can take a step back.

Kaz couldn't help but chuckle at the unfortunate man as the woman layed him out quickly and easily. <That's what he gets.> He thought to himself as he payed him no mind afterwards. He had left his question to the woman open ended and open to interpretation. Kaz listened to her words and was intrigued. Nodding slightly as he looked out over the sidewalks, stuffed with people. "Quite true. I couldn't have said it better myself." He let the sound of the city fill the silent void between them before speaking again. "Would you count yourself among them? Label yourself as human," Pausing to look around at the crowd, "Or something more?

Quite true. I couldn't have said it better myself."

For a while, her thoughts drifted again - a dog barked nearby, a young child wailed, breaks squealed, life carried on. Oblivious to the two watches.

"Would you count yourself among them? Label yourself as human," Pausing to look around at the crowd, "Or something more?

At first her attention was still caught up in the scene in front of her, but the words "something more?" jolted her mind back. Nox turned round and for the first time she focused entirely upon the stranger. His startling crimson eyes meet hers, silver locks framed his face, and he was certainly the most unusual person she had ever met. Would I label myself as human? No, ever since she had been run she had always seen herself as...as different. Her mind then changed focus, though her contact with humans had been limited, she knew an odd question when it was asked. And the way he had asked, like he considered himself as apart from them. She thought for a moment as her mind was carried by this new thought, and his eyes.. they weren't human. She then startled herself by remembering that he was waiting for an answer. "Something more, I don't know about, but different - yes. Human, no. Not for a long time. But then neither are you." She said it as a statement not a question, as she spoke she had turned once more to try and spot his reaction within his deep crimson eyes.

Kaz watched the woman as she soaked up the surroundings and his question. He could see her mind racing, trying to figure him out. He kept the smirk from his face as she looked right at him, their eyes locking.

"But then neither are you." Her tone was matter of fact. No questioning tone. Confidence. She felt confident in her statement.

Kaz looked at her for a moment longer, his eyes seemed to glow, perhaps it was the light of the low sun, maybe not, he turned and looked back out to the crowd. "That's quite the accusation." This time he let the smirk appear, "One that I won't every try to deny. I've never been apart of them. I'd never want to be." He looked down at her, "Where're you from? It's obvious you're not from here," He moved his hand is a small ark indicating New York. "And by the way you see things, maybe not even from the US."

She watched the smirk tug at the side of his mouth in response to her accusation before he turned back to the street that lay before them. It came as no surprise to her when he admitted he wasn't human, and the distance he clearly saw between them and himself was alike to her own feelings of separation.

She too turned once more and saw him gesture at the scene, From around here? No. She was a long way from where she had started, a slight sense of loss stirred in her, though no trace of it reached her face, as she realised there was no place that she could label home. The years when she had been welcomed in her own village had been at an age where her memories could no longer reach. She had no home, but then she hadn't had one for the last twelve years, there had all been shelters. But I survived didn't I? She thought as she managed to quench the last remnants of loss.

"You’re certainly right there. But where I come from that’s more complicated. " She paused slightly, she didn’t know why, but she felt that the stranger deserved more of an explanation. "A long time ago I suppose it would have been Norway, but its not that I really come from there, that’s just where my journey started." The energy was dropping in the air, she could feel it dying off as the last rays of light became weaker and weaker. It would soon be night, not that darkness affected her anyway. “What about yourself? Where are your origins?”

Kaz had no idea what she was thinking or feeling in the moments between his last words and her response. He could only guess she was weighing the pros and cons of telling him, and deciding what exactly to say. When she finally did respond, Kaz gave her a slightly questioning glance when she spoke about her journey's beginning. <That's interesting. Wonder what she means.>

"Where are your origins?" Kaz looked at her then looked away, into the street, but slowly, his gaze moved higher, following the glass of the building in front of him until he was looking into the sky. "Loneliness, pain, confusion, suffering. Arizona." He smirked. "And here." He looked back down at her. "I was born in Arizona, outside Phoenix. But if you speak of origins as what makes me, me. Then everything and everywhere I've been and experienced." He paused before turning fully to face her. Holding his hand out. "Kaz Corydon." He tilted his head just slightly as if asking for her name.

She choose to ignore his slightly questioning glance - the rest of her past was her own, and she had never divulged as much information about herself, well not the truth, as she had just done, but then she had never met another mutant before.

"Loneliness, Pain, confusion, suffering"

They pulled on all too familiar aspects of her own history, Was it like this for all of us? or can some people accept us? She could feel his gaze as he lowered his head and looked at her but she continued to keep her gaze upon the unsuspecting street.

He was right. We are defined as who we are by the sights we have seen, by the acts we have committed, by our choices, not by where we were born. He held out his hand, tilting his head slightly "Kaz Corydon". "Kaz" she repeated softly as she turned towards him, yes that perfectly matched the face that was now waiting for her name. "Mia Christiansen, but i prefer Nox". She too held out her hand and shook his, something she had not done in a long while. She had never needed to know names, simply the who, where and when, and the how much. She rather liked the change.

Alright. This was getting irritating. Way too many people hustling and bustling here and there and pushing and shoving at everyone that they passed. Isabel made sure to give a few of them a good shove with her shoulder every now and again. Stupid, useless people, too busy with their own petty problems to even exercise common courtesy. Well, if they didn't care about shoving her and others around, then Isabel would give no second thoughts to repaying the favor. Why did she have to be out here again? Oh right, that new mutant girl, the one that went by Nox. Syn had sent her out on her first recruiting mission. How she was expected to find the girl out in this crowd was anyone's guess, especially since it was getting dark. She gave a disapproving glare at the sky to show her unhappiness with the sinking sun and the fact that by dark she still hadn't found that Nox girl yet. But, Syn had asked her this favor and so she'd do her best to find this girl.

She was very close to calling it quits and simply avoiding Syn completely until she went out again the next day to try to locate the girl before a big blob of white intruded upon her peripheral vision and caused her to turn her head. She slowed to a stop and quirked a brow as she focused on the figure, which just so happened to be Kaz, the slightest hint of a pout crossing her features. She was still a little put out that he'd left the Order to go join up with that Antonescu guy. Her focus then turned to the girl he was speaking with, he faint pout turning almost immediately into an excited grin. Bingo! That girl matched the description Isabel had been given perfectly. And, if Kaz was speaking with her, it was probably a safe bet that she was a mutant, which only increased the level of assurance in her mind that this was Nox, the girl she'd been looking for.

Casually Isabel made her way over to the two, giving a smile and a cheery wave to Kaz as she approached and then looking curiously up at the girl that had perched on a low wall. "Hello there," she greeted, giving a smile to the girl as well, trying to be polite and friendly. She was a recruiter, she needed to have people like her in order for them to like the idea of taking up residence in the Sanctuary. "Forgive the intrusion, but I'm looking for someone. Someone that happens to look a lot like you. You wouldn't happen to go by the name Nox, would you? If so, I've got a bit of a proposition for you," she said, only glancing back at Kaz for a brief moment before focusing on Nox again, waiting for a reply, hoping she was one of those cooperative types.

Nox watched while a rather odd looking girl stepped out of the crowd and greeted Kaz, as she now knew the white stranger as, with a smile and a wave. To be approached by complete strangers thrice in one day - now that was quite a record. Nox thought that if it hadn’t been for the fact this girl seemed to know Kaz she don’t think she would have reacted to politely to the interruption. But as it stands she simply watched, letting her face betray no emotion, as the girl seemed to focus upon her.

“You wouldn't happen to go by the name Nox, would you? If so, I've got a bit of a proposition for you,"

That time even her control let her down, for at the mention of her name Nox’s surprise reached her face for just a fraction of a second before she regained control. She didn’t seem to be very successful at taking a low profile, but then maybe they had found her again?.. She thought she had disposed of all those who had been hunting her from England, but her mind quickly assumed the worse. STOP. She commanded her own mind, she just needed to focus there was no need to jump to conclusions, now more than ever she would need a level head. She decided to keep her response short, and try to gauge this girl before she betrayed too much. “Yes, some call me Nox”. If the girl turned out to be helping them then she concluded that she would act, but there was no reason to think so yet. Nox knew that she was fast to suspicion but it had saved her life in the past.

Isabel's smile brightened a little as Nox confirmed that she was indeed the right girl. Finally, no more walking around looking at hundreds of different faces and having to push her way through the ridiculous numbers of people out on the streets. So, she had found the girl, and Nox seemed to be at least somewhat like a cooperative type of person at this point in the conversation. So far, so good. This only left the rest of the conversation to get through, and hopefully it would go smoothly enough.

"Oh good. It's great to finally bump into you," she said, paying little mind to Kaz any longer, focusing the majority of her attention up at Nox. "Well then, I suppose now's the time to explain the proposition I've got to offer. Every heard of the Sanctuary before? Big building, golden doors. It's basically a place where people can go when they've got no where else to stay. It offers nice meals at all times, has a vacant bed for everyone that comes to stay and a whole range of other things, and it's all completely cost free" she explained, mentally rolling her eyes at how corny it all sounded. But hey, she was just trying to get out any options that might appeal to the girl. "However, there is a second reason why I've approached. You see, the Sanctuary also houses a powerful mutant organization and the leader of that group has asked me to extend an invitation for you to join in. Your talents have sparked her interest and she believes you would be a marvelous addition to our little group."

The girl, who looked like a little comical girl rather than the confident adult she currently acted as, turned to Nox completely as she began to speak, utterly ignoring Kaz. Nox summarised from this that they weren’t on the greatest terms, but she found the fact that this girl had be sent to find her a more pushing matter. She much preferred life as it had been before: just trying to blend in, to go unnoticed as the lives of others sailed past oblivious. Oh, come off it, I wouldn’t have come if hadn’t promised to be harder. Though she was attracting too much attention, not that the trio had managed to make a single head of the crowd take a second glance, but then nothing that didn't infringe on their lives would.

As Nox listened to the girl's proposition with gaining interest, not so much on the actual proposition but more on that fact that they were after her. They wanted her, interesting...and clearly this girls' boss knew about her, and her powers. Hmmm. She was going to have to be more careful in the future. She entirely ignored the bait of food and shelter; she had managed to find her own for the last twelve years, and could continue doing so with out much hassle.

To join a mutant group? That completely took her off balance, she wasn't even aware there were any, but then it made sense that they stayed together she supposed. She looked at the scrawling street in front of her that was now being blanketed in a gentle twilight. Nox's visibility wasn't affected at all since instinctively she drew some more visible light to her, a minimal effort procedure that she now performed unconsciously at nightfall She then turned to Kaz, bringing him back into the conversation, "Are you a member of a mutant group?" She enquired, since she was simply curious at this stage, and never liked only hearing one opinion on a matter. She wasn't even sure she liked the idea of being part of a group, it would have its advantages but she had enjoyed her own company for so long and wasn't fond of 'working for the good of the team' and self sacrifice etc., she much preferred looking out for herself.

Kaz had seen Isabel coming form a ways away, he could pick out that bow anywhere. He merely nodded to the girl as she closed the distance. He knew from his questions that Nox was a mutant, and from the directness of Isabel, he was sure she knew as well, sent by Syn he had guessed. As he listened to her speak, his guesses were right on the mark. <The Order's recruiting. I suppose that's a good thing.> He stood impassively and watched the small exchange of words between Isabel and Nox, with Isabel doing most of the talking. He saw the slight moment of surprise Nox showed when Isabel informed her that she knew about her. Kaz was intrigued about this, <Now where might they have gotten that information?>

As night fell, Kaz's eyes adjusted to the lower levels of light, it didn't hinder him much due to his enhanced sight. "Are you a member of a mutant group?" Nox's question took him by surprise slightly, though he didn't show it. He looked at her for a moment thinking of how to answer. "Yes, and no." Taking a moment to gather his thoughts before he spoke again. "I do work with an elite force comprised of Mutants. But, we don't just work for our own goals. We work for another Mutant. Quite powerful and successful." He crossed his arms across his chest. "We each do what we want to do, we have full freedom in everything we do. Unless Hunter has a specific job for us to do. We're mostly a strike force. When the job's done, we go back to doing our own things. In exchange for doing these jobs and assisting Hunter when need be, we get a lucrative pay." Kaz shifted his gaze to Isabel as he continued to speak, "In addition, Hunter actively works to help us achieve our individual goals or wants. Nearly anything you could want or desire, will be given to you or the help you need to achieve such things." He looked back at Nox. "The only thing Hunter, asks and expects, is that whatever we do on our own time, is in no way traceable or linked to him or the Kabal."