Ethan woke up in little sanctuary of the subway, he didn't need to turn on a light, the entire area was lite by his skin. He sat up and his small chocolatte lab shifted next to him. "Sorry Luc," He said before standing up. He loved living on his own, no rules, no adults, getting up when he wanted doing what he wanted it was the greatest!. Walking over to a small shelf where he kept his things he grabbed a bottle of listerine and quickly swished and spit it out, he had a routine every morning. Wake up, swish, shower, dress, see if he could get some breakfast at the local diner. He jumped into a small make shift shower he had made by breaking into the city's water main and showered up, then got out of the shower. Ethan closed his eyes and consentrated hard, he had been trying something with his powers recently and sure enough his skin tempature rose and the water began to evaporate off his body. Smiling in sucess he quickly dressed and called for Lucy, the small dog ran up to him placing her front paws on his thighs. "Lucy in the Sky, I'm off to get some food alright girl, I'll bring you some left overs." She responded with a bark and liked his cheek. He smilled and walked towards the door grabbing a bag hanging on the wall near the exit. He stepped through the door he pulled on a heavy coat and hat, also dawning a pair of sunglasses, so that his apperance wouldn't be obvious. Once exitting his 'layer' Ethan walked up the tracks towards a nearby subway station, he unzipped a pocket in the bag and peered inside, it was filled with wallets that he had pick pocketed recently, his only way of making money since he ran from home, and a pair of roller skates.

Once he reached the platform he opened up the bag and took out his skates, putting them on his feet. The people around looked suspiciously at him, not everyday you see a boy covered from head to toe walk out of the subway but then again this was new york, the capital of super heroes. He skated out of the station and onto the street. He closed his eyes as he entered the suns ray's. Even through his sunglasses he could feel the energy just radiating from it. Unfortunatly, Ethan wasn't yet quite used to New York life style and wasn't thinking of watching where he was going. He bumped into a rather large man in a buisness suit as was knocked off balance. He fell to the ground hard lossing his bag in the process, his sunglasses were knocked off and his hat fell off aswell. His florecent white hair and sun shining face were exposed. "MUTANT!" He heard some one scream in the back ground. He attempted to scramble to his feet but failed with his skates on but instead settled for grabbing at his bag, though it was just out of reach. He wasn't looking as several police officers where running in his direction.

Things over the last week in New York City had gotten more and more odd. People...mutants, had been stopping into his shop left and right and the stress that those encounters were causing was starting to weigh heavily on him. That's why the shop was closed early today, he was going to take Lee out to a nice dinner and a movie. They were going to be normal gosh darn it! Normal for them was something a little less than normal for anyone else, but still, they were going on a date, and nothing was going to get in the way of that.

Bustling around the shop, the neon lights had been off for almost an hour now, Tarin worked on the books and straightening out the general chaos that had appeared on the shop after a few days of work. The streets were starting to bustle, it was definitely lunch time in the city, and Tarin watched every now and then as people made their way to and from work.

The usual bustle of people up and down the street was relaxing to Tarin. Even though he'd been raised in a fairly rural part of Texas, he'd lived in cities a majority of his adult life and being away from the crowds and tall buildings made him uneasy from time to time.

A yell of "MUTANT" broke the monotone of motion of the crowds outside and Tarin's head jerked up. Part of him instantly wondered if somehow something had happened and Lee had been forced to reveal herself. Rushing to the large windows that made up the entire front of the shop, Tarin peered outside and instantly found the source of commotion.

Cursing, not under his breath since he was in the shop, Tarin hesitated for a moment then made his way quickly out the door and down the street a little ways towards the young man.

"That was rude!" Tarin said, glaring around loud enough for everyone near him to hear and hoping he'd managed to catch the ear of the guy who'd yelled. Panicking slightly at the approaching police officers, Tarin snatched the hat up off the ground and dropped it on the young man's head. "Haven't you people ever seen an albino before?" he said scathingly, grabbing up the bag the guy was trying desperately to reach, "My shop boy is on his way back from an errand I sent him on."

Turning his gaze back to the younger man still sprawled on the ground, Tarin realized his problem was the roller skates on his feet and rolled his eyes, "I told you to stop wearing those. I don't care what you say...with as clumsy as you are, running into people all the time, that just makes your job take longer."

Eyeballing the guy that the young man had obviously ran into and was standing, still glaring a few feet away, Tarin held out his hand with a card, "I'm so sorry sir, if you're ever interested in my services come into the shop, remind me who you are and we'll work something out."

Tarin turned his gaze back to the younger guy on the ground, "You." He said, eyes narrowed slightly on the boy's face, "Get into the shop. We'll talk about this some more in there."

The police had stopped, about 10 ft back and seemed to be satisfied with what Tarin had said and they stared for a few more moments before turning and walking off into the crowd, "Let's go. Now" Tarin said to the younger guy, turning on his heel and heading back to the shop.

Ethan stopped scrambling as a guy came out of the crowd, yelling at everyone that Ethan was Albino and his assistant. Not wanting to question the mans kindness he grabbed at his hat and pulled it tightly over his head before anyone else could protest his mutieness. Albino was after all a far cry from the surface of the sun so he wanted to cover up before people could get a second look. He managed to get to his feet being in much less danger and pulled the colar up on his coat trying to cover his face. He followed after the stranger that had rescued him slowly skating and as he came close to him he mumbled. "Thank you," under his breath as they walked into the shop. Ethan was afraid that he was caught and was going to be shipped to the dreadful camps that he had heard of.

He followed the man into his shop before easing up on his collar and looking around in his surroundings. Seeing how they we'ren't surrounded by humans, "I appriciate the help man, I really do. But why did you help me?" He asked, he wasn't sure if the man was a mutant which was unlikly in this day 'n age or if he was just a kind soul.

((ooc: Been lookin' for an excuse to sic Rupert on that shop of yours. Then I saw the word "cops"... ))

Rupert Kelley was beginning to believe that ninety-five percent of the population of New York City were really mutants in hiding. Everyone else was a cop, a zealot, or both. Those two titles had never been mutually exclusive.

Rupert motioned with his coffee cup to the swirling crowd. "I swear--ninety-five percent. Maybe more."

Officer James Delray laughed; it caused the newly healed scar running up through his lips to his ear to crinkle. A souvenir from the Sanctuary raid, one that he wasn't ashamed to hide. "Kelley, we have got to get you out of those Camps, and out among people again."

Rupert leaned dramatically back against the side of the coffee stand, as Delray's partner finished up ordering some sissy drink with a girlie name. Delray and Rupert pretended not to hear. The other pair of officers out with them on this lovely mid-morning coffee run were less polite: they sporfled through their own drinks. "People are exactly the problem, Delray. Every time I'm off work, I run into mutants. It's like I've got a guardian angel pushing me into train wrecks."

James smiled over his own coffee--black, like Rupert's, like the other two officer's, like any man's who had any dignity. "Good to see the desk work hasn't broken you of your dramatic exaggerat--"

> "MUTANT!"

Rupert wordlessly motioned with his coffee, down the block and towards the shout. James looked towards the shout, then back to Rupert. He held up a finger. "That was a coincidence."

"No," Rupert corrected, coffee cup still pointing in the direction of Exhibit A, "that was today's train wreck. You going?"

"I'm going, I'm going. Hold my coffee."

"Hold your own coffee. I'm going, too." That earned more than a little eye-rolling from the peanut gallery, but no one pointed out Rupert's idiocy. His idiocy was well-documented on the NYPD. It was also in the habit of pointing itself out without any help. The idiocy in question: a guy with a stabbing scar through his lung wasn't built for spiriting.

Half a block of sprinting later, the sound of wheezing drowned out the sound of five sets of running feet, the light clicks of four guns being brought to ready, and quite nearly drowned out a sudden call:

> "That was rude! ...Haven't you people ever seen an albino before?"

Rupert slowed his pace. "Aww, **** guys--it really is just an albino," he wheezed.

"You sure?" Officer Delray asked skeptically; the other officers had obediently slowed their pace to match Rupert's.

"Just look," he waved a hand that had abandoned its coffee cup back at the stand, "you can see for yourself."

"Doesn't look like--"

"Trust me, Delray, that's an albino. Do you know how many albinos have been dragged into Registration by hyper-vigilant idiots? I'm getting ****ing sick of albinos."

"Looked like he was glow--"

"Everything's glowing, Black. It's a bright sun-shinny day." Rupert gulped in enough air to match his sarcasm. "Let me correct my earlier statement: ninety-three percent of the population are mutants. Five percent are cops or zealots. Everyone else is s freaking albino."

> "My shop boy is on his way back from an errand I sent him on."

"So..." One of the other officers said slowly. "Back to the coffee?" There was muttered agreement. Rupert waved them off.

"I'm going to go yell at the idiot who cried wolf. Maybe apologize to Whitey on behalf of those of us with brain cells. Catch up with you guys later."

A few minutes later, after a swiping a certain business card from the hands of a man who was too observant for ninety-five percent of the population's good (there was no need for the guy to have souvenirs to remember the day by), Rupert pulled open the door of a certain shop. He'd been planning to say something along the lines of 'Albino. Cute. Real cute', but he ended up stopping. Staring. Looking around with one eyebrow quite distinctly raised. What kind of shop was this, anyway?

OOC: Welcome!!!! Glad to have you!

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At least the kid was smart enough to play along. "Shush." He said simply in response to the thanks as they walked through the door of the shop. Tarin still had the kid's bag and dropped it silently on the counter as they fully entered and the door swung shut. The kid wanted to know why, Tarin sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It seemed like all he'd done the last few days was reveal himself as a mutant to anyone and everyone who entered the shop and wondered. Maybe not this time.

"You're just a kid...." Tarin said, shaking his head slowly as he turned to face the younger man. He wasn't exactly a kid, but the fact of the matter still was that he was too young to get tossed into one of those camps. Casting a look up and down the young man's body, Tarin shook his head again, "It really would serve you better to try to blend in a little more. Roller skates probably aren't the best idea...it's too easy for things like what happened today to happen."

Tarin walked forward to the kid and lifted the bill of the hat, tilting his head slightly at the glow off his skin, "Inconspicuous is going to be difficult for you though kid." There weren't any spirits with the guy, and Tarin shook his head again as he walked away, to the other side of the shop. It amazed Tarin sometimes how lucky he and Lee both were that their powers weren't more obvious. In normal cases it was easy for them to blend in with the general population. This kid had it way harder though, he really had been lucky that Tarin had been there. "Some of us are way luckier..." he said softly and somewhat to himself.

"I'm Tarin by the way..." he said by way of introduction, just then the door of the shop opened and a visitor was announced by the jingling of the bell.

"What the hell...." Tarin said as he crossed the shop in a few long strides, "Can't you read...it says we're closed?" To be honest, Tarin didn't care who this guy was, the sign quite obviously not on.

Ehtan nodded as his savior told him roller skates we'ren't the best idea. "Well sometimes being able to move faster is." He pulled down on his hat again, being out of his den and not completly covered up made him nervous. He reached back underneth his large coat in the back of the neck and pulled up a hood and pulled it up over the back of his head. The difficulty of hiding with Ethans powers came up, "Yeah i've learned to adapt sort of. And to be honest since I got my...you know, powers , i haven't met another mutant."

He his hand and pulled off the glove looking over his own glowing skin. The man spoke his name, Tarin apparently. "My names Hopes." He said telling him only his last name, probally better not to give up to much information. Expecially being a mutant in hiding for murder and, just plain old being a mutant.

A ringing came from behind where Ethan was, the door opening. Ethan paniced and shoved his hand as quickly as he could into his pocket and kept his back to the new comer. Tarin rushed across the shops towards the door and Ethan resised the urge to glance over his shoulder.

Instead he slowly moved forwards a bit towards a door that he guessed could only lead to a back room.

> "What the hell...."

The gallant shopkeeper-turned-underground-railroad-operator crossed the floor in a few strides, not looking nearly as alarmed by a visitor as he should be, after the scene out front. That's what Rupert got for wearing a suit: no respect. He had a hunch if he'd been in traditional beat cop blues, that respect issue would have cleared right up.

> "Can't you read...it says we're closed?"

The guy looked a little angry, though. Now an angry man, Rupert could understand. He tended to be a very angry man himself. He dug in his inner coat pocket, and brought out his badge. "Can't you read?" He returned.

Motion from the back caught his attention. Everyone's favorite albino impersonator was slinking towards a door. A door that didn't look like it exited to the street. Rupert's shoulders slumped as he turned a deadpan stare on the shopkeeper. "You have a back room?" He asked, incredulously. "You have a back room, and you haven't put him in it yet? Geniuses." He shook his head wonderingly, shoving the badge back into its proper pocket. Show and tell time was over. "Ninety-five percent of the population is freaking geniuses. No wonder you people keep getting caught. It's actually getting hard to feel sorry for you, you know that?"

He stared back at the kid. "Since you're trying not to show your face--or any other skin, for that matter--I'm guessing an albino you are not. Which makes you," he nodded towards the shopkeeper. "Either a sympathizer, or a sympathizer who has a pretty good reason to sympathize. Now before either of you panics and explodes my head, or whatever it is you particular freaks can do--" he took his stunning opportunity to rub at his temples "--can we move this train wreck to that back room of yours? Thanks." It hadn't really been a question.

"Mmmm fast is overrated kid, trust me." Tarin said, shrugging his shoulders slightly as he spoke to the younger man. He was taking Tarin serious though, as he pulled up the hood and checked to make sure his skin was covered. "Oh, I'm sure you've met plenty of mutants..." like me... Tarin said, letting the end of the sentence trail off into silence, "They just don't have to work as hard as you do to blend in."

"Hopes?" Tarin said, raising an eyebrow, apparently they weren't on a first name basis...that or Tarin hadn't been the only one with sadistic parents with a penchant for unique names. "Okay then."

The kid was more discreet than Tarin had initially given him credit for, he had to admit it. As the doorbell jingled and the visitor entered the shop, "Hopes" made his way towards the back.

Tarin barely noticed though, he was pissed...really pissed. What was it with people lately, just stomping their way into his shop then looking around like they were lost. It was ridiculous, simply ridiculous. This guy wasn't any different, Tarin scowled as he came face to face with the man and found him to be a good two or three inches taller. Stopping at a distance where he didn't have to look up, Tarin glared and prepared another tirade, only to shut his mouth so fast he nearly bit off his tongue when he found himself staring at an official NYPD badge.

Son of a Bitch.... Tarin's jaw clenched and his eyes instantly flicked to the door, wondering just how long it would take him to get out of it. Kid be damned, him and Lee could be out of the city in no time....

The cop continued to speak though and Tarin's eyes flicked back to him in surprise, jaw slackening a bit at what the man was saying, "We were getting there...." he said, putting a hand to his head and sighing, "I was just trying to figure out if it was a safe thing to do or not."

Tarin bristled again at the "you people" comment and his eyes narrowed slightly. "We keep getting caught because we have a tendency to do the right thing....for some reason when ninety-five percent of the population turn us in after we safe a baby from a runaway bus."

The cop was staring at the kid again and Tarin stepped a little more to the side, keeping himself between the two. "What does it matter either way. The fact that you're here either makes you a sympathizer, a sympathizer with a reason, or one of those punks with a collar who it turns out has his work cut out for him...badge or not."

It didn't really seem like this guy was there for a fight...not alone, and not encouraging movement to the back of the shop. The word 'freak' made Tarin bristle again and he full on glared this time, planning on standing his ground and possibly kicking this guy out on his ass in the middle of the street. Something told him though that causing another scene in such close proximity to the last one wouldn't be a great idea.

"Come on then." Tarin said, turning on his heel and stalking to the area he used to do readings. "Could you stop being rude too. That'd be great." It wasn't a question either.

Ethan froze when the newly entered person mentioned the back room and just knew that he had been seen. From the sounds of the conversation Ethan figured out real quick that the guy was a cop. His head hung at the realization, and he knew that after several months of playing hide and go seek with new yorks finest he had been caught, or at least just put into check.

The cop didn't seem to be too violent but Ethan wasn't ready to let his guard down quite yet. He didn't want to turn around because the fact that he lite up like the sun, it would be rather obvious that he was the one wanted for a murder that happened not long ago. So Ethan sat and listened. From the way Tarin spoke, he used alot of 'we' in referance to mutants, that either he was a mutant or just someone who thought of mutants as people.

Hearing the suggestion that they should move into the back room followed by tussling feet Ethan walked forward a few steps and opened the door, standing to the side to let others through. He kept his head bowed a bit so that his glowing wasn't dreadfully obvious, though his hood cast no shadows over his face.

It was amazing how quickly a badge could put New York's genetically impaired citizens back on their heels. He didn't even try to stop the smirk that crossed his face when he saw the shopkeeper's eyes flash towards the door.

> "We keep getting caught because we have a tendency to do the right thing....for some reason when ninety-five percent of the population turn us in after we save a baby from a runaway bus."

Rupert's smile died a painful, twisted death upon his lips. "Do you like vomit on your pretty little Persian rugs? Go ahead and keeping talking about things you haven't got a damn clue about, if you do." The only thing nature had made more stupid than the average citizen: the average mutant citizen. That 'us' hadn't slid in one of Rupert's ears and out the other without triggering a few prejudice-laden assumptions in its wake. Two freaks. Aww, just look how cute the older one was, getting between Rupert and the kid like some protective bitch. A bitch being a female dog, you understand. It was like a Technicolor nature film in high-def.

> "What does it matter either way. The fact that you're here either makes you a sympathizer, a sympathizer with a reason, or one of those punks with a collar who it turns out has his work cut out for him...badge or not."

The bitch was barking. Rupert couldn't stop his smile's ever-amused return. It was exactly this kind of soothing mental imagery his anger management instructor had been pushing lately.

> "Come on then. Could you stop being rude too. That'd be great."

Bitch. Rupert thought after the stalking man, and immediately had to clamps his lips shut on a highly inappropriate burst of laughter. Hot damn, that did help; even better than the breathing exercises. Point to his anger management instructor. He followed the man.

He stopped well back from the kid. "It's cute that you're getting the door, but how about you go in first? I'm not armed and I don't have any of those collars, if that's what you're worried about." He motioned graciously ahead of himself. No offense intended, but he didn't trust freaks any further than a collar shock could knock them off their feet. This pair could take him easily enough without placing either of them at his back, no doubt.

((ooc: If the "bitch" bit bothers you OOC, let me know, Tarin. Rup won't keep it up for long.))

Tarin had felt an extreme disdain for cops for the longest time. At least in Tarin's opinion, they had a tendency to "shoot first and ask questions later", in the proverbial sense. They were a suspicious lot by nature, and this one was no exception. The only question was, why was this one sticking around so long, fitting in his little jibes here and there. Was he just teasing the two of them before sicking more cops on them. Was the trip to the back just a ploy to trap them?

The one thing that was for sure though was that if this guy thought flashing a badge in Tarin's face was going to be enough to turn him into a simpering puppy, he was wrong. It may have caught him off guard for a moment, but that was as far as it was going to get. Now the punk had apparently decided that Tarin didn't know what he was talking about in reference to his own life.

"Things I don't know about?" Tarin said scathingly, "You think I haven't seen what happens to someone careless enough to show their talents in public, no matter what the reason? It seems to me you're the one with a delusion. Please...by all means, puke on the rugs, it should make you sick." Tarin was absolutely disgusted, and furthermore refused to be treated like a second class citizen.

They were headed for the back of the shop now for real, the kid held the door and Tarin wondered what was up with that. The cop was on a roll it seemed it was nice to know, however, that he didn't have any weapons...or collars. That gave Tarin confidence, two on one they could definitely take the guy if push came to shove.

"Come on kid, even though he's a cop I think he can manage the door on his own." Tarin said as he pulled out a chair from the table, none to gently and sat in it, his entire being radiating the disdain he felt for the entire situation.

Ethan gave the cop a rotten glance as he commented on not wanting Ethan behind him. For a unarmed cop he sure was a shame!y punk, expecially when he was in a closed area with mutants. Ehtan gave the door a push so that it would hang open an bit as he fell in behind Tarin and grabbed a seat at the table aswell.

Being so covered in a closed environment was starting to bug Ethan, ecpecially when he should be much more aware of his surrondings. He pulled off the jacket, leaving him with only a plain tee shirt, the hood came off with the jacket. He also reached up and removed his hat letting his florecent white locks fall back into place. His skin radiated and the room lite up even more then it had before now filled with the Ethan made sunlight.

The mood that Tarin gave off seemed to make Ethan a bit more confident dispite the situation. Ethan looked around the room and then back at the cop. His hand dug inside his pocket and he felt the large sunglasses that he had worn before. A plan began to form in his head, just incase they needed to getout of there quick he had an idea.

> "Come on kid, even though he's a cop I think he can manage the door on his own."

" 'Even though'?" Rupert parroted in disbelief. Amusement: gone. " 'Even though'? Now just what the Hell was that supposed to mean, Mister Talents?" He caught the door with an open palm as it swung shut, and joined them at the table in a manner of speaking. The manner of speaking: he didn't sit. He did not feel like sitting. "Now you listen here: it's not my damn fault that you people can't just pretend to be human. Couldn't stand to be normal, could you? What's that word you like to use? 'Homosuperior'? I've--"

The kid was glowing.

Rupert's head swiveled to the other side of the table. "You're glowing," he said. "You're glowing. Great. Well, now I know that Black's eyesight is better than mine." He squinted in the sudden glare, trying to give his pupils some much-needed time to readjust. He ended up looking down. His expression went slack for a moment. Then he looked back up at the kid, in total disbelief. "Okay. I get it. You can't help the glowing." He pointed a finger towards the ground. "Unless those skates are surgically attached, though, lose them. Crap. Hasn't anyone taught you the first thing about laying low? What, did you think they would help you outrun a Stalker? You glow, freak. Don't go out in public. Especially not wearing roller skates."

His happy visualizations had broken down. Rupert returned to a tried and true anger control: he took in a deep breath, counted to ten, and let it go. He made a waving-off gesture with both of his hands; one towards either freak. "Okay. Well, before either of you decides to kill me or something equally bad for my health, I'm going to say this plainly enough that even if your mutation actually is to be an idiot," he looked towards DayGlo as he said that one, "you should still be able to grasp the concept."

"I'm not here to arrest you, turn you in, or anything else. I work with the Resistance. If you want to contact them and glow somewhere safe," he angled his stare towards BrightLight yet again, "I can give you a contact number." Something was bugging him about the glowing mutant: something half-remembered. It was annoying; it would come to him eventually, though. In the mean time: he turned to the shopkeeper. "Do you have anything to drink? I just abandoned a perfectly good cup of coffee to come and talk to your asses."

"Oh...I'm sorry" Tarin said, his voice absolutely dripping with false sincerity and sarcasm. "I forgot that I asked to wake up in my bed at the ripe old age of eleven with my DEAD FATHER hovering over my face." he said scathingly, standing up as the cop refused to sit down. "I also really enjoyed the poking and prodding in the loony bin at twelve. I asked for all that though...I couldn't stand to be a normal kid...just to inconviniance pigs like you. So please sir...accept my sincerest apologies."

Tarin didn't bitch a whole lot about the things that had happened to him since his power manifested themselves, but for some reason this smart-assed cop was bringing out the bad in him.

The cop had gotten distracted...Tarin wasn't honestly surprised, shiny things had a tendency to do that to cops. "Yes...he glows." Tarin said then bristled a little bit. Apparently the cop was thinking along the same lines as he was, Tarin crossed his arms and pouted a bit, "That's what I was telling him when you barged in. Apparently he's of the opinion that getting away is a better plan than not getting caught in the first place." At least the guy was willing to accept the fact that 'Hopes' couldn't help the fact that he glowed. The guy just had to take it that one step further though.

"Why with all the freak business dude?" Tarin said, holding his hands up and shaking his head as the cop waved his hands at them, "Like you said, the kid can't help it. You think he wants to be that easy to pick out in a crowd?"

The cop had more to say though, and a look of thorough disbelief encapsulated Tarin's face as he stared. This guy was a member of the resistance. That was nearly impossible to believe. Something was tugging at the recesses of Tarin's memory though, something that another visitor to the shop that week had brought up and Tarin audibly gasped, "Don't tell me you're the cop Naveed was talking about...No wonder he was hesitant." Tarin simply shook his head, this was staring to really be too much. He thanked every deity in the book for the thousandth time that Lee wasn't around to be freaked out by this.

The guy was offering them a number in case they needed somewhere safe to go, or help. Tarin looked at him suspiciously and tilted his head to one side, knowing that Lee would freak if he'd had an opportunity to secure a safe haven and had turned it down. "I'll take the number...." he said reluctantly, Tarin hated having to feel like he owed this guy something.

"Drink?" he echoed in response to the cops question. "I don't have coffee here in the shop...but I do have Scotch...come to think of it...I think I need a drink."

That said, Tarin made his way to the recently abandoned kitchen cabinets and collected to tea cups, then rummaged around the top shelf for the bottle of scotch he knew was up there. It wasn't super high quality, but it would have to do.

Returning to the table and slumping wearily into the chair he'd abandoned, Tarin poured a liberal amount of the liquor into both glasses took one and gestured to the other. "Drink up." he said before taking a liberal swig of his. "Sorry kid..." he said after swallowing, casting an apologetic look in 'Hope's' direction. "I know you're not old enough."

That said, Tarin turned his attention back to the cop and looked at him searchingly for a moment, "So if you're here to help...why all the bigotry and raging? You obviously realize we didn't ask for this...."

Ethan just sat back, his eyebrows raised as the cop marveled at his glow. "Yeah i get that reaction alot. And it's because of guys like you." He leaned forward on the table as the cop contined to speak. "And don't worry about me getting away from little thing you guys made I can do alot more then glow." He had never heard of a Stalker, probally had something to do with living underground. He glared at the cop when he made a sugestion that his mutation must be being such an idiot though he doubted that he could see it through the glow.

Apperently this guy worked for a mutant resistance, thought a resistance that this guy worked for Ethan thought must be a trap to send mutants to a camp. He thought of a scene in Chity Chity Bang Bang when the kids got tricked into going into a cage dressed up like a truck full of candy. "Let me get this right, a human racist facist like yourself works for a mutant resistance," He watched as Tarin asked if he was the cop someone named Naveed asked about, then took the cops number. "Do this often?" He asked Tarin a questioning look on his face. Ethan had only been a mutant for a few months but it just seemed like the entire world just went topsy turvey since.