Being back in New York as nice. Thought her own business matters today were merely taking care of a few of her own personal chores, this morning wasn't going to be properly right until she had something to keep her awake through the day. Afterall, getting in the city early morning was difficult enough, and having visited a few different boutiques and shops, Sophia was feeling fairly pampered and utterly fabulous. If she could only send this stuff home so her arms weren't as full, it would be even better.

Alas, for now it was time to duck in to a coffee shop. Sophia wasn't overly particular about coffee, it usually was the same burnt beans, grinded in to a relatively coarse powder, and the boiling hot water poured through it. Add a few sweeteners, some cream, and a dash of milk, and it was a nice pick-me-up in the middle of a day for a blonde shopper like Sophia. Nothing could really set her back, her new skirt reached down to her ankles to keep her arm, and it worked ever so perfectly with her sweater top. Combined with her scarf and purse, she was downright regal in her appearance, easily a touch of class and above the rest of everyone else around her. And that was her point, dress better than everyone else, without seeming like she was trying to, and it was logically obvious who was better than the rest.

Coming out of the shop with her rather tall cup of coffee, Sophia was satisfied enough that she had to see what next store would be her conquest today, she only had 3 bags, and they were hardly full, she could still use another bag or two to even it out in the end. But as Sophia came out of the store, she could see something brewing across the street from her. She wasn't necessarily certain of what was happening either, initially people just paused and watched, and ofcourse there was shouting and screaming, with others moving in closer, as though they wanted the best possible view of whatever was going to happen. Sophia initially had little interest in whatever was going on, but the screaming and shouting was enough to make her pause to see what it was going on.

Best Sophia could make out, seemed someone was looking for a fight. One person was shouting at another, with another person arguing even louder at the other person. Each person seemed to be shouting, pressing their chests out like they were going to fight one another, and Sophia could guess why. From the few words Sophia could make out from the shouting, it seemed one person had a difference of opinion regarding the video online, the one with the mutant girl getting beat up by the police, and badly too. Sophia thought it was a rather unnecessary, neither side necessarily played that correctly, but more importantly, it was the Police who went too far. Someone already disabled, and they had to get in extra shots as well. Though Sophia had known similar violence with Police, she was from Los Angeles after all, Police were in force there too, and she wasn't unfamiliar with constantly news stories about police brutality.

This was obviously different, and worse of all, Sophia couldn't see who was arguing, just so much that she worried that perhaps one of them was a mutant. It would figure too, they'd be the only ones to get upset over this video the most. And with the city in on pins and needles, it only took one spark, one fight to get this city in an uproar probably. So even though Sophia looked utterly fantastic, she didn't forget to bring one of her four inch balls of glass with her. The ball was enough to help her out in a tight pinch if anything happened, but for now, Sophia was more concerned with the next store, surely this fight wouldn't become anything violent or extreme…

One of the things about getting a new apartment after a prolonged absence was that it was necessary to actually equip one's apartment with what was needed to live. Furniture was the first order of the day and that she had managed to deal with all ready, second hand and soon to be delivered to her, admittedly, rather run down little one bedroom apartment. That done, the next order of the day was to actually fill her kitchen with the tools needed to cook with. Not that she was a fantastic cook by any means, but she could make due. Making due, however, required dishes and that was what brought her out of the house that afternoon.

Immediately after leaving the safety of her four walls Skydancer was stared at and, in hushed tones, remarked upon but that was something she was used to by now. In the past it had bothered her a great deal but now she was better equipped to simply file it away into the background. No, she wasn't exactly happy about it, but her skin was purple and that was the way of things and she just had to learn to deal with reality. Reality, as it turned out, was much easier to deal with when one wasn't distressed at every little thing, especially those little things she couldn't' change. Like being a purple skinned mutant, for example.

The afternoon started out well enough, with the acquisition not only of dishes for eating on, but also some cutlery and a pot which she stored in her backpack. Although cold with winter, it was bright and clear out and that made her time in the city all that more pleasant. A coffee, she decided and then a return home. Home was something she hadn't had in a long time and it was a comfort to have one again. Coffee was something she really couldn't live without.

As Skydancer approached the coffee shop, however, she began to hear shouting and it didn't take a genius to figure out what the shouting was about. It was about the video of the mutant girl that had come out not too long ago, a video that got just as much attention in her little circus troupe as it seemed to in the rest of the world. While her circus troupe, however, was mostly sympathetic to the mutant plight, much of the rest of the world wasn't nearly so understanding.

Worried that the argument might escalate into violence and, even worse, that there might be a mutant on the receiving and of that violence, Skydancer made her way closer, trying to remain as casual and unassuming as possible. She wore a long jacket and hat as well as gloves for the cold. It meant her purple skin wasn't quite so apparent as it might have been during the warmer summer days, but it was still very much purple and more than a passing glance would reveal that. If it was two quarrelsome humans she'd just pass them by and hope to remain unnoticed. However, if there was a victim, especially a mutant victim, she could hardly justify not trying to help.

>> "Serves her right." He was playing the video on his phone repeatedly "I mean, look at her. She looks like she came right out of hell, all she's missing is some fire and brimstone. Cops can arrest a person for carrying an illegal weapon, why can't they arrest them for carrying wings and claws and horns..."

"Basic rights! Arresting a person for being alive is wrong and making judgment based on looks is racism. She wasn't doing anything wrong so the Police had no legal right to do anything."

>> “Looks is one thing, horns and claws is another and they're deadly! You can pull the racism card if you're white, black, brown, yellow or whatever, but this thing?" he said tapping on his phone. "That's a freaking alien."

"Dogs have claws, and teeth. Want to make them Illegal?" She rolled her eyes. If the conversations wasn't so strong her own mutation would keep him from even looking at her. Even with them both shouting, the people closest to them weren't able to completely realize where Seyta was. "Different isn't illegal. Mutants aren't Illegal. Do you think All mutants deserve to be treated like that? Most of us are practicably human!"

>> "Dogs have leashes and masters who own them. Why do you think we have animal control? Mutants..." he said, then stopped himself when the woman not only sided with them but confessed to being one. He seemed surprised there were 'normal looking' mutants but he didn't change his mind and seemed undeterred to push his point across. "Practically is a very big word. Here you were all normal like and I'm thinking 'She's just a woman', now you say you're a mutant and I'm thinking 'Can she turn into a monster? Can she blow me away?' Different isn't illegal, but dangerous should be, and this!" he said, showing her his phone, the video playing on it again. "This woman is dangerous!"

Seyta stopped, they had been going at each other for a while now. He wanted dangerous, he was going to get it. ”Dangerous... You have no idea. Dangerous is people like you calling for public executions of things you don't understand. Dangerous is idiots attacking the innocent. Dangerous is the innocents having to defend themselves...” She barely even blinked as she grabbed the Ka-bar from her belt and pressed it to his skin. With a grin she motioned with her free hand.- “My mutation makes other people ignore me... Barely anyone here is even stopping to look at us. This is dangerous. Not the girl in the video, its people like you forcing us to be what you are afraid of.”

The more Sophia leaned in to the crowd to see what was going on, the more she could hear shouting. Shouting from what sounded like one side versus the other, and tragically, it was in regards to that horrible police on mutant violence. Sophia was aware that New Yorkers were a lot more expressive in their personalities and thoughts, this seemed like it was going too far though, and unfortunately, it was getting out of control fast.

Leaning in a little more, Sophia could hear things about being dangerous, and one mutant even going so far as start talking about herself, which if Sophia heard her right, that her power was to go unnoticed? Strange, why would you not want to get noticed, surely you'd want someone to recognize you or atleast confirm you're there. Must have been a sad person who needed to shout to get attention. But her power was to go unnoticed, she was doing a fairly bad job of it. Sophia wanted to divert attention, perhaps get people to not pay as much attention to what was going on, maybe defuse the situation and just make it so it didn't get any worse. And she had an idea.

While the fought just across the street from the coffee shop, this was still a moderately busy intersection with shops and stores, even several parked cars scattered about. A few broken windows would get people attention, especially when the alarms inside the cars started to go off. And so, with a wave of her non coffee filled hand, half a dozen car's windows in her and the crowd's immediate area all suddenly had their windows broken, Sophia gift of manipulating glass meant she could shatter and smash it at will, making sure the glass flew inward toward the vacant cars and didn't harm anyone at all. The front and back windows shattered, and even the front and rear side windows smashed inwards, shards of glass everyone, and in almost a complete succession, each of the car's alarms followed suit, as though they were being stolen, but merely by invisible thieves. Hopefully this would get the crowd's attention, maybe even the owners would stop to address their vehicles. And hopefully, the noise, which was already annoying Sophia, would annoy the rest of the people to disbursing. Sophia though would wait on the side, across the street, coffee in hand, sipping ever so diligently as she watched in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

As Skydancer made her way closer, the words suddenly became more clear and with every word she heard she felt a deep sinking feeling in her chest. It wasn't right, the words being spoken, the idea of mutants being locked up like dangerous animals. Such views were exactly why it made things so dangerous for mutants like her, who couldn't easily hide, to even do something as simple as walking around outside in safety. She was lucky as her power allowed her to defend herself, but she knew there were though who weren't nearly so fortunate.

The woman defending the mutant girl laid bare the fact that she was a mutant too, one who could apparently make herself go unseen. Not, apparently, at the moment although now that it was mentioned, the argument was attracting less attention than seemed usual. Skydancer didn't' know if she had any ability to defend herself but she wasn't about to take that chance. If the mutant girl should get injured or worse because of her inaction, knowing that she could help, she wasn't sure she'd be able to live with herself.

As Skydancer approached, more people glanced in her direction and began muttering as they took note of her purple skin. She ignored them. Tubes burst out of her skin, one on each wrist, two from the back of her neck and three down each side of her torso. She felt the familiar brief flash of pain as they pierced flesh before that pain faded within a few second. Now people were really taking note of her as she spread her tubes out around her body, lethal tips gleaming.

"I think you ought to leave the woman alone. No one wants anyone to get hurt." So maybe subtlety wasn't her strong suite.

>> "I think you ought to leave the woman alone. No one wants anyone to get hurt."

Seyta turned to the woman who spoke raising an eyebrow. There where several tentacles sprouting from the purple body, which was odd enough. Seyta was about to show the woman that she didn't need help as the now very frightened man facing two mutants, one with a knife to his throat, has gone rather silent.

CRASH!!!

Every window around them shattered, every car alarm went off. Everyone’s attention, including her own, shifted to ducking and protecting themselves from the flying shards. When Seyta did get her bearings back and looked for the man, he had run off into the crowd. ”Damit...” It wasn't that important if he got away but Seyta wanted to finish her lesson.

Turning to the purple mutant Seyta moved to puller along beside herself. ”We need to move...now. Unless you want to join the gargoyle from the video in the hospital.” There was a clothing store across the street next to a coffee shop. Those where good places to lay low for a little bit if nothing else.

Shattering glass was easy for Sophia, but to see people leaving the scene, you would have thought it were easier to book it and run away. A fair majority of them did, with a lot of the people scattering in all directions away. At first it was the nature of the car alarms going off perhaps, but upon second consideration, it may have been the purple woman there as well which may have frightened a great majority of them away and in all directions. Thankfully the crowd was dispersing, disappearing all together and running for cover, and while they did some noticeable figures left as well.

Namely it was the woman in purple, appearing to be towed along but another girl it seemed in to a clothing store just beside the coffee shop where she purchased her ever so delicious coffee. Surely the two seemed to acquainted, or atleast familiar with each other, but it was the nature of seeing them walk in that made Sophia suspicious. All the broken glass didn't seem fair to innocent people who didn't do anything at all, and in this confusion still, it seemed proper to do some repairs if she could. Seemingly using the cover of fixing and cleaning her glasses, she willed the glass from the seats and floors of the cars, politely moving them back in to their proper places as best as possible. Sure it took a few moments, but thankfully, no sirens, no bystanders, no innocent reason to worry about it. Sophia tried her best to looked shocked and amazed as the glass fixed itself that she used the hesitation and confusion to duck in to the clothing store herself, sipping her coffee ever so carefully as she popped in.

This wasn't a great clothing store, lots of racks, but few customers, an ideal place to hide if you were a girl who could go unnoticed, but it was the girl in purple who shouldn't have been so camouflaged. Looking around, Sophia started browsing through racks, a lot of it wasn't her style of flair, a more younger crowd that would have appreciated the graphic t-shirts, the flair jeans, and the ever so flirty tops and skirts, all which scream teenagers and lacked any nature of refinement. It was a wonder Sophia was in the store, she looked almost like a mother shopping for her daughter, but alas, she was shopping for the purple girl and the other unnoticeable, seemingly, unable to otherwise locate them amongst the rack of clothing.

CRASH!!!

The unexpected noise caused Skydancer to jump and she very nearly impaled a poor man standing a little too close to one of her waving tubes with the shock of it. Lucky for her and even more lucky for him, she had better control than that. Maybe without her long months of training as a circus acrobat things might have turned out far worse for the both of them, but that wasn't exactly something she cared to contemplate.

”We need to move...now. Unless you want to join the gargoyle from the video in the hospital.”

Skydancer nodded, allowing herself to be pulled. The shattering glass was only going to distract the panicked crowd for so long before they turned on her. Of course, that was kind of the whole point of the display, to focus their attention on her instead of the mutant they were previously confronting she she was at least moderately certain she could defend herself if need be, but not without hurting a lot of people. And not if any one of them had a gun and happened to be brave and/or stupid enough to actually use it.

It seemed to be a good leap in logic to assume the glass breaking was mutant caused. What Skydancer most wanted to do was ascend to the relative safety of the rooftops, but she couldn't do that in good conscience unless or until she knew that the mysterious third mutant, whoever he or she was, was safe. She looked around frantically but, try as she might, couldn't pinpoint who it might be.

"I think there's another mutant here," she spoke to the woman grabbing her, just loud enough to be heard over the chaos. "We need to find them then I can take us to the rooftops. We'll have a chance to escape there."

>> "I think there's another mutant here. We need to find them then I can take us to the rooftops. We'll have a chance to escape there."

Seyta nodded but pulled her into the store anyway. "Yeah, another mutant is obvious. But trying to escape right now will actually make you and the other mutant bigger targets."

Putting on a happy smile Seyta quickly started browsing the racks of clothes and randomly handed a shirt to the woman. "Act natural, and pretend to be shopping. I'm sure police will be here soon and running along rooftops with them is never a good thing."

Personally Seyta hadn't been in this situation back in Salem as a teen, but she knew friends who had. It was another large mutant hub, though much smaller than New York, and trouble crept up a lot. Her new friend did have a point though, they should find whoever made the glass shatter. Safety in numbers technically could apply to Seyta still.

Dancing amongst the store, it wasn't long before Sophia found what she had been searching, hidden among the racks of clothing was a woman shopping, but one that didn't quite fit in. Despite the shirt, it was somewhat obvious that the her nick and hands were indeed purple, perhaps the person she was looking for. Though the purple mutant had been found, the other one that went unnoticed had not, indeed she was someone who desired to go unnoticed, and thus simply fit in too well amongst the store. One might have assumed that the other mutant who wasn't purple was somewhere in the store, but judging from the demeanor of the woman with the purple skin, it seemed what ever associate of her there was had left.

Still Sophia wasn't quite sure how to approach this, perhaps if she asked like she worked there, or perhaps just was honest about her intent. Surely one of them might have suspected that windows breaking wasn't a freak nature, but instead a mutant. It was unlikely they would have suspected Sophia, the smug look on her face was enough to speak volumes about what she considered her power and the absolute nature of its strength. However, one could take one look at Sophia and dismiss her entirely too, merely a shopper already bags in her hands, having been shopping all morning, there was no need for Sophia to be the mutant, rather simply the model of sophistication instead.

"Maybe… you might just look good in that," her lips slowly curling to say the words, each one a bit slower than the first, as though to emphasize that she felt nothing here would suit this purple woman. Just as she locked eyes with the mutant, the faint hint of sirens began to ring in the distance, her eyes shifting to the side, as though she could peer through walls and was trying to sense how far the police we're to the scene. They'd not find anything, except people scattering and of course, and if they decided to look inside the store, they might just find a girl in purple, destined to be arrested and a similar fate not unlike the video. Sophia though had better ideas, "I assume they're here for you, after you broke all those windows…"

Skydrancer drew all of her many tubes back under her skin save one, coming out of her shoulder, which she wrapped covertly around her arm. The small wounds healed within seconds of their disappearance inside her body. Now that the confrontation had moved beyond the mutant woman, becoming unseen seemed to be of more important than anything else. The one she kept out, just in case it should be needed. Always be prepared should things turn bad and things seemed disturbingly likely to turn bad. Or, perhaps more accurately, to turn worse than they were currently.

Skydancer nodded at the other woman's advice to act natural. If that was even possible as a purple skinned mutant she wasn't sure, but for the time being that seemed the most prudent option. In her experience cops rarely went looking on the rooftops and rarely even bothered to look up, but then again she was rarely in a situation in which cops had cause to seek out mutants. She knew she wasn't the only mutant to lurk the rooftops. Still, even if they were likely to pursue up there, she felt more comfortable high above than stuck on the ground. After all, pursuit or no she had advantages up there that they could only dream of.

"Maybe… you might just look good in that. I assume they're here for you, after you broke all those windows…"

Skydancer looked up from her browsing of shirts to the new voice that spoke. "No," she answered, voice somewhat cold and precise. "But they will assume it is." The curse of being a mutant who couldn't easily hide or, at least, couldn't hide without all due preparation. Sirens. Not a surprise but very unwelcome all the same.

Skydancer turned back to the instigator of the whole situation, almost forgotten if not for the fact that she had just handed Skydancer a shirt. "You may be able to blend in, but I fear I may have no choice but to take to the rooftops."

>> "You may be able to blend in, but I fear I may have no choice but to take to the rooftops."

Seyta shrugged looking between both women. The one who had followed them into the store was rather calm about talking to the two mutants, so she was likely one herself, possibly the one who did shatter the windows. It was just as likely that she was a human who was sympathetic towards mutants though, it did happen sometimes. “The glass wasn't us. The sirens wont really care though...”

Taking a quick glance around the store Seyta grabbed another shirt off the rack, she didn't look at it though, and turned her gaze to the back of the store. Employees Only was written on the door to the stock room near the back. A way out. Looking back to the woman with the glasses she spoke. “Since you didn't start screaming when you saw us I'll assume you aren't going to report us to the police after wards.” She turned back towards her new purple friend. “If you want to get to the roof, we should go out the back. The cops are probably here by now and while I can hide myself I'm not going to watch as a fellow mutant gets dragged away for nothing.” With that she casually began to move towards the back of the store, pretending to look over more clothes. Hopefully these two had some sense and followed her. Otherwise this was going to be rather difficult.

"I'd hardly call it nothing," Sophia mentioned, though seemed far less interested in pushing it further when the second girl suddenly came in to view rather suddenly. She had been hidden rather well before, but here she was now, and she was making rather assumptive statements regarding her intention. Granted, Sophia had little interest in seeing a mutant going to prison, though she had little interest in how this ended as well, but now somewhat involved, Sophia couldn't easily look away.

As now it was a store they were in, the back exit was not an easy way to escape, assuming someone might have been waiting there perhaps too. This was a rather sticky position for this mutant, being purple in all. Though at the same time Sophia had little interest in showing her own mutant power off to others quite so suddenly, though perhaps the back of the store might have worked well for this. With little interest really, Sophia had notions or ideas on how to try and get this somewhat under control, "I’m not super interested in anyone getting in trouble, so do me a favor and stay out of it. Try to go toward the back of the store."

And with that, Sophia went to a rack, and pulled a rather ugly punk shirt that she normally wouldn't ever wear but felt it necessary to pick it up regardless, double checking the size and the others sizes around it before taking it up toward the lone store clerk at the front. Sophia looked around, seeing an easy to reach cordless phone just with in arms reach if she wanted it, and made her move, "Excuse me, do you have this in a size 14?"

The clerk shook her head no, picking up the shirt and saying she'd be right back to find the right size for Sophia. And while she left, and once she was out of eye sight, Sophia reached toward the phone and quickly dialed 9-1-1 as fast as she could. For an emergency line, it took a few seconds before anyone picked up, and with that, she began whispering in to the phone, as though rushed and hurried, "Yes, Hurry! There's a big purple mutant, running down the street! They were trying to start a fight with another guy in the street, and I think I saw the mutant attack another person! Oh my…!"

After that, she hung up and tossed the phone back toward the counter and walked away. She waited by the doorway for the police to show up, hearing their siren's coming even closer, hoping they'd finally arrive as she could still see people in the street dispersing from the crowd that had gathered before. Once they'd arrive, she'd lead them right where they wanted to go.

“If you want to get to the roof, we should go out the back. The cops are probably here by now and while I can hide myself I'm not going to watch as a fellow mutant gets dragged away for nothing.”

Skydancer nodded her assent to the suggestion. Just because she was more comfortable on the rooftops didn't mean she felt any need to take unnecessary risks. As she hurried closer to the back door, she grabbed a scarf hanging on a rack and wrapped it around her neck and head. It was winter so it wouldn't be too unusual to see a woman wrapped in a scarf and, more importantly, it helped to obscure her purple skin. It might not be enough to hide her entirely but, if she was smart, it might be enough to avoid a second glance.

"I’m not super interested in anyone getting in trouble, so do me a favor and stay out of it. Try to go toward the back of the store."

"Thank you," Skydancer spoke to the other woman curtly and precisely. It seemed a safe assumption to be made that she was likely a mutant, possibly even responsible for the glass incident. Luckily for her, she didn't have skin that made her stick out wherever she went so it was probably easier to hid her involvement. Assuming, of course, that she had any involvement.

The store was less chaos than Skydancer might have expected, with a majority of patrons making their way outside. Those that remained seemed justifiably panicked and Skydancer wasn't as gentle as she might have been in pushing them out of her way in trying to reach the back exit. As the sirens came ever closer, however, haste was clearly of top import.