Selling drugs is not the Order’s true purpose. Dorian was certain to make this clear to young Kaitlyn, hoping to prevent anything similar to the events of last weekend, when she had waved her Order connections in the faces of several Order-controlled M distributors and demanded that they teach her all about their job. In a way, it was almost cute that she wanted to know about her “family’s” business. The dealers were not in her “family,” however, and they found her behavior indescribably obnoxious.

So Dorian had promised them that he would try to keep her out of their hair. This was going to take the form of sitting her down and explaining what the Order was actually about, and why she really shouldn’t spend too much time around drug dealers.

Once Kaitlyn realized that he had written a certain pamphlet she had read (and apparently tried to distribute at Xavier’s school), the conversation went on an interesting tangent.

Several hours after Dorian and Kaitlyn’s conversation, it was still Saturday afternoon. The sky was somewhat cloudy, but still bright; it was pleasantly warm outside. An Italian restaurant by the name of “Trevino’s” in Manhattan was still fairly. A small sign on the front desk informed patrons that ‘We do not serve mutants.’

CRACKOOM

The restaurant’s windows shattered from the explosion, sending shards of glass onto the sidewalk. Tables and chairs were knocked over. As the manager struggled to his feet, a small red-headed girl pointed at him accusingly: “Mutant!” She was sitting on the floor, clearly disoriented, but not injured. The man who accompanied her, likely an adult relative of some sort, helped her to her feet before shooting the manager a death glare and walking the girl out of the building.

The restaurant’s employees, and the one other patron in the building, were all too dazed to react.

Once Kaitlyn and Dorian were outside, she noticed a man with an outrageous amount of hair. He looked like either a teenager or a 20-something, he was paler than a cave monster, and he had knee-length grey hair. Kaitlyn thought that he must have some kind of hair-related mutant power, which would really be the only sane reason for a guy to grow his hair out that long, as she saw it.

The girl looked him dead in the eyes. “Never eat here.” She nodded towards the partially destroyed restaurant.

Dorian was busy covering his mouth and making a strange, raspy, slightly unpleasant noise. He was probably laughing. Someone unfamiliar with his mutation might assume he had a serious breathing problem.

It was one of those days that Vance could not stand, it was warm but cloudy with no chance of any rain at all. He was still getting accustomed to the climate here, his ostentatious cloths although fit for the drab English weather were not doing him any favours in America. This had caused him to remove and leave a layer of his cloths at home, instead of having his jacket he was not only wearing his boots, grey trousers and his ruffled shirt.

Vance was again mapping the city out for himself, marking anything of note down including but not limited to the city parks, garden centres and anywhere else that had any notable plant life for that matter. He had found himself in what he was pretty sure was Manhattan. He had just passed a quaint little restaurant just thinking to himself, What he would not do for a little rain or even a light breeze light breeze...

CRACKOOM

Vance had very little time to react but again thank goodness for his reaction speed, He was able to jump the foot forward required so as not to get showered in glass and debris. He spun on the spot to look towards the restaurant his hair trailing in an arc behind him as he did. Why on earth did he wish for a breeze.
He noticed then two people leaving the restaurant, what was worse they did not look particularly panicked... It was going to be one of those days he thought to him self.

He was approached by the little girl who looked perhaps no more than thirteen or so. He could not help but smile at the girl, the smile was as far as it went however his cheerfully formal demeanour was still present when he spoke in his usual annunciated English accent while stooping to her level his hair although swept behind his ears was now touching the floor.
“I do not eat little girl, but if I did I do not think I could... Someone made a mess in there...”,
He was about to press and ask the little girl if she knew who made the mess when he heard an unsettling noise behind her, it sounded almost like forced mouth breathing. Vance was able to hide a shudder of disgust before realising that it was coming from the man that accompanied the girl from the restaurant.
This was the last thing he needed a trip to a hospital and a child to look after.
“Are you in need of assistance sir ?” Vance stood and called over the head of the little girl. He was unsure why he asked if they needed help... he was not a doctor nor did he know to administer even simple things like the heimlich manoeuvre. He really hoped the man did not.

Good god it was going to be one of those days.

Dorian shook his head. In doing so, he uncovered his mouth, revealing the grin that he had been trying so desperately to contain. He quickly covered his mouth again, hoping nobody in the restaurant had seen it before he could get that smile under control. Why did he find this whole situation so funny, anyway? Because he just ruined the life of some restaurant owning bigot who sorely deserved it? Because his accomplice was a 12-year-old?

Kaitlyn, meanwhile, felt proud of herself. The only people who don’t eat are mutants, meaning that Kaitlyn was completely right about this guy being a mutant. After a few moments of thought, she decided that she was too curious not to ask:

“Does your hair have superpowers?”

The man behind her started wheeze-laughing again. She turned to stare at him for a moment before she realized that he was laughing at her. “Oh, shut up.” It was a perfectly normal question.

The mime stopped laughing and turned an invisible key in an invisible lock in front of his closed mouth. The lock clicked as he turned the key, and the key clinked after he dropped it in the street.

Vance took note of the man's smile and beamed back in return, he was ever so glad he was not going to be called upon to administer some sort of medical procedure... Although he did always like the idea of a pen tracheotomy.

He stooped back down to the girls level as she started to speak and as she finished he paused with a blank expression on his face. Did his hair have super powers.
“...” he opened his mouth as if he were going to answer but no words came to mind, his quick wit was failing him.
His hair was fabulous but never once had he been asked that question. Vance himself now was struggling to keep a straight face. Luckily for him the girl turned away and he was able to close his mouth and reapply his façade .

Vance raised an eyebrow at the sounds that appeared to be generated by the man's actions. Vance had been a fool, he had let his guard down because he was talking to a child but after analysing the situation again he realised that these two could indeed be very dangerous people.
The girl seemed to know about mutants and in any other situation Vance would have put this down to the media if it were not for two key points.
Firstly she along with here carer who Vance now noticed shared no notable family resemblance had just emerged from a devastated restaurant.
Secondly and perhaps this was just Vance being paranoid but she appeared to have caught onto his of hand remark about not eating, thinking back on it now Vance was not entirely sure why he said it.
Now Vance was far to smart to believe in anything as arbitrary as luck or fate but just thinking about it. These two were likely mutants, and running into two more mutants after his first not but a few days ago did seem like a huge coincidence.
Was he being tracked or even head hunted... figuratively or literally. He decided it was best to humour them and see how it went, he was again in a situation were the nearest plant life was some window boxes or some moss around a drain entrance... He was not exactly prepared for anything.

He straightened up again and introduced himself.
“My name is Vance and it is a pleasure to meet you both” He finished with a small bow and then extended a gloved hand towards the previously wheeze-laughing gentleman. Although there was quite a gap between them he thought it less rude to expect the gentleman to move than to walk around the girl and talk with his back to her.

Dorian walked forward and began to reach for the hand, but stopped when the girl grabbed it first. She made eye contact with Vance, and gripped his hand as firmly as she could manage. “I’m Kaitlyn.”

The mute smirked. He made a show of withdrawing his hand, then pulling a small notepad from his pocket. The front cover, which he held out for Vance to read, said in big, bold letters: ’My name is Dorian. I cannot talk.’ It was useful to have things like that already written out before he met new people

Kaitlyn, who didn’t see the notepad, nodded to her accomplice. “He can’t say anything, but his name’s Dorian.”

Taking a deep breath, he grinned and patted her on the head. She swiveled around to give him an annoyed glare. He kept grinning.

Vance smiled at Kaitlyn and took another bow as she shook his hand his hair cascading over his shoulders reaching the ground. He looked up in time to see the man reveal a note pad. Kaitlyn and Dorian, He smiled at the girl as she explained to him what he already knew and watched the cute dynamics between them, they knew one another quite well.
He stood up and sorted his hair. As he stood and admired the destruction of the restaurant behind them a thought occurred to him, although they seemed friendly enough he was still not convinced they had nothing to do with it.

“To answer your previous question little girl, No my hair has nothing to do with my mutation... Although you are a clever little thing to presume I had one on appearance alone, If you do not mind my asking what gave it away ?” Vance asked polity. He would have to be more careful if he was broadcasting his ability to others.
He would have to be tactful in his quest for knowledge, if either or both of them could do that to a restaurant or the person that did it was still around he would have to be on his guard.

“It wasn’t how you looked,” she said reassuringly. “You said that you don’t eat, so that basically means you can’t be human.” She wasn’t going to mention that his hair’s freakish length and unusual color were the first things to make her guess he wasn’t human. He was probably wearing his hair like that because he thought it looked good, and she didn’t want to ruin his self-image for him.

While Kaitlyn was doing that, something occurred to Dorian. He wrote something on his notepad and showed it to the redhead.

“We need to leave?” She looked up at him.

As if on cue, she began to hear a police car siren. Or maybe it was a fire truck or an ambulance? Emergency services liked to check out explosions in public places, either way. She shouldn’t have looked so surprised.

“Oh! We need to leave!” She addressed Vance as though he was part of the ‘we’ in Dorian’s note, then started walking down the street as fast as she could without breaking into a jog. It wasn’t difficult for Dorian to keep up, since her legs were so short.

OCC: Sorry for the lack of non phone internet, I have it now.

Vance listened to the explanation the little girl gave him, he would have to be more careful or less flippant about his habits in future. His eyes twitched up and in the direction of Dorian as he flipped his notepad. He was confused by the term need but perhaps they were on some sort of tight schedule and he had taken more time out of their day than there plan allowed for.

Then he heard it, the unmistakable sound of sirens. Despite them being different from the ones he was used to in England the sound could not have come from anything else.

Vance was a little perplexed as to why he was included in this... It was going to be one of those days – Days he had had far to many of recently – but none the less he strode after them both keeping pace with relative ease.

He still did not have an answer as to what happened at the restaurant but he was pretty sure he could piece it all together now. One or both of them were mutants, well even if it was going to be another day hiding from the law in a crime he actually had nothing to do with he might at least get some answers. As they walked briskly away from the scene he noticed that every thirty yards or so there was an alley way. Goodness it was such a nice and organised city. After three or four of these alleys passed and the troupe marched on in silence he stepped between them.
“ I think it probably best if change our current direction... The police will catch up to us this way by car quite quickly... We are not unrecognisable.” He finished quickly, although he was worried about his new acquaintances having him be a witness in a second mutant “problem” in such a short space of time might raise an eyebrow or two.
With that he attempted to grab an arm off of each of them and pull them down an alley way.
“This way”