Tses was done with guys.

Like, done. Finished. Over it. They sucked. Especially Ty and his dumb habit of disappearing and never returning. She was especially done with him. Done with trying to work it out. Done trying to be a relationship person. She was just better off as a lone wolf.

Or something like that. She licked her ice cream then rolled onto her back, staring at the sky. Several stories up, sky didn't look much closer. Same old sky at least. Same old city. Same old New York.

How come she felt like burning down the whole dang city then? She sort of wished she were still a dragon. Then she could have at least damaged something. Now she was just a sulky mutant whose powers only seemed to be developing backwards. Falling through things wasn't much of a terrifying super ability.

With a grumble, she took the ice cream cone and pitched it off the edge of the building. Cones ahoy.

Maybe she'd hit some jerk who dumped a girlfriend with it. Karma could still happen right?

SPLAT!

Something went splat on Noel's shoulder so hard, she was sure it had to come from high up. Shielding her eyes against the sun, Noel looked up and up. And up some more when she didn't immediately spot a balcony or obvious overhang. Rooftop? She looked at her shoulder and felt the cold oozing through the fabric.

Napkins. She needed some.

The memorymancer went into the gelato shop at the base of the building and grabbed a few, dropping a bit of cash from her pocket into the tip jar out of guilt for taking them without buying anything.

"Roof access?" She doubted the perpetrator was still up there, but it was a good sign that the kid behind the counter commented about her being the second one today to inquire.

With a growl, Noel took the stairs two at a time. She stripped her button up shirt off as she ascended, wadding the garment to be splat-side-out. By the time she got to the access door, she was just irritated enough to throw the shirt first and take stock of who it was up there second.

Familiar face. Fish. She had something to do with... "Ty's Christmas friend." Noel just couldn't remember the name, but her irritation multiplied 10-fold. She was the source of a few of the tattoos on her now visible upper arms. Namely the strike through Ty Fischer's name on her trusted friend's list and the addition of a stark, black note: "Everyone will betray you eventually."

"You owe me a new shirt." Noel grumbled the words and then turned back toward the rooftop access door. She didn't expect the girl to comply. The memorymancer just wanted her to know the score.

Tses didn't bother looking up as the roof access door flicked open. Her sense of security had doubled a bit with the ability to go light form. It was easier to avoid punches in close range if you needed to. Plus, looking completely bored with someone who was pissed off at you was somewhat amusing. She needed amusing lately.

"I'm pretty sure ice cream washes out if you know, do laundry or something," Tses shrugged. "It's not my normal form of rooftop projectile, so there's a plus side for you. This one didn't explode." She fished in her pocket for a pack of gum then popped a stick into her mouth, smacking it lazily. She glanced over at Noel and squinted slightly. Seemed familiar.

"Karma never seems to hit people that deserve it." She muttered grumpily.

Washes out? Noel stopped, facing the rooftop access door, hand out and ready to grab the handle. "It's the principle of the thing. Not that I'd expect you to to understand." Or deliver. Noel's eyes rolled so hard in her face, she thought she might accidentally trigger her mutation for a moment there.

Brat or not, at least it sounded like the girl hadn't exactly been aiming for her. "Who did you actually want to hit?" Noel turned to face the blonde as she pat at her sticky shoulder and plucked at the loose hairs that were trying to pretend the melty sugar mix was glue.

Usually she tried not to expose her tattoos, but there was no way that shirt was wearable in the state it was in. The information on her skin was personal. Maybe it didn't seem logical to tattoo personal reminders, but she needed them. Things like "Don't date married men" and "avoid intimacy and you won't get hurt" were not always things she would think through without the reminders.

"Because, really. There's no excuse for wasting perfectly good gelato."

Noel had shared many a girl-talk over a cup of gelato.

Who did you actually want to hit?

The response popped out of Tses' mouth before she took the time to think it through. "Well I'd really like to hit Ty, but like, that's not possible. So any dumb, disappearing, disappointing man would really be a better waste of ice cream." She muttered grumpily, crossing her arms.

She rolled her eyes and sulked. "I should have squished him while I was a dragon."

Well, it wasn't a lie. Noel heaved a gusty sigh.

She was SO not giving relationship advice to the person Ty had made her promise not to let him back near. It was just a bit too confusing.

The girl should simply go back and hit him. That was Noel's knee-jerk response. She didn't see what could possibly be stopping the girl. Ty was getting a bit better the last she saw, but for the most part, he wasn't a scrapper like this one. More like a punching bag.

But then she actually thought about the words she'd heard. Disappearing, disappointing man.

So. He ran off again. Noel was shaking her head before she'd even really registered her disappointment in the guy. He needed to make a decision and stick with it. That wishy-washy crap was not respectable in the least. "Before we met, he told me to keep him away from you. Not to let him see you again. And to hit him if he ever did." Or something along those lines anyway.

It had been important enough that she'd made several memories about it. Repeating the words. Setting alarms. "Then at Christmas time he up and changed his mind." All that effort wasted. For what? Him just to change his mind again?

Stupid. The brunette probably shouldn't have even told her THAT.

Noel eyed the girl. Their meeting had been too brief for her to remember more than the girl's face and attitude. She'd been more focused on her friend. The one that was now gone. "You going to let someone else make you sulk all day?" Get up. Move on. The undertone was there even if the words weren't spoken out lout.

Once upon a time, Tses would have probably thrown a punch at Noel for her whole part in the Ty fiasco. But at this point, she only gave a somewhat halfhearted glare. "Maybe if you did a better job of being a friend, it could have spared us all some drama." She rubbed her forehead with a hand and let her head rest back into the roof, she could feel the concrete leaving little impressions on the back of her skull. Her pigtails were probably lopsided by now. Not that she cared.

"And no, I'm not going to let someone else make me sulk. I'm sulking just fine all on my own." She snapped. She stared at the sky and crossed her arms. "And ti's not about one person. Sure, he's the more irritating, but I'm done with everyone. I'm done with men who leave, and dragons with their giant egos, and guys who think they're morally superior than you, and people who tell you to be a good person but fail to understand how impossible it seems. I'm just done." She snapped.

She wished she had an ice cream to throw again. This time she'd probably toss it on purpose.

Noel bristled in response to Tses' words, but once Noel reminded herself who those words are coming from, the memorymancer realized the girl was just (still) being a brat. In her world, there was plenty of blame to throw around. Respect, loyalty, and choice seemed to take no part.

They were so not ever going to be friends.

"Well then," since everything the blonde mentioned seemed out of either of their control, "I suppose you'll be chucking yourself off the rooftop next. Enjoy the ride." Noel gave her a little salute and turned to the rooftop access door. Noel most definitely did not condone suicide, but GEEZ. The whole good person thing resonated with Noel a lot. The self pity? Not so much. And Noel could prooobably out-self-pity her.

Noel pulled on the door handle. "Uh." Jiggle, jiggle. Was that locked when she came up here? Noel knocked on the door. "Hello!?" She slammed her open palm against the door next. No way someone didn't hear that.

Aaaand now she was stuck on the rooftop with someone she'd just told to jump off. If she were the cursing type, now would be the time. "Fartknocker."

Jump off a roof, jump off a bridge, jump into a lake. Tses was somewhat immune to remarks like that by now, and a number of other less than pleasant suggestions. At least she could tune that out. Whatever, the girl would leave, go on her merry way. Maybe she would fall of a bridge.

Tses smirked slightly at the idea. Irony was fun.

And then, there was a jingle from the door on the other end of the roof, some muttering, and Tses finally glanced over. A Cheshire like smirk crawled across her features. "Ah, yeah, that door locks you know. Not that I ever really have that problem." Her skin glimmered slightly with light as she laughed and put her hands behind her head. Her mood was improving now. Ticking people off seemed to do that for her.

"You could always, you know...jump off the roof," she purred sarcastically.

Forehead met sun-warmed metal as Noel let her head fall forward.

Crap on a stick.

"I'm not sure why you feel the need to be so toxic." Noel dragged herself away from the door and turned to face the other woman, hands on hips. If this turned into a cat fight, so be it.

"You didn't get your man. Or your way. Boo-freaking-hoo. You've got your head too far up your own butt to see anything else." Maybe that would have sounded a bit more authoritative if she hadn't hesitated a beat before deciding on the word 'butt.' "Get over yourself. Geezus."

And, just because she could, Noel went to look over the edge of the roof. She was not above climbing down the face of the building if she had to. This is why she didn't get along with girls. To freaking unnecessarily emotional.

Tses rolled her eyes, refusing to look at the girl. She stretched and rested her head back against her arms, shutting her eyes and wishing the sun had the same energizing feel the moon used to. At least as that dumb dragon it had. Once again, that would be nice.

"The whole city is toxic. It's one big pool of animosity. You adapt." She remarked. She didn't feel her temper flare at the jabs this time. The sensation was something closer to sadness.

"It's less about a man, more about a friend. There aren't many people that make this city bearable, okay?" She rolled onto her side and looked over the edge of the roof. Her brain considered the distance. Maybe joking about jumping hadn't been such a joke after all in some ways. The ice cream went over pretty easily. Then again, she fell off roofs before. Usually it just ended in a bad sprain or broken bones and extra misery for a few months. Not worth it.

She looked at the people walking past, taking note of them. She could feel the hate in this city rising in waves off the sidewalk the same way heat would. This city hated everything about her. Mutant, thief, homeless, jobless. Maybe she needed a change of scenery.

She needed to get rid of this girl first though. "You can always try the fire escape." She jabbed a thumb towards the other side of the building casually.

This woman did not operate on logic. Noel just couldn't figure out what the heck to do with her. A threat for a threat she understood, but when Noel got angry? The girl just got more docile. Maybe even helpful?

Noel grunted to acknowledge the help and went to inspect said fire escape. It looked like a tetanus trap. Prooooobably still usable.

She put a tentative foot onto the metal grating and when nothing immediately crashed to the ground, Noel figured it was okay. That didn't mean she wouldn't be checking on each window on the way down to see if there was a less-likely to-kill-her way.

"I suck at being friends." Unless there was Gelato to be consumed rather than thrown. Or violence. Noel understood violence. "But I hope you find one." And that wasn't even sarcasm. Just a quiet little goodbye.

She yipped once when the landing beneath her squealed loose in its moorings, but after implementing a stomping test routine, Noel started to make her way back down to the ground. Back to where everybody ignored everybody else like they jolly well should.

Tses rolled her eyes at the girl as she climbed over the railing. She didn't need friends. She didn't need anyone. People were dumb. Yet she still managed to sit up and watch as the girl started to climb. She squinted a little at the landing, then found her arm suddenly flagging the girl.

"I wouldn't step on that step if I were you!" She involuntarily warned. It would have been more fun to watch her fall, but something about metal crashing into the pavement, and blood, and the mess... She didn't really want to witness that.