Wolf lay in the corner of the cell, occasionally glancing at the open door of the infirmary when noise came cascading from the outside. He was bored at the moment, lack of activity had him in a permanent bad mood, if that was what you could call it. The first few days had been filled with nervous energy, waking up in the strange cell and attempting to break out. It had not worked of course, the cell was built to contain mutants much stronger then him, leaving the feral creature simply clawing and smashing against the bars to no avail. Following this he had paced about, growling at anything that moved or any person that came near. Finally he lay down, simply biding his time until something came along to garner his attention. 

Tyson hadn't come back after the incident with the new tail he now processed, even after being knocked out cold by a frying pan and sleeping it off in the cell. For all appearances the wolf mutant had gone completely animal, waking up in the same reactive and defensive temperament, though less agitated since the wounds he received had healed over. Regardless of being healthy, he hadn't calmed down and regained his human facilities. Thus far he hadn't shown recognition of anyone who had come to the cell, DocProf and the Headmaster had tried to get through to him only to be lunged at with copious amounts of snarls and growls. At best they could figure he had had some sort of mental breakdown from the stress of his situation. Since he had arrived he's been struggling to adjust, and despite best efforts by friends and faculty, seemed only to have gotten worse over time. It seemed it had finally reached a breaking point, and now Tyson had lost it completely.

Wolf pawed at the ground, still testing the cell for weak points, even after all this time. Perhaps he was still searching for escape, or maybe he was just passing time before the next meal came. It was hard to tell, as the feral mutant didn't seem to be simply exploring his cell over and over, sniffing at the sides for the umpteenth time before returning to lay down and stare at the door again.

He had hit the guy and knocked him out cold with a frying pan. How do you apologize for that? "I'm sorry, man. We couldn't calm you down. It was just the right thing to do"? No. Even if he tried it out loud, it sounded stupid. Generally, 'the right thing to do' statements are.

Because Elliott had not wanted to deal with the lame apology, he had not yet been by. He knew the wolf man had healed. It was hard to hear from Doc Prof that Tyson still had not recovered from the mental dissonance caused by becoming the beast. He had tried meditation with Tyson a few times, to help him cope with it, but the increased senses, the feral nature of his mutation, and the enhanced abilities had just forced up against the guy's mental walls like a tidal wave, and no amount of levies and sand bags could prevent the water from getting through.

If Tyson wanted to learn to be himself, he probably had to accept what he was. That was the Zen opinion on it. You cannot achieve inner peace and balance by denying yourself. Even outside of the realm of meditation and spiritual dogma, that was a bad idea. Psychiatrists always had field days with that. To achieve balance. To achieve good mental health. Tyson would need to balance the beast and the man.

Elliott had never read The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He wasn't the most literary guy. Mostly, he stuck to the science fiction and non-fiction scientific theory stuff, because it interested him. Darwin, Carl Sagan, Asimov, etc. He had heard about the book, though. There was something there. Probably in a similar vein to the Moby Dick / Ahab metaphor about chasing something so far that you lose yourself in the chase. Fighting inner demons, maybe? The battle between good and evil in Man? He wasn't Man. He didn't fully understand that. But he knew someone might.

He didn't know if he would be the first person to visit Tyson that day, but he went anyways. The sight of Tyson pawing at the ground and pacing, like a dog in a cage, pained him. Elliott didn't have a good history of keeping friends. Sure, he could make them. Sure, he could have them. Acquaintances, contacts, and girlfriends. But it didn't always last long. Something. Some paranoia or some job would distance him from them. Even the crew he'd run with before New York had ran from him, and he hadn't followed. They'd never said they were leaving because of him. That wasn't fair to him, he knew. Some part of him questioned it in bad moments of self consciousness, and that part of him was wondering right now if he'd fouled up another relationship.

Elliott came into the infirmary holding cells area. He set down the boombox and hit play. That song that had been playing the first time he'd run into Tyson, a song by Steam Powered Giraffe, began playing. Maybe it wasn't the exact song. Maybe it was one of their others. He wasn't so sentimental he'd remember the exact first song that he'd heard when he'd met the guy. He wasn't a chick. But it'd probably sound similar. Hopefully, the sounds would remind Tyson of himself. And if not, it was a freaking song, and he could deal with it. And maybe it would lessen the amount of background noise that could drive a wolf man crazy, if only he would focus on it. And if that didn't work, he had some books on tape like The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, because he was feeling way too thoughtful for his own good. That way, there be dragons. That way was dangerous. Whatever. It was The Stars. A song about adventure and new frontiers. And maybe, friends, if you read into that song too much. Hearty crews. Not giving up, even during combat, wearing our best smiles, so the enemy is put off, and... And, of course, stars. 

((OOC: And Starlight Star-shine can play next, if you want, because it's also nice, even if this one is way more awkward and sentimental. Cough cough cough. Like you'd play to some ex-girlfriend. Elliott would be embarrassed as heck. But it does fit with losing a friend, so yeah. Or someone can turn off the boom box. Maybe Elliott. After the first six seconds. ))

When the green creature entered, the Wolf was instantly on it's feet, bearing teeth and growling, apparently remembering the blow it had given it before . It's tail was up and hackles raised, signifying his distrust of the creature. There didn't seem to be any former recognition towards the person who he had once considered a friend. Tyson had placed a lot of trust and respect in Elliott and his help and guidance to try and help him. Perhaps he had lasted a lot longer then he would have, though ultimately he had failed to reign in his feral side. Now it seemed anything human that had remained in Tyson was just gone.

Wolf watched the green creature with suspicion as it put down the box and turned it on. He jumped back a little as the music started blaring from it, making it difficult to hear anything else. He felt the beat through the song was unfamiliar. The vocals sounded familiar, though it felt like a distant memory he couldn't put a claw on. His posturing didn't change, still on edge, though it sniffed a bit in the direction of the noise maker, smelling only the green creatures scent rather then anything living. Classifying it as more of an annoyance then a threat, he continued pacing, though his eyes never left Elliott, who was definatly considered threatening considering their last encounter.

Tyson's reaction had made Elliott frown. He had seen the body language of an animal that sensed a threat. It wasn't the body language of a man seeing an old friend, or someone who was angry that they had been betrayed. There was no recognition on his face at all. All he saw was a creature. That had been Tyson's greatest fear, and now it was a reality. It made the green man's heart sink into the floorboards.

The boom box was his greatest hope.

The Boom Box didn't do much more than play sick beats. It made Tyson move backwards a smidgen, made him sniff, but it didn't make him stand up on two legs and provide commentary.

Elliott felt he'd likely need help if he wanted to get through to him. He tried, anyways. "Tyson. It's me. Elliott." He had to shout. The boom box was a boom box, hence very loud. "I'm sorry I had to hit you. You had lost CONTROL. But you can still get back in CONTROL. REMEMBER WHAT WE TALKED ABOUT, about finding your CENTER."

Elliott sat down in a cross-legged meditative stance, and closed his eyes. He began to meditate. He would meditate as hard as he could until Tyson came back to his senses, or broke free of his cage and viciously throttled him for never dropping the 'meditation' thing.

The creature started shouting at the wolf, and though some sort of meaning was carried in the tone, the wolf was too high strung to register it, instead throwing back a snarl and a growl, teeth bared to ward off the apparent threat. His hackles raised defensibly, ear set back against his head as he assessed the creatures body language for impending attack.

However, the creature merely sat down and closed it's eyes. Had it gone to sleep, the growling subsided, and the wolf tail dropped as his head raised into a defensive posture as confusion took over. When the creature did not move from it's position, he cautiously took a step towards it, sniffing it's strange scent and carefully guarding it for sudden movements. It smelled... familiar, a scent he had picked up some time in the past, though it didn't trigger any instinct, it wasn't prey, it wasn't predator, at least not one he was instinctively aware of. However, it's more recent interaction with it was enough to keep him somewhat on guard.

He took a few more cautious steps, until he was right by the bars, his nose sticking through as h continued his olfactory investigation. The bars were in the way, and he placed a paw against it, testing it's strength again.

Lurking in the background while other people gathered and chattered offered some strange tidbits. Scraps that built into an unexpected picture, one so unexpected that he figured he'd actually go investigate it himself.

The other wolf he'd met had apparently attacked some students and was now locked up. It took longer to figure out the where than the why. Fortunately, once he got the where he could head over. He knew how to get to the infirmary. Cafas had brought him there and then his mouth had healed and he could eat properly again.

And that spiralled into so much else, but that was beside the point. Right now he was trotting down the hallway, tail absently bobbing along behind him at a neutral angle, feeling the sharp scent of the place where Doc Prof was coil inside the space between his nose and under his eyes. And then he turned the corner, and there was the other wolf, only he smelled -

more like a dog than the individual Adder remembered him being. He stopped in the entrance, ears up and head tilted slightly while he tried to sort through the change. He looked different, moved differently, but also looked like the same individual. He huffed, and offered a little bit of movement in his tail. Not an aggressive stiff wag, but an offering of calm rather than an intrusion.

And then he snuck a glance at the stranger also in the room. Definitely mutant-ish. Suspiciously not-moving-and-not-dead, but Adder wasn't close to him so he'd stick with his main objective for now: Tyson.

The white bear wondered the hallways like she owned the place because she did in her mind. People got out of her way as she made her way, not that many of them had a choice as her form took up a food portion of the hallway she had been walking down. Few realized that Mizuki herself was not at all in control of her transformation and were unaware of the danger they would ahve been in had she been hungry.

Mizuki Bear stopped as she heard something, a growl or some other primal snarls. Standing on her hind legs and let our a very loud roar of challenge, before coming down on her front legs knocking over a vase and her claws slicing through carpet and into wood.

Her smell told her where to go, driven by instinct. She had no trouble following the scent and noise of the offending creature. She made no effort to hide her approx, as she knocked over small tables with potted plants and her foot steps forced the floorboards to creek.

Mizuki Bear raised up onto her hind legs in the doorway of the Infirmary once again letting out a loud roar even as her sense of smell identified the creature she felt was challenging her. It considered the others in the room but clearly the caged wolf was her focus as she pushed into the room, snapping at those who got close.

Mizuki, the human Mizuki was trying to regain control. This was the situation she was trying to avoid. The situation was terrifying for her human mind, and the more scared she was the harder it became to get control over herself and take control.

The polar bear entered the fray right as the boom box switched tracks to Star light star shine by steam powere giraffe. Elliott's eyes snapped open at the noise.

"Star light, star shine," the boom box sang. "Please come back into my life.

You left me all alone, can't you see that my, heart’s your home... There's a void in my soul (and it leaves me feeling cold)

Will I ever find peace from it's tolls."

Polar bear. Cold. And she had just barged right back into his life. He could see a problem with this, right away. Predators do not like to share rooms! Tyson Wolf was the top dog in the room up until she had bulled right in, or sorry, barreled, and now... Also, there was another wolf in the room. Suddenly, this place felt like a zoo. The wailing "Mizuki, noooooo" he had been about to say died in his throat. This very well could be a disaster. He didn't know what to do here. And that stupid song about an exgirlfriend was still playing.

He sprang up, stomped over, and turned the damn boom box off. There! That clearly had not been helping. What else could go wrong!?

The day after the scene in the kitchen, Margo had paid a visit to the Infirmary. She didn’t know why she did it, except that she had nothing better to do. Nothing had come of it; the caged wolf snarled and lunged at her against the bars, and she slipped quietly away after a couple minutes. Word in the Mansion was that DocProf and the Headmaster had tried to get through to Tyson, the boy inside the animal, to much the same result.

This time, someone had brought music. The music was loud enough for her to hear from down the hallway, and bad enough to mostly disguise the crashing coming from inside the room. The alien guy was paying Wolf a visit. It was probably him that had brought the boombox, considering that the other visitors were yet another wolf and a rampaging polar bear.

“What. The frick,” Margo said, from the doorway. She didn’t think anyone heard her among all the chaos, though.

...Bear.

Adder would work out just when he'd seen a bear before later. It was probably a vague childhood thing. Bears didn't exactly wander around New York City that much; those that did were mutants.

That this was almost certainly a mutant didn't stop him from sidling at maximum speed to the side, shedding his fur in an off white haze as he went and dropping into a human crouch. Coming here was a bad idea. One stranger was one thing, but now there was a very large bear reeking (and roaring) almost entirely of bitey predator, gtfo now taking up most of the space, and another person behind the bear.

Basically, this had escalated way too quickly into DANGEROUS CROWD and now he wanted out, but the only way out was through the person behind the bear.

Adder eyed her. He could probably shove past her, especially as a wolf. Better balance and all. But if he were that close to the bear for another roar... or if shifting drew the bear's attention...

Why had he ever left his room in the first place?

As the music boomed on, another familiar scent wafted into the room. However, this one struck a cord with wolf's more primitive side, his ear perked up with a bit of excitement as he caught sight of the other wolf. He and Adder had interacted together, though confrontational at first, the two had bonded somewhat over a meal, and Wolf's instincts had imprinted a pack camaraderie, even if he hadn't been aware of it at the time. So rather then viewing him as a threat or an intruder on his territory, he saw wolf of his own pack.

However, this reunion was cut short when a bear followed after, and Wolf suddenly saw a very large threat, made even worse by the fact that it threatened his pack mate as well. Hackle rose and Wolf lunged at the bars with renewed vigor. His lips were curled back with an inhuman snarl as threatening barks and growls came at a furious frequency. The bars were built to withstand anything Wolf could throw at them, but the adrenaline fueled assault rattled the cage to where someone may fear that he may break it if they didn't know about it's construction.

The music was sadly lost on the Bear however the movement attracted her attention. Only enough for her to move further into the room however, her bulk knocking aside a small mobile table. The green skinned creature smalled as much like meat as the others. Mizuki felt the bear dig it's claws into the floor as it considered the options leaving it's gaze on Elliot a few moments.

Bear-Mizuki could easily smell everyone in the room and much of the mansion for that matter, her current nose designed to smell out seal pups beneath the Arctic ice sheets and claws meant to rip them out of those same holes. The scared crouching human who for some reason smelled a lot like a fox or wolf, the green man and the human behind her all were options.

Mizuki understood the cage but not it's strength or construction, the bear however did not. Unsure what to make of the cage and instead considered other priorities. The Bear looked over at Adder and a moment later and with surprising speed The bear dropped down to all fours and charged adder, knocking over infirmary supplies without notice the small impacts barely registering, prepared to try and end the young Mutants life in a single swipe when she got there.

Mizuki still felt like she was wading through mental mud and mentally was growing more terrified of the situation and the more scared she got the less progress she made in controlling herself, as the bear. As Mizuki mentally clawed her way towards control and stopping this disaster she mentally muttered a string of words that would have gotten her grounded untill she dies of old age.

He noticed the predatory gaze. Hell yes he did. And the way the two predators reacted to each other. And the other wolf shedding its fur to turn into a man. And the girl in the doorway. And the bear charging the man. Basically, he noticed everything except what he was doing. He was kicking a bear.

Polar bears are endangered species,or at least, he was fairly certain they were. This one was endangering someone in the room. Now, usually, he wouldn't stick his neck out for a person like this. He would sooner steal their wallet or betray them than protect them. Playing the hero attracted attention. That was bad for business. But here, he wasn't thinking. He was acting, to kick a bear. Not the most sensible thing in the world.

He had gotten a running start before he brought his leg around to try and hit the side of the polar bears head with the force of a battering ram. If it hit, he wasn't sure what would happen. It might knock the bear out. It might just shove it a few feet away from the man who had been a wolf. It was one of his strongest kicks, and he wasn't holding back. He wasn't thinking of any stories he had heard about black bears shrugging off bullets to kill the hunter, or how the buckets of bullets just made it pissed off. He wasn't thinking of how polar bears often fight other polar bears to compete for mates, and come off just a little bloody and worse for the wear. He wasn't thinking of the muscles or the fat that protected the bear, or just how strong a polar bear was. He. Wasn't. Thinking.

Elliott picked a fight with a bear.

Sorry, Mizuki.

Angry bear, angry Tyson, very regretful Adder. Tyson had bars for a shield, plus his claws were way tougher than Adder's own. He'd be totally fine. Adder, on the other hand, didn't heal unusually fast or anything, and as such wanted out while he was still fully intact.

Except the bear had turned towards him regardless of any threat display on his part, and he'd never fought a bear before. Sides were usually dangerous with animals, going over could be safer except he was vulnerable while in the air and he only had this instant to judge the bear's speed.

The green sleeper was in motion as well, although it took Adder a frantic heartbeat longer to notice, but by then he was already diving to that side, stretching out arms into paws and desperately dragging himself back into wolf for the protection of his pelt.

Hopefully he didn't mess with the guy's kick. At least he wasn't in line to catch it.

Wolf lunged at the cage again and again, sometimes locking his jaw around the bar in an attempt to try and bite them in two, but left no lasting impression. He saw the bear drop and make a move against Adder, and a panic entered his mind. He was stuck in the cage, and he needed to be out of it now. His animal instincts were screaming for him to protect, but the barrier between them seemed impenetrable, and his animal mind could not think around the problem, and did not know what to do.

Then it came to him, something in the back of his mind, suppressed and dull, something more rational looking over the situation, and an answer presented itself before the feeling faded once more. Wolf backed off from the bars, moved back and leapt across the cage, bringing clenched fist down against the cement flooring. A jolt of pain went through his paw, but he shrugged it off and pounded with his other fist, then again with the first. The bars were too strong for him, but the floor was less durable, and his attack began cracking at the stone. The Infirmary cells, while designed to hold feral individuals, were not of the same level as the ones below the mansion, and they were still on the second floor. Once a chunk of the concrete gave way, Wolf began clawing at it, tearing away chunks below the bars until he could see the ends where they lowered mechanically. He then lunged at the bars again, this time aiming his weight and strength at leveraging, the angle causing the bars to shift apart below,and Wolf struggling through the gap. clawing and snarling once more, his gaze fixed on the bear.