With how hectic the last few days had been, Artair could do with a damn good drink. He felt like he'd spent all his free time getting beaten up. Or training, as Serena liked to call it. Christ for such a sweet lass she was merciless in sparring. If he had any pride left after recent event's, her knocking him about like a child would have slapped it right out of him. No, those were thoughts for a different time. He had a much more important goal now. Scotch. And he knew just where to get it. Devon had told him to try out the selection at Inferno. Maybe it was time he did.

Upon arriving at the lavish building, he had to marvel at the sheer size of it. Haven must have some serious clout to get a building that big. Serious amounts of cash too, he added. Building aren't cheap. Heading up the steps and entering, he headed over towards the reception. The secretary on duty appeared to recognise him. answering his questions politely and point out the way to Inferno. That had been easy. He'd have to remember to thank Devon for sorting out all his membership stuff so quickly. Thanking her and following the directions she'd given him, he made his way, the prospect of a decent scotch after so long added a bounce to his step.

The guards surprised him. That he hadn't been expected and faltered in his stride. Well, whats the worst they'd do. Turn him away? Smiling to them as he approached, one of them politley asked for his name, holding up a hand to bar the door. "Evening gents, I'm Artair Hawke. I was told I'd be able to access Inferno by Devon?" A couple of quick checks and they let him through. Well that was easy.

Artair didn't know what he was expecting when he'd been told about Inferno. Apparently whatever it was fell massively short. This was nice. The mood, the lighting, it just felt great to be in here. Even the music wasn't annoying, pretty atypical in his own clubbing experience. Then, then he saw the bar and his heart nearly stopped. Wall to wall of the fanciest, most expensive drink he'd ever seen. He was going to kiss Devon the next time he saw him. Forget everything else, forget the training rooms, forget the fight club. This was his favourite thing about Haven.

First however, he had a problem to fix. Whistling along to the music, he slowly made his way to the bar. Time to see if Devon was all talk about the Scotch on offer.




 

Kendra found herself with yet another lonely night on her hands. Emily, her girlfriend had been distant as of late. She was an empath with the ability to sense other people's emotions and feel them as her own. Maybe it was the heat between the two of them.  The fact that they had developed feelings so quickly, so intensely that it was overwhelming to her.  Kendra tried her best to understand, it probably wasn't easy.  So she gave her some space.  

Kendra moved around her bedroom in the X-Mansion quietly pondering what she was going to do.  She sat down on her bed and messed with her phone.  Checking through the text messages she saw a few undeleted texts from Max.  A light smile tugged at her face.  Well.  She thought.  Wonder what he's up to?  Max was a member of Haven.  She had met him shortly after she arrived in New York and considered him a friend.  Kendra sighed and started getting ready for bed. 

For most people getting ready for bed meant stripping down.  For Kendra it entailed putting on something warm and lacing up her boots.  Finding her gun holster and slipping that on as well and grabbing her police baton.  It was second nature at this point.  Because Kendra, was an astral projector.  A dream walker.  Whatever Kendra fell asleep with, follwed her into her dreams.  Kendra slipped under the covers and shifted until she was comfortable.  She was wearing a beige wool sweater, and black wool fingerless gloves.  She had on a pair of ripped grey wash jeans, and a pair of well scuffed combat boots. 

Kendra rolled over to her side.  And stared out the window.  She thought about the places she would travel tonight.  She thought she would finally check up on Haven, the place that Max said he worked for.  She had always been curious, and since she wasn't going to be spending time with Emily tonight she decided that she could use the adventure.  At least to get her mind off of things.  Kendra laid there thinking about what the place might be like and it wasn't long until she fell asleep. 

Kendra was sleeping peacefully in her bed.  Her mind already quietly projecting a copy of her body which was standing beside the bed.  When she dream walked..... Her mind made a physical copy of herself and her conscious thought was transferred over to that body.  Kendra looked out the window and teleported herself to the lawn.  Then she teleported outside the gate of the mansion's grounds.  Kendra found that in her dreams she had the ability to teleport, and it sure beat walking.  Hm... Where did he say the place was?  She couldn't very well take a cab there I'm invisible.  Have to figure it out on my own.  She mused.

Kendra walked the streets with her hands stuffed down into the pockets of her jeans.  She wasn't getting anywhere with her stupid adventure and it was starting to look as if her whole trip had been in vein.  To keep herself occupied she teleported about the street, teleported onto fire escapes with open windows next to them just to get a peek inside.  She teleported around moving from place to place just trying to find something to break up the mind numbing bordom of once again finding herself alone.  This sucks!  She thought glumly as kicked a rock down the street.  That's when she saw the guy. 

He was standing outside a large building looking up at it, like well... Like he had never seen a large building before.  What's he doing out at this time of night?  Kendra thought.  She hadn't heard the music yet, she didn't know she was approaching some kind of hellfire club.  All she knew was she was bored and she was looking for adventure.  She had stumbled upon the very adventure she had set out to find and she didn't even know it.  She forgot all about spying on Max and seeing what he was up to.  Now her noseyness was in full force.  She had always been a very nosey person.  It was coded into her DNA as much as her mutation was.  Kendra teleported closer behind a car. 

She wasn't sure why she was hiding, it wasn't like he could see her.  Kendra teleported up behind him as he headed inside.  What's this guy up to?  She thought as she watched him conversing with a secretary.  Ok weird.  She thought as she watched him pass to security guards.  When the doors open and he stepped inside, Kendra teleported herself in right behind him as the doors shut. 

She looked around.  A nightclub?  She have never been to a club before.  The loud droning electronic music, the dancefloor packed with sweaty bodies.  People were having a good time.  Kendra's idea of a good time was finding some beautiful photograph captured through the lens of her camera.  She wasn't much into the clubbing scene.  Though she had found her victim for the night.  That's what she called them.  Her victims. She was invisible.  She chose people at random sometimes to follow just to see what they would do.  People had always interested him.  This guy didn't look like a mutant.  He just looked like a normal humey.  The humeys were always so interesting to watch.  They didn't seem to have a care in the world.  No major ones anyways.  Not like the problems mutants had to face. 

Kendra sat down in the empty stool beside him at the bar and watched as he ordered a scotch.  Well, at least he orders a good drink.  She thought as the music continued to assault her  ears.  Kendra smiled when the bartender set the drink down and this guy was distracted by something in the club.  She picked up a straw from behind the bar and set it in his drink and slurped it down before he had a chance to turn around.  What a gentleman.  She thought.  Buyin a lady a drink.  Kendra left his glass sitting in front of him empty as she quickly and discretely pulled the straw from the beverage.  She stuck it in her mouth and chewed on the end of it laughing a little inside her head.  Wonder if this guy's waiting for someone?  Might be fun to mess with him a bit.

Picking a particularly nice twenty one year, Kirkwall's own scotch, he took a slow sips, reveling in the taste of it. Haven was seeming like a good idea. Who was he to argue with booze and fighting. Putting his drink down, the sound of laughter drew his eyes across the room. There was a great feeling in here, he thought to himself. He could really imagine hanging out here more often. The many, many pretty faces had nothing to do with his decision. There were even some celebrities and local figures dotted about, some on the main dance floor, others heading up to what he thought was a VIP area. Smiling to himself, he turned back for a second taste of that sweet uisge beatha.

Or he would have. He would have loved another sip of home, another taste of his Caledonia. He'd have liked all of that. But his Scotch was gone. Just, gone. Not many things were sacred to Artair but this was one of them. Addressing the bartender in a cool, level voice "Excuse, did you see anyone near my drink. It seems some stole it." He wasn't angry with the person behind the bar, it wasn't their fault. It wouldn't be fair to be rude to him. Turned out to be a good idea, the guy was really apologetic and offered him a free drink to replace it. Reassuring the poor guy, and thanking him for the replacement, he kept this one in a death grip.

OK, the second drink was helping calm his anger. Sipping at it occasionally he scanned the room. Devon had a good place going, everything was arranged perfectly to set a relaxed mood. He doubted anyone would want to try anything in such a luxurious place, although the, exclusivity, of the p;lace probably helped. That and the ever present security.

Smiling at a rather fetching lass who had walked passed, openly eyeing him up, he thought it might be time for some innocent flirting. In here it was a pick and mix of beautiful people, men and women who would be at home on a cat walk or at a modeling shoot. Just getting up in preparation, the woman he'd smiled to earlier returned, all smiles and charm. She struck up a conversation easily and as it turns out, she was fascinating. She'd supposedly lost her friends, asking him if they could talk while she waited for them. Well, who was he to not entertain such a nice young lady.

Kendra watched as some pretty little number stopped by her bestest buddy and started chatting him up. Kendra rolled her eyes. Leaning on the bar she decided that this guy was hers. She didn't have issue with ruining his chances with the girl.  She was way out of his league anyways.  Though, Kendra watched it go on for awhile just on the off chance that he was foolish enough to try a pick up line.  Those were always hysterical train wrecks.  Oddly enough, one wasn't needed.  She seemed into him already.  Either she's a working gal, or she's have a few drinks at the bar herself.  Kendra didn't see it.  She couldn't figure out why this honestly gorgeous girl was talking to this guy. Not that he was bad looking, but there wasn't anything particularly spectacular about him.

Oops!  Kendra thought as she teleported behind him and purposefully bumped into him causing him to spill his drink that he wouldn't let leave his sight.  The drink and ice spilled all over little miss perky boobs and Kendra almost burst out laughing.  Instead she teleported behind the bar just to watch the fireworks explode with a nice few.  Kendra watched as the girl had a melt down about her dress.  Kendra couldn't blame her.  Looked like a really expensive dress. 

Oh man and he was doing so well too!  Kendra wasn't mean spirited by nature, but she did enjoy a good prank when she was dream walking.  She had hours to kill, there was no way for her to turn it of and just sleep.  She would wander around nightly and as you can imagine that got boring pretty quickly.  So she would find little ways to entertain herself.  For the moment, tonight's game seemed to be make this guy's night out as miserable as possible and make him think he's just having bad luck.  It was relatively harmless fun and it was enough to hold her attention.

Kendra made sure that there were no mirrors or reflections around.  For the most part she was ok.  She didn't see anything that would give her away.  She was invisible but if there was a reflection around she would be in trouble. She could be seen in reflections and mirrors.  She didn't know why that was a thing, but it always had been.  The bartender started coming down towards her end of the bar, and if he bumped into her he would definitely feel it and freak out so she teleported back to her bar stool beside Artair and watched as the pretty lady left complaining.  Well, that's two drinks of his I wasted.  He's not getting laid or drunk tonight. What a bummer.  She thought to herself utterly amused with her own shenanigans.

Kendra sat quietly in her stool.  She had to be sure no one saw anything suspicious.  The way her power worked was pretty simple.  Whatever she had with her when she fell asleep would come into the dream with her on her dream body, like a phone in her pocket or a bow in her hair.... These things were invisible.  Whatever she interacted with in the world would appear to be moving on their own as the invisible girl manipulated it.  She had caught herself about to reach over the bar and pick up a lime to suck on, but stopped herself just before she grabbed one.  Not a good idea.  She thought. 

 Feeling a bit cheated her shoulders slumped and she looked back at her new best buddy Artair.  She kinda felt bad for being such a drain on his fun to generate fun of her own.  So to make it up to him she teleported behind the bar again when the bartender moved down to the other end.  Everyone seemed to be distracted and she quickly grabbed a glass and the bottle of scotch and crouched down behind the counter with it.  Less of a chance for unsuspecting eyes to see an invisible bartender.  Pouring him another drink she put the scotch on the counter and stood up and put the glass in front of him, before teleporting back to her stool. 

Didn't quite make up for her pulling the rug out from under him with the babe in the dress, but it was her way of apologizing.  Besides if she was being completely honest she owed the poor guy a drink anyways.

The girl had just convinced him, after his own rather half hearted protests, to join her on the dance floor. Well, maybe tonight could be salvaged. Losing a drink didn't feel so bad when a gorgeous lass was hitting on you and he'd be a fool not to take her up on the offer. Leading him by the hand, she was pulling him deeper onto the dance floor when he was shoved hard from behind. Quickly turning to give the ignorant sod a piece of his mind, he was shocked to see....no one. OK, that was weird, he'd definitely been pushed. What alerted him to a problem was the icy glares he felt in his back. Of course he'd spilled his drink on the lass. Of course she got mad. Of course she ranted at him for 15 minutes.

Finally managing to get away from the very upset girl. He sat down at the bar and started going through his options. Either he was having even worse luck than his usual bad run, or someone was messing with him. Paranoid as it sounded, he was going with the later. He'd been in enough fights to know when someone had pushed him and he was in no mood now for games. If some invisible prankster wanted to push him about, he would push back.

Artair spent a little time, wracking his brain with more and more elaborate methods of revenge. No, this needed something simple. Something direct. Weird, why was there a drink next to him? Surely the bartender hadn't given him another one. Unless, was it meant as a peace offering? Taking it and downing it in one go, he was resolved. It was too late for peace. Now, now it was time for some fun of his own. Slapping a couple of notes on the bar, as a thanks to the guy behind the bar, he set off towards the reception again.

A quick conversation with the secretary and thanking her again for some much help, he was directed to an elevator. A few short rides later and he found himself in a pretty empty storeroom. It had a few shelves dotted here and there, most of them empty. At least it was empty. Good, he'd rather not have an audience for this. it might get personal. Or worse. But that could wait, for now he needed to clear his mind and running through his forms was a good way to start.

Stripping out of his jacket and whiskey soaked t-shirt, he pulled a towel and spare staff t-shirt from off one the of shelves. Quickly drying himself and pulling on the new shirt, he was glad to be dry again. Making a mental note to repay Devon somehow, he spent a few minutes calming down, trying to let his anger simmer down a touch. He contemplated his current problem. Maybe it was time to have a chat.

"Well then, you still there or am I just losing it?"

Kendra had followed him. Of course she had followed him. He was tonight's entertainment. Not to mention the fact that the club just wasn't her thing. To many people sweaty and writing against each other. People actually enjoy getting dry humped by a stranger? She thought as she followed him for what seemed like ages. She watched him conversing with the secretary again. She watched as he almost gave her the slip stepping into the elevator. She couldn't run to catch up because he would have heard her, so she teleported inside right as the doors were closing.

The ride in the elevator was a little uncomfortable and awkward. She backed herself into the corner and tried not to breath to loud. Still he seemed blissfully unaware of her presence. Where's he going? She wondered as she watched the numbers ticking away. Finally a ding. They had found the floor they were looking for. When they reached the destination she frowned.  It was just a large empty room.  Well this isn't very exciting.  She couldn't imagine what this room might've been used for.

Still, she was trying to be stealthy. She felt like a spy in one of thos secret agent movies.  Not a well trained spy, maybe Frank Drebin in those naked gun movies.  Yeah he was a clumsy oaf just like her.  That fit the bill.  She allowed her mind to wander for a moment, that was.... Until she noticed him taking off his clothes to get changed.  Oh well umm... She turned around she didn't want to see anything she shouldn't, but as she turned se saw the scars on his chest and she turned back.  Suddenly she was drawn in.  Her eyes followed the lines of the deep scars in silent aw.  Then to her surprise he spoke to her.

-"Well then, you still there or am I just losing it?"

Kendra was so startled she stumbled backwards into a shelf spilling it's contents.  They showered over the floor in a clattering that was louder than she would have expected.  The room was dead silent.  He knows abort!  Only she couldn't go now.  What if he didn't let her.  Kendra was sitting on her rear in on the floor.  A collage of junk sprinkled around her.  She was staring up at the man she had caused so much trouble and now she was regretting being a prankster.  "I uh..... I'm sorry, I was just havin, a bit'a fun.  Didn't mean to piss ya off. I got'cha another drink to make up for it.... Bu.bu... but I don't want no trouble."  She stammered. 

 She had the upper hand she was invisible.  But she forgot that in her panic.  He seemed to be staring right at her so it was easy to forget in all the excitement. He was looking her way because she knocked over all that stuff.  Of course he looked!  Her mind just wasn't connecting the dots.  "You're not gone kill me are ya?"  She whimpered.  She thought she had accidentally stumbled into some restricted area.  It was just a large empty room for training.  She just sat there like an idiot waiting for something to happen.

Well, he had his answer. His hidden prankster was clumsy, it seemed. And a lass, if the voice was any indication. Great, Artair Hawke, spiller of scotch, scarer of women. Sighing and finally realising that whoever this person was, they weren't malicious. Just a complete eejit. One who cold have gotten themselves in far worse trouble. He didn't doubt that if she played these games with someone more vindictive, she'd get hurt. Some people, could not be trusted with powers, if not for other peoples safety, for their own. This invisible lass needed a shock, not a fright. This was not going to be fun.

Rather than trust himself to speak at the moment, he slowly walked over towards the scattered stock. He tried not to look too aggressive. Rather than try to discern her location, he simply righted the shelf she'd knocked over. Silently replacing the the fallen items, he was not looking forward to what he was going to do next. Yeah, he might not always be a nice guy, but being harsh with someone who he'd unwittingly scared the life out of was not something he was going to enjoy. Finishing up his cleaning task, he dreaded his next part in all this.. Now. Now it was time to play the part of the angry Scotsman.

"Right, lets make a few things clear. No, I'm not going to kill you. No, I don't want to hurt you. Yes, you shouldn't have gone out of your way to piss my off." Got to start strong, he thought to himself. Make her at least stop hyper ventilating. "Why don't we start simple. I'm Artair, your would be victim, you are?" A name would help, a name would be more personal, make what he said seem more real to the lass. He also couldn't help but wonder what her power was. Yeah she was invisible, but how was she doing it? Was she bending light? Or maybe astral projection? He couldn't help his inner researcher, his human mutations classes making his mind race. No, focus. He had a job to do.

"Your, bit of fun, had a price lass. You stole from me, could have gotten the poor man behind the bar in trouble. You even stole from the bar. Does that mean nothing to you?" Rather than let her respond he barreled on, "That lass who's night you ruined? Whats her story ey? Do you even know? Was this something she did all the time or was she nervous, going out with friends for the first time in forever? What about her dress? The cost of it, what if it was her favourite, what if it was the last thing a loved one had bought her?" He felt sick as he spoke, he wasn't trying to be cruel but he was. He was getting angry.

"What about me then," he stated matter of factly. "Why chose me? Whim or do you have a particular problem with me? People have more than enough excuses to hate mutants, to revile them for being born different. Your actions don't just give them ammo, you proved them right." Well done lad, lay it on some more why not, make her feel worse. "And you know what. Out of everything, everything you've done tonight, do you want to know what really pisses me off? It was just a game to you."

He'd said his piece, for better or worse. Maybe she'd learn something, maybe not. Maybe, she'd get mad. Maybe she would just cry. Whatever the girl did, Artair knew he was going to feel guilty. He hadn't wanted to be quite that harsh, but his anger got to him. Lowering himself against a wall, he just waited for her response, feeling drained.

The man turned into all fiery rage in the blink of an eye. He was honestly a little intimidating to the sweet southern girl. So she was a bit of a prankster, and a bit of a clumsy fool. He bombarded her with so many angry points he was trying to make all in a row she honestly didn't know which to address first. Just a general blanket statement that covered all her bases. "Sorry...." Was all she could muster. She ended up coming off as a spoiled brat who got caught shoplifting or something instead of dipping into her trust fun. That wasn't her.

That wasn't the person she was. She was a bit mischievous, but ultimately a good natured person who spent just as much of her time doing good things as she did......Ok that was a lie. She was a nosey snoop who liked to people watch. It was her guilty pleasure. She didn't usually intervine, and just let their night's play out as they would. She would live vicariously through them as she followed them around. Most of the time they never knew she was there. She was just a silent observer, but she couldn't resist the urge to stir up a little trouble and she got chewed out pretty bad for it.

Kendra didn't know what to say. She was stunned silent for several moments as the man finished fuming. "I'm.....Daydream." She gave the man an alliase. It was something some of the kids around the mansion had started calling her when they learned about her powers.  She rather liked the nickname, it was cute and it had stuck. At least around the mansion for the most part. She didn't want to give the guy her actual name. For one thing he was freaking pissed!  Kendra stood up as he finished his ranting and opened her mouth to say something. Instead however, she just closed it again realizing what she was about to say wasn't a good defense.

She had no reason other than bordum and she had a feeling if she told him that he'd fly off the handle again. Kendra teleported to the other side of the room. Mostly to give herself a little space between herself and an angry man . "So how'd you know i was following ya anyways? I step in somethang? Leave some footprints?" She asked checking the bottom of her shoe.

She didn't see anything, but she was curious as to how he knew she was there. She didn't think she was making that much noise as she moved about, and the only time she really made herself known was when she shoved him playfully at the bar. Kendra's eyes narrowed at the man and she watched him closely.  He seemed just like an ordinary human, but she had been wrong before.

He hadn't really expected much from her, didn't really know if she cared, but the apology helped. Chances are she was just naive, she wouldn't have thought about the consequences. In all likely hood she hadn't really faced the cold hard reality of her own mortality. That was probably a good thing, If Artair was being honest, being innocent of that fact was a gift. A gift he'd lost young he thought, while idly scratch at the scars under the shirt. Oh god, of course she'd been terrified, she'd seen his scars. That coupled with his somewhat angry look, he could see how she could believe he'd wanted to kill her. He looked like a grade A thug.

Smiling as she gave him the name, he was glad she was at least thinking. A fake name was smart, but chances are it was a nickname, somehow related to her or her power. Artair was realising just how out of her depth she was, a feeling he could empathise with. He'd nearly gotten himself killed not too long ago, out of stupidity and arrogance. Sure his motives had been good, but the end result would have been the same. "Daydream ey? Clearly a story behind that," he let his voice drop into a slightly joking tone, trying to put her more at ease. He had already had his rant, what she took from it was up to her.

Of course she wanted to know how he sussed her, clearly she hadn't expected it. Smiling he wondered if she thought he was psychic or something, able to 'see' her in some way. He almost hated to give up the illusion, the air of mystery. But no, if she was learn, best to learn how she'd gone wrong. If she wanted to keep up the pranks, she should at least be smart about it. "That? That was the easy bit lass. I've been in enough fights to know when someone's shoved me. Considering there was no one behind me?" He paused slightly, letting the implication hang. "Coupled with the great disappearing drink earlier, it made me think someone was f------ with me. The peace offering just confirmed it."

Well, at least she wasn't going to be trying to figure out his power. That, was his ace in the hole. If he needed to protect himself, probably best she didn't know how he'd do it. That or he could use it if she started to get self righteous. OK, so he could be immature too, he wasn't perfect.

What he wanted to know, was how she was doing, whatever it was she was doing. Clearly he couldn't see her, and it seemed like she could move quickly, judging by her voice moving away from him. "Well I suppose it's card on the table time." He doubted she'd spill anything but he'd been wrong before. And if she did? He'd give her a measure of trust back. "How do you do it? Being invisible and all. I've heard of a few was it's done but yours? Seems a wee different, can't say why though." Maybe a little incentive would help. "I think I at least deserve some answers, that was very nice scotch. Lets also not forget my budding friendship you cut short." Grinning as he spoke, he tried to let her know he wasn't angry anymore. Well maybe not as much. "Or, if that doesn't take your fancy, if you answer my question, I'll answer yours?"

She stood there a moment, on the far side of the room. Listening to him she came to realize that he wasn't as angry anymore. That put her a little more at ease.  She was always two halves of the same girl.  Her personality, her mood always seemed to flux.  In the day time, when she was wide awake, she was nervous and shy, mild mannered and not much of a risk taker.  At night, when she was invisible she felt more bulletproof.  She was a bit more mischievous and thrill seeking.  She had more confidence usually when she couldn't be seen.  She didn't have to answer to anyone, she came and went as she pleased and though it was boring she usually found something to keep her occupied.

  Daydream didn't expect much when she started following this guy.  He didn't look tough, or dangerous at first.  He honestly looked sort of dorky.  She half expected him to sit at the bar the whole night drinking his scotch, but then again.... People are full of surprises. 

She didn't answer when he inquired further about her name.  Daydream.  It was a name as good as any other.  She didn't want to tell him her name was Kendra.  She was a little more at ease, but it didn't mean she trusted him.  An hour ago maybe she would have playfully wrote her name on a napkin with her phone number and left a lipstick kiss against the white. Maybe scribbled a few X's and O's just to make it more interesting and slipped it under his drink.  That would have been fun.  She would have slipped into a bathroom stall somewhere and answered her phone that was resting in her pocket. Pranks were pranks, they weren't personal.  She didn't have some ill intent.  But now, she found herself unsure.

His whole demeanor had changed, but she didn't know if he was being honest.  She wasn't great at reading people.  She had figured this guy all wrong.  She figured he was some shy guy maybe popping in for a drink after a long day at the library, or the post office or wherever he worked.   Probably sitting at the bar for twenty minutes wishing he had the courage to step onto the dance floor.  She fully expected him to crack under the pressure of a pretty girl talking to him, but she had even been wrong about that.  People watching was an acquired skill.  You watch for a bit and try and make up a backstory you think explains who they are.  Though she was wrong more often than not.  Like now for example.

Daydream took a step further into the room. As her foot was about to plant on the floor she teleported again, this time to the far corner of the room."I really don't know how'it works.  I'm just invisible." She lied.  She could have told him that she was sleeping, miles away, but she too was holding her cards to her chest. 

"Suppos'n you woulda left with that gal.... What were you figurin?  You were gone get lucky?  Well, I don't thank she was right for you anyways... She looked high maintenance."  Kendra said as her hand briefly touched something table then she stopped.  She didn't move the thing because she didn't want to keep giving herself away.  Instead she teleported again just to keep him constantly guessing where she was at.  She was still nervous, but a little bit of confidence began to swell in her as time progressed.  If'n he was gone try somethang, i reckon he woulda by now.

"You one of those shadowy government types that hunts down mutants?"  She bluntly asked.  She had stopped beating around the bush and just asked the one dominating question on her mind.  She didn't know why that crazy idea popped into her head, but something was nagging at her.   She still didn't even consider the fact that this guy might be a mutant.  It just never occurred to her.  The truth was, she saw him as some boring librarian still.  She had a bad habit of making assumptions and jumping to conclusions before she had all the facts.  A librarian by day, secret government mutant hunter by night who drinks fancy scotch and picks up beautiful women without even trying in nightclubs.  Yeah... Sounds like a movie, but it seemed the most logical thing  she could think of. 

One thing could be said about this lass, whoever she was, she could not lie well. Well, whatever her power was, it was more than just invisibility and she had some inklings of what it actually was. Artair decided to refrain from calling out the lie though, he found people that under estimated you were usually easier to deal with. Let her think he was fooled for now. He was getting more info out of her this way anyway.

As for that, he didn't really know. The girl had been smart, funny, he'd really been enjoying their conversation. "Honestly? No idea, I was just there to relax and she was pretty interesting. If I got luck, cool, but it wasn't what I was after." Daydream really seemed to be good at getting on his bad side however. What right did she have to make decisions for him or the girl he been with. Did she really not see anything wrong with what she did? "Who the f--- are you to make that call lass? She and I are both adults, we were clearly enjoying each others company. So, because you have this power you suddenly become some sort of arbitrator of peoples lives? What gives you the right?"

Sighing, he let his head rest agaisnt the wall. Her moving around was giving him a headache, especially without anything to focus on. She might not be outright malicious but her moral compass seemed skewed, like whatever she was doing didn't mean anything. From most people that was selfish and irresponsible but from a mutant, it was dangerous. The anti-mutant bigots didn't need extra ammo to use, especially considering she was basically acting as a poster child of abusing your powers.

Her next question though, sent him laughing madly. It was just so ridiculous he couldn't help it. Trying to respond multiple times, each attempt was choked of by his laughter. She probably didn't know much about Scotland, if she thought he was a friend to any government. He really understood how he had terrified her. "I'm sorry," he laughed, trying to calm himself down, "But that was the best laugh I've had in a while." He really did try to stop, honest, but every time he thought about the idea it got funnier. "No lass, I don't hunt mutants, especially for the government. I'm hardly the biggest fan of most governments and yours, yours is particularly s---." He really didn't know how to respond.

"Look, you've clearly got the wrong impression of me. You're also a pretty bad liar, Day. You're moving faster than someone who's just invisible should be." Right, he needed to give her some information, if he was ever going to have a decent conversation. Who knows, he might get through to her if he could. "If you're one of the mansion kids, you might have seen me there. If not," he shrugged, "I don't know what to say to convince you. Maybe I should just show you." A weapon might be taken the wrong way at the moment, best to try something less aggressive. Artair slowly stood up, forming the shape in his mind, imagining every detail.

Reaching out his hand, he pulled the outline of a shield out of the air, shimmering white with energy. "I don't hunt mutants lass. I am one."

Daydream stopped moving, stopped being on the defensive when he burst out laughing to her question. In fact, she just stopped in her tracks entirely. Daydram stood there staring at him and blinked few times in confusion. What was so funny? She honestly didn't see what was so flipping funny, and she crossed her arms across her invisible chest and waited for him to finish laughing.

That wasn't a hard assumption to make. Going from a  night club to an underground empty room and the ability to know when a mutant was close? It wasn't exactly a leap to someone who didn't have all the information, but still when he finally did stop laughing he explained that he wasn't with the government and that she might have seen him at the mansion before. Her ears perked up at the mention of the mansion and suddenly whatever distrust she felt towards him simply faded away.

Now she was feeling awful. Not, because she had be screwing with him this whole time, and not because he was from the mansion. But because he seemed a lot less scary when he wasn't some secret mutant hunting spy. Some James Bond esk bad ass with a Scottish accent. She felt bad because she was just casually screwing around with some poor guy. She was still the tiniest bit suspicious until  he magically pulled a glowing shield out of thin air and declared he was a mutant.

Daydream was speechless. She had no clue that this guy had been a mutant. Honestly her mutant radar sucked. She never saw it coming when someone revealed themselves to her. Was she really that bad at picking them out of the crowd? Well dam. Couldn't this guy just make another glass of whiskey or scotch appear magically out of thin air?  She found herself now more than ever wishing she could learn more about his powers, they seemed really cool!  Though she hadn't exactly been forthcoming with her own. 

With a loud Audible sigh Daydream began to speak.  "I really am sorry.  Look, I didn't mean to ruin ya night or whatever, but you have no idea what this is like.  I can't just turn it off.  I'm an Astral Projector.  A dream walker.  When I go'ta sleep, ma brain makes a physical invisible copy of itself and just plunks my thoughts right in there!  I don't get to go to sleep dream'n bout big puffy clouds, or girlys in bikinis on the beach.  I'm stuck wanderin around until I wake up the next morning.  You wanna know what it's like being in a constant state of conscious awareness? It sucks. It tires ya out.  I feel like I haven't slept in years even though I'm curled up in my bed right now snoring ma'head off. I didn't mean ta be a bother, was just looking for a bit'a fun.  I was mean spirited and I'm sorry." Daydream said finally.  Her shoulders were slumped now and her nose was twitching the way a rabbit's might.  A little habit she had when she was nervous scared or upset.  Right now she was just upset.  Feeling like a world class asshole.

Daydream picked up a laptop that was sitting on a desk in the corner.  She teleported over to the man who's name she still didn't rightly know and held it up to him.  She opened the laptop, which appeared to be floating all on it's own.  The screen was black because it was turned off, but the reflective surface was enough to reveal her on the screen.  "Im invisible, but I can be seen in reflections, thangs like that.  Oh! And I can teleport if you haven't guessed it by now." Daydream got quiet.  She was overall feeling pretty crummy about the way she had been acting.  She didn't see it as bad, but as something to keep her entertained.  She never stopped to consider how she might be affecting other people on her little people watching adventures. 

Setting the laptop down, still open on the table Daydream continued to stand there.  Her face in the reflection was honestly remorseful and she stood there so that he could see who he was talking to as they spoke.  She didn't know what this guy's story was but he didn't seem threatening to her anymore at least.  "You said you live at the mansion?"  She asked.  She had so many questions but she supposed she'd start with the simplest first.

Artair wasn't expecting really expecting her apology. In fact it shocked him so much he actively tried to focus on her, trying to discern if she was lying. This would be so much easier if he could just see her. She wasn't a great liar, but being able to see her reactions would probably confirm it. Well, that was a problem for another time because as she explained her power, he came to realise exactly how much mental stress that would cause. She was conscious, all of the time. From everything he understood she should be raving mad. How the hell did she get R.E.M sleep? She never got to switch off, never got a break. To him that sounded like she was literally trapped in a waking nightmare. It didn't excuse her actions, at all, but it did explain them. If he was trapped for that long without being able to just switch off? He shuddered at what he would do under that kind of stress.

Half in thought, the floating laptop scared the daylights out of him. That, that was freaky, he thought. Before quickly realising he was still holding the shield in the air. So, that's what it felt like. Huh. Yeah, he could see why that freaked some people out. It just looked, unnatural. Quickly scattering the shield, he returned his attention to the, screen? Which, after her explanation, he knew was his hidden prankster. She was pretty, and a red head. She would of been just his type if he didn't know how immature she was. That and the scotch incidents. Now that he could see her face though she looked truly remorseful and if this incident provoked her to think a little more of the consequences, it was a pretty cheap lesson, all things considered.

Only a few weeks earlier, the mansion would have been unthinkable. He certainly still had issues, but Serena had allay some of his fears, and her help to set up his training was more than he could repay. "No lass, I don't live there. In fact I've only been there a few times. Doc should remember me at least. Oh, and I should be starting Power Control Training, or something." He was definitely looking forward to some extra practice with his power, its something he really needed. "I'm a first year at NYU, so I live in their dorms right now." Ugh, he always hated being reminded he was only a first year. Losing 3 years of education still stung, even if it had been to save his life. "If you can believe it I'm a medical student, a doctor in training."

"Since you did me the courtesy of explaining you power, I should do the same. Only fair, you know?" Gathering his thoughts, he didn't really know how to explain them, exactly. Chances are other people knew more about his own powers than he did. "Mine's a wee bit more straight forward than yours. I make weapons, pretty simple ones at that. Can't do more complex than a crossbow, and even that's a stretch. Can't make too many at any one time but," cutting off he focused on the shapes he wanted, taking a bit longer than normal due to the number. Once the image was ready, he pulled out three knives and set them dancing in the air. "I can move them about a wee bit." They started spinning faster, weaving complex patterns. "And if I want, I can do this!" Gesturing sharply, they shoot at high speed into the ceiling. Not as dramatic as he'd have wanted, but impaling the poor lass would probably send the wrong impressions.

His breathing slightly strained, he scattered the knives and let the mental strain drop away. "Pretty simple, really. Not as cool as yours, to be honest and I really don't want to think about what it implies about my personality." Weapons were meant for a pretty specific purpose, one that should go against everything he stood for. But he'd answered her, maybe he could get answers as well. "What about you then lass? You one of the mansions then, or you unaffiliated?"

Daydream listened to the explanation of his power with great interest. She had always been interested in people, but learning of another mutant and hearing what their power was, was far more interesting. She watched as he materialized some knives and sent them dancing about. She watched it with a sense of childlike wonder. It was truly amazing to her, she wondered how it worked. Did he just have to think about it.  What was stopping him from just thinking about a key to open a locked door, or a brick wall to stop someone from chasing him.  Her mind was skittering around trying to think of interesting things he might actually be capable of as she waited his display of skill.

When the knives impaled the ceiling she actually began to clap.  She was impressed.  He was some kind of psychic!  Or at least to her he seemed to be.  It was all very cool and very mysterious.  She was a bit surprised when he said that her power was cooler than his. "Riiiight.  You could make a ninja throwing star with your brain and with'a thought sail it into some fool's face, all I can do is teleport snore and drool."

She found herself wishing that she was awake now.  Not that she didn't want to be here.  She was starting to find the encounter very interesting since he revealed himself to be a mutant, albeit a little bit of an uptight one.  Still, his mutation was awesome, and she wanted to not be invisible. She wasn't going to prank him anymore, she didn't have any reason to hide.  Not that she had intentionally set out to mess with him in the beginning it just turned out that way. 

Kendra chewed on her lower lip and thought about how she could get here.  She really wished she could work out some kind of body delivery system that would bring her physical body back to her astral form when she needed it.  She had a way to get her astral body back.  All she had to do was dial 1 on her speed dial of the phone in her pocket.  The phone in her bedroom would ring and wake her up sending her conscious thought back to her physical body in an instant.  It was kinda cool actually.  Like in that movie the matrix where people could exit the matrix through a phone.  She hadn't really figured out a way to get her body back to herself though.

When Artair asked her about her living in the mansion she nodded.  She had forgotten that he couldn't see her when he wasn't actively looking in the reflection so she clarified out loud.  "Yes.  I live in the mansion, I'm not really one of the X-Men, I just kinda crash there I guess."  She hadn't really had time to learn much about her power while staying at the mansion, she spent most of her free time trying to keep her sanity and hold back the boredom  for as long as possible.

Artair hadn't been expecting applause, he'd never considered his power particularly impressive or note worthy. It always struck him as pretty aggressive as well. What other uses did his power really have other than fighting? Maybe practice would help, make him able to make more than just weapons. Maybe. For now though, weapons were it. Nice to know he hadn't scared her more, he still didn't feel great about doing that.

Smiling at her comment, he was beginning to realise that people always thought what they didn't have was cooler and better. She was invisible and could teleport around. It could be she'd never really considered how scary her power could be. From the looks of it she was dressed, so did anything she have on her stay invisible? If so what was stopping her taking a knife or gun around with her and just, hurting people. He should probably be thankful her pranks were pretty harmless by comparison, if annoying. "Aye, I could do that but I'd prefer to try not kill every random sod that p----- me off. That and cleaning up blood is a nightmare," he joked trying not to think of how he'd already nearly done just that. He was still haunted by what he'd tried to do, who he'd be had his friend not been there to stop him.

Shaking his morbid thoughts away, he took in what she was saying. From what little he knew about the place, most people there weren't there by choice, really. Most had been pushed out or abused because of their powers and the mansion offered them a safe haven. That and a pretty damn good education, by American standards. "Been there long or you new as well?"

Checking the time, he knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep much tonight. No rest for the wicked it seemed. "Is there anything else you want to know? Looks like I'm not sleeping tonight either way so its not an imposition." Twenty four hour consciousness sounded pretty boring to Artair. Lonely too, if he was guessing right. Well, the offer was there, if she wanted some company he didn't mind and thankfully tomorrow was his day off, so missing sleep wasn't going to be a major issue. Hell, now that he was talking to her, she wasn't so bad. A bit immature but its not like he could judge. He was very obviously far from perfect.