It was a Saturday, so Shin was off work. No school on Saturday. Thankfully, he'd also kept up to date with his course work and grading. He had time to play.

With the Asian, there wasn't much he did for fun. Shopping for clothes, shopping for school supplies, shopping for video games or movies or comic books. It seemed his whole life lately had been one large shopping trip. Perhaps it was simply an excuse to get out more after his long holing up that was going back to college for a teaching degree so he could legit teach at the mansion.

A lot of mansion teachers didn't have the actual degree. He had felt like, after cheating his way into the police force via X-men connections, (even if he had gone to police training and busted his ass), he didn't want to cross that same bridge twice. People treat you differently when you have an asterisk next to things on your resume for life. It just hadn't been something he wanted to live with.

So, yes, he was shopping again. New York was the place for it. Comic books this time, not ties or pens. He didn't much keep up to date with Japanese comics. It had gotten to the point where he could hardly remember anime movies, or tv shows he'd watched, or comics he had read. He was getting to be like an old man, who liked old things and wasn't so sure about the new. It only went to explain why Shin wasn't buying a bunch of manga graphic novels, instead opting for American comics. It's interesting how American comics still have superheroes in a world where superheroes actually exist. He also liked comics based off sci fi.

He found quite the selection in the little comic shop. The shop was like a dungeon, filled with board games and tabletop games wth various books and comic books. He got the few issues he'd wanted, and then made a grave error. He stepped outside.

Why the electrikinetic mutant was ravaging the area, he had no clue. But he was an Xman and his job was to resolve the situation, either through battle, or by assessing the mutants emotional state and resolving things through talking. A shame he hadn't waited five minutes, so the man could pass him by.

He wasn't a coward. He was simply sick of entering every scenario outclassed and outgunned. It was only natural. So when Shin stepped outside and saw a man wreathed in blue and white electricity throwing thunderbolts and lighting at nearby shop fronts, he fanned his mouth and sighed. He turned, popped his head back into the comic book shop, and set his bag of purchases down against the wall inside. "Watch these."
He told the manager. Then he stepped back out to confront the man.

"Stop," Shin announced tonelessly. Blandly, he continued. "In the name of the X-men, of the moon, or whatever. Just stop. Don't make me have to punish you." He held up his arms dramatically, like he was actually going to do something. He wasn't. He was just going to be a big Asian target. But at least he'd be a helpful one. His wedding ring hovered in the air in front of his face.

The man was 6'5", looming over the scene. His jet black hair was spiked in every direction, like it would have been had he stuck his finger in a light socket and survived. Blue eyes blazed with misdirected fury. He wore camo cargo shorts and a light blue tank top, with an ammunition sash across his chest. Which hardly seemed safe. All in all, Shin was hardly impressed.

The man... ignored him. He continued destroying shop fronts and laughing like a loony. Well, at least it would give people something to respond to. Did anyone have a water bottle? Maybe they could just casually walk up and dump it on his spiky hair. He certainly wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.

One moment, Margo was perusing the shelves in one of her favorite used bookstores. The next, there was the sound of shattering glass and people screaming outside.

Out in the street, a mutant with spiky black hair and apparent anger issues was throwing thunderbolts and lightning at the nearby storefronts. An Asian man who Margo recognized as one of the X-men was there too, ordering the electrokinetic mutant to stand down. The mutant ignored him.

Crowds of people fled the scene, trampling shattered glass and baguettes underfoot in their haste to get away. The baguettes, which had been neatly stacked in the window of the bakery across the street, had spilled out onto the pavement when the mutant had blasted that particular storefront.

What a mess.

Belatedly, Margo realized that the only people left on the now deserted street were herself, the electricity-wielding mutant, the X-man, and one particularly brave (or perhaps just stupid) storekeeper. Well. This was the kind of situation she would probably have to deal with if she did want to join the X-men, which she did.

“Hey!” She approached the hostile mutant… well, she got as close as she dared to considering he was wearing an ammunition sash across his chest and could probably also zap her into next week if he so chose. “Whatever is going on in your life right now, this isn’t the way to deal with it.”

She caught the gaze of the other X-man on the scene as if to say, back me up here.

The man... continued to ignore people, including the one who had approached him, calmly talking sense. That was something Shin simply couldn't let slide. The girl was probably mansion-aged, and sensible enough to try calming the man down (something his wife would have appreciated, and admonished him for not considering). Violence was a great recourse to threats but obviously, it was not always the answer. And she didn't deserve the flat out disrespect of willful ignorance the man was giving her, nor did he. Maybe the man was deaf?

His wedding ring was a simple affair, a band colored like a silvery diamond, but entirely free of embellishments on its smooth banded structure. The Asian focused on it, floating it up and forward to drift around the man's head like an irritating fly.

As the ring drifted around innocuously, Shin stepped closer to the girl, putting his body between her and sparky.

"Good idea with the actual conversation," he addressed her, loud enough only they could hear. "'Fraid he might be a little deaf, though. Do I have you in one of my math classes? You look familiar. No matter--"

It took a minute, but finally, sparky had noticed the ring, pausing his attacks on lifeless property. He glanced at the ring as it floated harmlessly by his ear. Then he stared at Shin and the girl. The Asian had paused his commentary once he'd noticed the being noticed.

"Listen," Shin said, now that he had Sparky's attentions. He nodded to the girl. "She was talking to you. Don't be rude. Listen," he repeated the word copy. "And calm down. Go ahead," he added to the girl. "Try again."

The lightning flinger blinked dumbly, anger still there, mixed with a hint of confusion and uncertainty. Maybe he was a little deaf. Heavy metal blared in ear buds 90% of the day will do that to you.

This whole approach was a different tactic than Shin was used to, and he'd assumed a teaching role for it, though maybe he was the teacher becoming the student? If the man attacked, he'd resume his spiritless assault. Hopefully, the girl who had stepped forward could Psychologize their way out of the whole situation without a scratch.

He withdrew his ring back close to him, but kept it floating, tray to act if he needed to become a human shield.