Ethan had been underground for the past few weeks, on purpose of course. He was preparing to go to the resistance and he wanted to not have to go completely covered, and in a very suspicious manor. His skin was a normal tone, it wasn't glowing like usual, he looked like any other normal teenage boy. He felt weird not glowing and being able to go out to the surface and actually feel the wind on his skin. He had spent the past few days gathering all of his things that he was going to take with him to join the resistance. He still had yet to call the number he had recieved from the police officer in Tarin's shop, but lets face it, you don't get great cell reception in a subway station.

All of his most important belongings had fit in several back packs and a duffle bag, he figured he had at least two days worth of sunshine to get ahold of the resistance and move to where ever it is that they were located before his powers reactivated and he turned back into a human LiteBrite and he didn't want to chance being caught by any non-working for the resistance police men. At first he thought that he could bunker down at Tarin's until the resistance got him but he figured that Tarin wouldn't appriciate having to put up with Ethan anymore.

His plan was this. 1) Get to the surface and get ahold of the resistance. 2) Find a safe place until the resistance picked him up. 3) Don't get caught. It seemed simple enough, but so did tetris. He buckled on his skates, going totally agains what the cop and Tarin had said, but he didn't have to hide when his powers were deactivated. He slung one of the backpacks holding his clothes over his sholders, the other that he put pick-pocketed items in he tied onto his belt, figured it was the best choice, he carried the duffle bag holding presious belongings in his left hand and Lucy in the Sky was on her leash in his right. He left his shelter, [see Here for referance] nailing down the boards that he usually used to get in and out, ensuring that noone would be getting inside while he was away. He walked up the tracks and into the subway station he always went through, people gave him the same suspicious looks they always did, but it was New York so noone was going to call the cops cause a kid was coming out of the subway, however if he was a giant mutant sewer monster...moving on.

Back on the street Ethan enjoyed the sun on his skin. He hadn't gotten this much sun since he could remember, he wearing a tan t-shirt with a pair of khaki cargo shorts. He was taking full advantage of being able to be out in the sun for two days with out being caught. His hand slid into the back pocket of a passing man, he withdrew with a wallet in hand that he slipped into the bag handing from his belt. He did this again and again. Old habits die hard they say but Ethan was just trying to survive in a world he had to fight in. He skated past a group of girls who started giggling when they saw him. Now that was something that he missed, girls, he hadn't really been noticed since he got his powers so this was an unfamiliar but welcomed change. He came to a stop. "Why hello ladies, beautiful day we're having ain't it." The girls just contiuned to giggle, Lucy was sniffing around by the feet of a blonde in the group of girls, "Lucy no, sit." Lucy hung her head and walked back to Ehtans side. "My names Ethan," He said to the blonde, exchanging smiles. "I'm Sarah..." The girl said, a bit bashfully.

Ethan smiled, being around girls his age was most definatly something he missed, and was going to miss. Ethans smile quickly faded when he remembered he wasn't normal anymore. His current exterior was only temporary, and soon he'd be back to his normal glowing self. He then looked back up to the girls who were giving him a puzzeled look as to why he suddenly lost intrest. He then quickly threw up another smile which relieved the girls. He stood lauging and flirting with the girls, enjoying the freedom to do so while he still could. Lucy began barking and a passing by man, Ethan glanced over his shoulder to see who, it was a kid a few years younger then him with short blonde hair.

[[OOC:And that would be you Max lol]]

(Not nearly as long. Sorry. And I'm guessing Lucy is a dog. >.<)

Maximillian sat in the cold alley where the buildings on either side of him blocked out the sun, and they were happy to allow him a breeze. Even though he hated a smeltering sun, which it felt like fire on his fair skin, even though he was sure there was worse to come, he shivered at the cool temperature of the wind. It had been a long time since he was safe in the school of Tricity. He regreted taking the time for granted. The food for granted. He was somewhat weary of the students' safety, after they had to regerister. However, he did so, but kept his guard. Out of paranoia, he kept a nice sized bookbag full of food under his bed. He cared more about surviving than changing, so left most of his belongings at the school, probably to be pillaged and destroyed. He was lucky to have escaped. Too lucky to have been paranoid. Not lucky to have regeristered. He had worn clothes away until they were unusable. He now had a short sleeved shirt with a witty saying on it, and a pair of jeans on.

Most of all, he missed the warm food of the school. Fox was only able to take dry foods with him, as anything cold would spoil, and anything hot would taste horrible cold for sure. It was only a matter of time before he ran out of food. If he had counted the days correctly, it had been about three days, and seven hours since he had finished the very last of the trailmix he had made out of bland frosted flakes, pretzels (which he had hated, for they left his mouth dry and they contained no flavour other than salt), and some nacho cheese Doritos. He was considerably skinnier than when he had first started off as an escapee, and had somehow lost any trace of the others who had made an escape. He had once been with a girl slightly younger than he, but once they were being chased down by the crazed robots, she never met up with him where they had decided. Max could do little other than think the worst.

What would fall upon that girl. From what he had heard in the newspapers, it had seemed like a pleasant life would be sustained there, and that if the mutants weren't stopped, they would be uniting together to take down the integrity of the states. Still, the newspaper this article originated from also contained a bit of information that claimed Bigfoot had won a skating competition. He highly doubted its credibility. Another thought of the places they were being taken as a fiery hell full of torture and smiteful workers seemed much more realistic, even if it was his imagination. They had to be given food, though, and he often thought about tipping of his location or purposely getting caught in order to survive further. He doubted it would be longer, but he doubted his ability to survive without being provided food even further. What a doubtful little mutant Maximillian was.

It took some mental pleading, but he got himself up, and walked out of the alley, sunlight burning his eyes as his pupils tried to regulate the amount of sunshine that they were allowing in. Finally, the burning ended, and he was able to make out the surroundings around him. The streets weren't filled yet, but a considerable amount of people were on the streets. It compared well to anything he had ever seen in Oregon. In Everett, the people seemed less shady, and more energetic. This new sense of perception could have been caused by his sudden change of environment.

He walked down the sides of the buildings, feeling a bit disoriented from the change in body temperature. He continued to walk, a bit clueless of his surroundings. A loud bark alerted him to look around, and observe what was 'round. His first sight was the girls that surrounded an older male, and he would have just sat there staring, sight un detered, if it weren't for the dog's relentless barking.

He backed himself against the wall of the nearby building. "Err...is this yours?" He said, trying to sound as polite, and high classed as a person in dirty clothes that had just been in an alley could. Nervously, he let one hand slip down to the other side of his waist, which he tapped with anxiety. "It must have smelled something on me, I'm sure." He added, though his only other thought was that it could have been the scent of blood.

Ethan saw the guy pinned up against the wall, obviously a bit upset over the labs barking. Ethan gave a quick yank on Lucy's collar. "Down girl, thats rude." Lucy then troted back over to Ethans side. He turned back to talk to the girls but he noticed a look in the guys eyes. He could tell that the guy had been going through some unfamilliar troubles, a look Ethan once dawned when he first ran away from his home in California. He turned and said his fair wells to the girls, taking numbers from thoughs who offered but knowing that he probally wouldn't call because by the time he got a chance he would be back to his mutant state.

He walked over to where the guy was still up near the wall and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Yo man are you ok?" He could see that the man was weak, his skin was pale and he was unnaturally thin telling from the way his clothes hung off of him. Probally hungry, the boy looked a little young to be homeless so Ethan figured that there was different surcome stances. "Come on man, lets go and get you something to eat." His eyes lingered on the girls he was talking to, and his heart sunk a bit, he wasn't sure when the next time he would be normal enough to flirt would be but this guy seriously needed help.

The build up of panic from the dog's barking died down, and he relaxed. He wasn't afraid of dogs, nor did he hate dogs. Infact, he loved dogs, despite their barking, which drove the mutant mad. The stranger with the dog seemed to be doing very well with the flock of girls that were giggling as if intoxicated by laughing gas. A strange group of people, were they. He was about to leave his position on the wall, and search for another shelter eyes still on the dog, when the girls left, after scribbling some notes or something down on a piece of paper for the other male.

The sudden worry of the other surprised him, and he took the only logical explaination to be that he had no idea what he was. Despite being out of place, and slightly panicy, he could tell that he hadn't any effects on the other man. Perhaps some humans were just very strong in the branch of concentration. Nevertheless, he answered weakly. "Yes. I'm fine..." The whole entirety of that sentence was said without much to back it up. Normally, he would have tried to leave, without bothering the other too much, but then the topic of food came into place, and he was instantly hypnotized. "Alright." He felt pathetic to have had to need the support of someone else. A random human on the street. Probably horrified and hateful towards mutants like the rest. As long as Maximillian could stay calm, nothing would go wrong. "By the way, who are you?" He asked, though he felt very forward for doing so. Who's business was that? Certainly not his. Still, names were vital for any convsersation, and he guessed that the other would be interested in one. He hadn't had contact with others in a while, and starved for it, but wanted to avoid any odd questions.

>>"Alright."

Ethan smiled at the kid as he agreed to come along with him. Being homeless himself, as he could only assume this boy was, Ethan knew how the struggle was with not having food, but Ethan was fortunate enough to have skills as a pick pocket and was able to pay for food. Ethan shifted the leash from his right hand to the same hand as his dufflebag he guided the boy by the shoulder towards a little cafe just a couple yards down the street from where they were standing. "Here, this is a nice little place, i've been here a few times before."

>>"By the way, who are you?"

"My names Ethan, friends call me Sunshine or just plain Sunny." It was a bit of a coincidence how his powers formed out to fit his nickname from his friends back in cali, he used to wear a shirt with a goofy smiling sun on it so he was constantly getting ragged on. But no one out here really knew his name, hell Tarin just knew him by Hopes. Ethan tied Lucy up to a firehidrent outside the cafe and then walked inside holding the door open for the younger guy, "Go ahead, sit down whereever." Ethan smiled, he was afraid that he was coming off a bit too friendly to the stranger and didn't want to scare him off, he was just trying to help, do his part as a human being.

He let Ethan guide him to the restaurant. He felt a bit invaded, due to the physical contact he wasn't used to, but said nothing. The last person that had ever been close to him was the girl he was traveling with. He doubted she'd be anything more than a cold, lifeless corpse left behind as a proof of human cruelty. He was safe from the prosecuters. Wasn't he? There was no chance that this Ethan person was after him was there? He did try to stay close to him!

Feeling that he wasn't quite ready to trust the helpful stranger, he past through the door of the restaurant, which made a friendly jingle sound as they walked into it. He walked over to a booth near the corner of the café that was uninhabited. He didn't need people staring. It was horrible enough that he looked like this. He used to look so decent. Perhaps even attractive. A Belgian-looking boy in his teen years. His parents were both born in Belgium, and hadn't been expecting birth so soon, otherwise they wouldn't have traveled to the America's. On the otherhand, it was probably because of Maximillian that they had decided to live in America. He wondered what the mutant problem in Belgium was like. He had never traveled to his parent's home country since he was five, and could remember nothing of it. "I'm F-Maximillian." He said, almost using the alias he had used when he was with the X-Men. That could be a mistake. Did people know about him? Anyone? Were there lists of mutants like the blacklists of communist-supporters during and after the Cold War? If so, he should at least only use his first name. Anything else would be a bit more risky. He hoped that he wouldn't seem to homely in front of Ethan. It was extremely unbearable, growing up in a world where teenagers were becoming more and more independant.

Ethan followed the stranger as he walked over to a booth on the far side of the cafe where there wasn't as many people. Ethan sat himself where he could keep an eye on Lucy but at the same time have a conversation with the newcomer. Ethan placed his dufflebag on the ground, placing his backpack from his shoulders ontop, the one that hung from his waist however stayed on his lap.

>> "I'm f- Maximillian."

Ethan's head turned a bit to the right as the boy, 'Max' apparently, switched up his sentence half way through. He wondered why Max had done that, obviously the thing he was going to say first was much more familiar and natural to him then the answer he gave. A young gorgeous waitress stopped at the table a pen and paper in her hand, chewing gum rather vigorously. "What'll it be?" She asked, "I'll have a vanilla chai and a bacon egg and cheese on a crosaunt." Ethan turned to Max and gave him a friendly smile. "Order anything, and i mean anything. If you want to eat alot then order alot."

Max watched as he positioned himself in a comfortable way. Ethan seemed to have too many bags to be just walking around the streets of New York. Curiousity claimed another victim. "Why do you have so many bags full of stuff? Whats in it? Are you going some place?" He asked, baraging him in questions. The hospitible man seemed a bit strange. Hopefully, he hadn't played into the hands of a new kidnapping organization. Afterall, he hadn't contact with his parents, so a ransom was out of question, and most pedophiles wouldn't go after someone sixteen or older. A lurch in his stomache because of the last thought. Something else, full of flavour approached the booth, and it took Fox a while to notice that she was the waitress. By then, he had also realized that he had been sitting there a long while. He quickly stuttered for an answer, sending out little waves of confusion subconsciously, as he reddened. "I'll take what he's taking." It had taken him to say it three times, before she had finally understood what Maximillian had wanted, and his order was taken. Even still, as she walked away, she shook her head, as if he had used his words incorrectly.

He hoped Ethan hadn't noticed anything. "Heh...Waitresses these days. They get hotter, but even more ditsier, huh?" He said trying his best to sound convincing. He knew it was a poor attempt. What else was to be said though? A silence would have hung over them like an iron curtain, dividing them, otherwise. He glanced outside, watching the dog. Internally, his affection to animals other than cats took over, and it conflicted him that they left the dog outside, where the horrid people in the world could get to it. He remembered once seeing a puppy being stepped on in high heels on a website.

(Thats actually a thing that happened to me. I'll forever be scarred.)

[[Yep i've seen that video too, buncha freaks out there...said one mutant to another lol]]

>> "Why do you have so many bags full of stuff? Whats in it? Are you going some place?"

Ethan thans patted on the bags sitting on the floor. "Because i'm homeless, well not really because i live somewhere, just not your normal conventional home. And right now i'm leaving it temporarally for...somewhere safe." He almost said something that he could have regretted to the stranger, if he reveiled himself as a mutant this kid could start shouting out the Ethan was a mutant, and in his powerless state he couldn't get away like he used too. "And what's in my bags is clothes, personal belongings." His hand rested on the bag sitting on his lap. "And things everyone needs to survive." He sat back as Max gave his order to the waitress, he had to repeat it a few times which was kind of odd because Ethan had been served by her a few times before and never had that problem before. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind as unimportant.

>>"Heh...Waitresses these days. They get hotter, but even more ditsier, huh?"

Ethan let out a chuckle when Max first said this, then another, until he was just laughing, "Couldn't be more true man, couldn't be more true." He thanked the woman as she dropped of they're drinks and sniffed the unique aroma that came along with a chai. "So, why are you, ya know, in this sort of situation.

[[You enjoy getting in character on this site, eh? I have to say your writing over the C-Box surprises me compared to your brilliant sentence structure. I guess its just because you don't narrate yourself on the C-Box.... ^_^' Also, sorry I don't quote the person's speech. Should I?]]

Max's eyes showed his own surprise at the fact that Ethan's homeless state. He was taking money and food from the homeless. How sad. They needed it more than him. On second thought, they were him. He was them. How could he have forgotten like that? This did take him as strange indeed. "I can see why you have so many bags then." He tried not to let the conversation die. He feared the silence. Of course, he only dreaded the silence because he thought it would lead to uncomfortable questions. He let his fingers rap semi-quietly against the table. A somewhat interesting thought occured. "So, why would I call you sunny? Is there a story behind that?" Perhaps he was just naturally happy. Or in another case, he could have had a crazy experience in a sunny place such as Hawaii? .

As Ethan laughed, Maximillian tried to join in, but didn't find much of a thrill out of it. Probably because I was too busy freaking out about someone reacting in a unhelpful way, Fox thought to himself. When the question of his state of being came to be asked, Max's left cheek slightly twitched upward. Was he onto him? Oh how the younger mutant hoped not. "Well, how do most people become in 'this sort of situations'? They don't belong, or are too far in debt to get a new start." He took a pause, carefully placing his words to make sure that he wasn't exactly lying. "I'm too young to be in debt, so you can assume I don't belong." He bit his tongue after that. Did he say to much?! That could have easily been considered a confession. Maximillian Merel's heart jumped, but his face was as calm as ever.

[[it really depends on the kind of NPC that you use. For insignificant ones you don't have to but ones that play big roles you definatly do. For example, the girl that was once Geos girlfriend had a training sesion with Prof X, which totally calls for dialog.]]

>>"I can see why you have so many bags then. So, why would I call you sunny? Is there a story behind that?"

Ethan took a deep drink from his chai, it burnt a bit but the flavor afterwards was worth it. "Well current reasons fit more, but when i used to live in california i would wear this shirt with a smiling sun on it, so i would get teased and the names stuck i guess." He remebered back in Cali but he wanted to be out in New York where all the Metahuman action was, he didn't expect that he would be a mutant. He had only met one other mutant since his development which he regretted. If only he had manifested his powers before the registration, or after would be better but god only knew when things would turn around, so Ethan just started to survive. Homeless but in style. Ehtan had once urned to be one of the heroes that you read about, like The Avengers or X-men, even California's own rumored Runaways. But now that he was granted what he wanted he regreted it deeply. A gift or a curse, as someone once said, it all depended on how you used it.

>>"Well, how do most people become in 'this sort of situations'? They don't belong, or are too far in debt to get a new start. I'm too young to be in debt, so you can assume I don't belong."

Ethan leaned into the table as Max spoke, something about his story seemed oh so familiar. "I'm homeless by choice, I wanted to get out to New York. You know, home of the superheroes. Spiderman, Capitan America, all them. I wanted to be a part of that, so when i got here, turns out not to be as great as i thought it would be. And living in a subw-...being homeless sounds alot better then renting an apartment, expecially with a tight income you know." The pretty waitress came back and placed a check on the table before turning and walking back in the other direction. Ethan unzipped the bag on his lap and pulled out a wallet. He opened it and pulled out a five dollar bill and two ones. "Damn," Ethan swore to himself. He tossed the wallet onto the table and reached into the bag pulling out another wallet. He drew three more singles before placing it back in his bag. He figured this gesture showed the newcomer how Ethan was such a well off homeless teen.

(Sorry. Bad connection access! )

Fox finished his drink and food hungrily, as he listened to Ethan talk about himself leaving NewCalifornia to be a sort of super hero. This surprised him. New York's beaches didn't compare. "Uhh? Don't need some sort of gimmick, like super strength, spider powers, or the ability to confuse others?" Max said not really caring to much that he had let this slip out. Other things might have been worse. So far, he thought he was being very inconspicuous. However, on his physical side, he was a bit hyper-active, with quick, short movements. His fingers tapped against each other with quick, silent motions.

Maximillian watched as Ethan took out two wallets. This struck him as odd instantaneously, and he struggled not to say anything. Even though he was sure they would go their separate ways, he wished that the time could just freeze with Max and the diner. It was unbearably cozy compared to the asphalt and cement ground he was used to. “How do you even get that money? Does it cost to get to where your ‘safe place’ is?” He surprised even himself with the question. It could be a highly personal affair. It was none of Fox’s business whether Ethan had a pimp or not. It was explain the flack of giggling girls. Perhaps they were old and very well known ‘friends’. These thoughts were highly unbelievable since Ethan seemed constantly happy. He doubted anyone that was so violated, even if for money, would be so eager to smile, more or less give out money to another. “Where do you live....before you left for this glorious life?” Max asking, trying to drag out the other’s departure. It seemed like the only interesting and relaxing thing that had happened for a while. Not to mention all the attractive people that seemed to magnetize towards him.

Now, before they were to leave, he let himself view the diner more openly. All the booths around them had identical set-ups, not counting the factor of cleanliness. Each of the consisted of the seats, table, rack to hold condiments, and a small space for the newspaper on the inside wall of the booth. The title of the paper caught his eye: ‘Kamikaze Mutant: The Story of Emeril Jacobson’. Maximillian had heard of the name before. Definitely. It was the first person he could remember talking about, as his extremist view greater each day. Max guessed he had finally gone over the edge. A sentence in dark, fancy script read ‘Death Count: 342 injured, 28 badly wounded, 3 left undamaged.’ Maximillian snatched it with gusto. What had the government to say about the rogue mutant. Most probably, they were creating a new way to punish all of the other mutants for the acts of one knave mutant that had been driven past asking nicely for equality. He wondered if the X-Men would have been sent out to help stop him, or at least protect the other humans in danger. A blow to his self esteem, Fox realized that he would be able to do little to help out.

He approached the other mutant, unaware of his genetic problems. “Did you know about this?” He asked as if he was the town’s most trusted gossiper. “I’m not sure why to government doesn’t take different action on the mutants, it might have prevented the deaths of so many innocent people.” Max said, being careful not to choose a side. He wasn’t even sure how he felt about the matter. It had happened before, with much more people. On the other hand, it was the first time Max had noticed what an effect it had on the people around him, as he read about the families of the deceased pulling together. How absolutely inspirational. His thoughts were to far away to be tested for sarcasm.

>>"Uhh? Don't need some sort of gimmick, like super strength, spider powers, or the ability to confuse others?"

Ethan shook his head to the question, "Nah i was planning on jumping into toxic waste and praying i don't get a tumor." He laughed at his own joke, "Come on, you've never had a teen age illusion that maybe you'd gain superpowers through some freak accident or what ever. And don't say no 'cause it'd be a complete lie. No ones never dreamed of flying." Ethan closed his eyes and imagined the all too familiar feeling of flying through the city. He then remembered where he was and quickly snapped out of it.

>>“How do you even get that money? Does it cost to get to where your ‘safe place’ is?”

Ethan lifted his hand, "The key to any magicians trick is a quick persis hand movement. I'm a pickpocket, not the most honest work but in my position i can't exactly get a job working the night shift at the local dunken donuts. And i dump the wallets on the stoop of the police station, save people the hastle of canceling they're credit cards, and getting new licence and stuff." He gathered the two wallets and shoved them back into the bag on his lap, "Look it's better then starving to death." He leaned back a bit of a frown on his face, he wasn't proud of what he did but it was the only way he could survive.

>>“Where do you live....before you left for this glorious life?”

Ethan's face lit up, not literally but expression wise, when Max changed the subject. "LA, in a suburb, 20 minute drive from the beach. That seemed like heaven for a while but it started to get old and i wanted to get to where the action is." This was starting to feel like an interrigation. By a random homeless teen he decided to help off the street. Then Max didn't soemthing he didn't expect at all, he grabbed a news paper off the wall and started reading the headline.

>>“Did you know about this? I’m not sure why to government doesn’t take different action on the mutants, it might have prevented the deaths of so many innocent people.”

Ethan shook his head, his brow twisted a bit in worry as he read the headline. "No i haven't i've been out of the loop for the last couple of weeks." He didn't feel like specifying why but he figured it was overlooked by the current conversation, " It's nautral human nature, if it's a threat, kill it. It's the most idiotic idea but it's what people do. And right now mutants are the threat and they wanna take us..." Ethans eyes widened, he had just let it slip that he was a mutants. His right hand reached down towards his bag ready to make an escape if need be. And without his powers it was going to be hard.

(I'm very sorry in advance for this horrid reply! I struggle at writing, even though I enjoy it. :S)

Max listened carefully to each answer. This Ethan was more insightful than his dialogue and and appearances led Maximillian to believe. In between each of Ethan's answers, Max either commented on that answer, or asked another slightly randomly topiced question.

The question about him moving to New York interested Fox the most, because of the reference to metahuman actions and activities. He felt a bit special and unique, but outcasted at the same time. Perhaps what the African Americans felt when they were discriminated against? Max found it hard to imagine any African Americans without alot of pride in their race that would feel special or unique. Then again, would they not think the same thing about a mutant feeling unique in a time of discrimination? He would find that strange, if he weren't such a genetic mess.

"Actually, I haven't dreamt of flying. Falling sure. Never flying. I hate heights. And to fly means to gain altitude. Never a good thing for me. I hated climbed stairs at my old school. It was big." He felt highly illiterate. He would never have gotten away with using the word 'big' in an essay. "What freak accident were you hoping for to be a mutant? Is that what all super heroes are? So you wanted to be a mutant?" He thought his questions made sense. After all, the heroes were definitely not normal. No mutant was. They were, of course, on better terms with the government and cities than the others, such as the suicidal mutant, but even the X-Men's sister school and its members were attacked. Was there no way to please the regular humans? They didn't stick evil robot things after people with Down Syndrome for having an incorrect amount of cromosomes. Instead they pittied them.
"I have nothing against pick-pocketing, actually, I seriously tried it. However, I was later beaten up by a rather large and depressingly strong man." He laughed at his own misfortune. That was all he could do anymore. Laughing, crying, they were thought of the same for a long time. These thoughts also added to his laughter. How pathetically emo they sounded. A smile came across him. Perhaps the first since he had met Ethan. The first since weeks, months, well a long time. It was a surprisingly comfortable change.

"I've never really been to the beach." Maximillian said trying to think of a time. "Well, I used to live in a town in Oregon. Everett. Its near Salem....the capital?" He took a pause to make sure Ethan was on track. Of course Ethen would have known that Salem was the capital of Oregon, and he felt guilty afterwards for explaining sure a simple fact. "Yeah, well, despite it being on the coast, I've never actually been to the ocean. My parents found it more educational and personally satisfying to go travel thousands of miles to Belgium. They were both citizens there before I...happened."

"Was that a joke?! Calling yourself a mutant. You said you wanted to be one, so you couldn't have actually been one when you said 'us'!" Unstable, Maximillian advanced on the other with fury and his hand clenched in fists. He knew somehow that this would end ugly, but his bent up adrenaline and energy was being released in a think blast. This was, of course, a figure of speech. "'Us' doesn't include you. It includes me. It includes millions of other people in the world, it includes all of us. Not you, nor any of the other racist people!" By now, most sense was abandoning Maximillion, and people around him were staring, eyes wide with fear, interest, and other emotions that weren't present when he was just an innocent homeless boy a few moments back. Maximillian sent out a, if he may have said so himself, strong wave of confusion in a concentrated mental attack. His head hurt more than any othertime he had used his ability. He could have guessed that this was caused by the adrenaline, or all of time he hadn't used his gifts for fear of exposure. As if he were drugged, that fear was gone. "Never compare us to you!" A think liquid, red of color, came running down from his nose. He sent out another attack, making no physical contact. This attack was weaker, and the one after that as well. His stance slumped, and head swayed lightly.

Instead of revealing Ethan as a mutant Max freaked out, it shocked Ethan that he reacted like that. Max started screaming at Ethan about things that he didn't quite catch, because almost the second he had started yelling Ethans head started to spin, all kinds of colors started to murge, all the sounds became inprasise and louder. Ethan had no idea where he was, he pulled his arms over his head, the only thing that he could seem to do, and then it all stopped. He could see straight and all sounds were distinct again. And now he realized something else, Max was a mutant, and from looking through the crowd the rest of the people in the shop had realized it too. Ethan cursed loudly and jumped up throwing this bags over his shoulder, he grabbed Max by the collar. "You Idiot you just exposed the both of us! Follow me if you want to stay out of those god forsaken camps." Ethan ran towards the door so fast that he knocked over his chair. "AND DON"T STOP FOR ANYTHING!" He called backa s he ran through the door. He quickly untied Lucy and the two went bolting down the street, Ethan didn't look back to see if Max was behind him, but he hoped that he had the sense to come with Ethan. Ethan had experiance running from the authorities but he wasn't used to doing it on foot and with his being powered down flying wasn't an opption.

Whistles sounded from behind where they where and he turned a corner straight into a cop. Ethan was trained in Mauy Tai, just another cali boy with to much time on his hands. He pressed his foot against the cops belt and jumped up spinning and planting a knee into the side of the officers head. The cop fell to the ground and without a second glance Ethan was running again.