Fausto was wandering aroung the entrance of the mansion , looking here and there trying to find the perfect place to make the party.

I thought the mansion ground entrance is a good place to start a party ...
is big with much ilumination , the only and biggest problem is ... that is far aways of the kitchen ...
i have to ask the cooker to make all the food for all the guest... who is the cooker of this place? i have to invite all the people here ... and i have to bring here a couples of tables ...ohh man ... i have to do a lot of things ... is suposse to be MY birthday , people must do all the things for me ...

*losing the sense of reality* ¨when i rule the world , all the world will say to me ¨Happy birthday amazing Iron Mouth ¨ and all the mutants in the world will be freedon to show they power , and the train will come exactly every 5 minutes , and every man in this planet will know my name ¨ *Fausto say very aloud*

Fausto notice that he was talking alone ... and take a long breath to cooldown himself a little...

¨well better start now , step by step , anyone want to help me ?¨ *he say aloud with the hopeless idea of anyone answering him*



OCC: it would be perfect if anyone with cloakings powers answer my call , just kidding whatever that respond my call will be OK jejeje Kat i will be waiting for you in the party and you too Ghost

It was a lazy afternoon. Katrina had done her duty for the day by helping to paint the living room in the morning, then switched over to helping her mother clean up the kitchen after lunch. Now the dishes were clean, the paint was drying, and Katrina was sitting on the ground leaning against the wall. She was partway shielded from the warm afternoon sun by a hydrangea bush. It was in full bloom and some of the white puffy blossom clusters were bigger than her face.

Katrina wasn't doing much of anything in particular. She was just watching the clouds go by and thinking about the start of school. She wondered when the official "back to school" day was and what classes she would be in. She also wondered who would be in her classes. The number of students at the mansion had a wide age range, but not necessarily an especially large number. There could be very small class sizes, or there could even be classes where the students were all different ages.

Katrina heard a voice speaking. It was loud, but it seemed like the person was talking to himself. The part that Katrina could hear was:
>>>¨When i rule the world , all the world will say to me ¨Happy birthday amazing Iron Mouth ¨ and all the mutants in the world will be freedom to show they power , and the train will come exactly every 5 minutes , and every man in this planet will know my name.¨ ... ¨well better start now , step by step , anyone want to help me ?¨

Curious to see who was speaking, Katrina poked her head out from behind the bushes. It was a boy not too much older than Katrina, and he did seem to be talking to himself. Not for long, though.

Katrina called out, "If I ruled the world, every day would be a lazy summer day. There would be no math classes, everyone would wear their pajamas until noon, and no one would be allowed to fight wars. Now, did you say you needed help with something?"

A girl jump out of nowhere , she seems to be hidding behind the bluses. she looked like a cute blonde angel. Fausto looked at the girl a little curious, she seemed to be the same age than him.

¨above my cold dead body *he answer quickly and aloud without thinking* i am the only one that will conquer the world , me and only me ... *he stop a little , he was feeling a little guilty . she doesnt say that line in the way he thought * oh sorry ... *he make a exagerade reverence * yes , my little princess . i have to make the biggest party for a amazing person , me.¨

she is soo cute , i tought angels live in heaven... but if she is here, she have to be living here.she look like a rich girl ...perhaps his parents are the owners of the mansion ... if she can help me to make the party it would be really bigger

¨sorry milady... you have only one first impression and i throw mine to the trash. let me introduce myself , if you want to know the name of someone give yours name first, i am Fausto Martense but i call myself Iron Mouth . tomorrow is my birthday and i was planning a party ... i want to invite all the mansion members ...and i was having a little trouble with a couple of things ... i need food ,much food for the party ... ¨

¨ohh i almost forget to ask ... what is your name angel ? you are living here in the mansion? how is the food here ? i just came and i dont have any idea of the skills of the cooker ... but ... your name is ...?¨

Katrina got the impression that Iron Mouth was teasing her about taking over the world,
>>>"Above my cold dead body ... I am the only one that will conquer the world , me and only me ..."

Katrina walked around him, looking at him from head to toe. He was taller than her by several inches, but was very thin. It seemed like he had grown very quickly and his weight hadn't quite caught up with him yet. He had dark hair and dark eyes that looked like portals into the abyss. Katrina narrowed her own eyes at him, as if she was judging an animal at the fair to see if it should win a ribbon.

"Nah, you couldn't conquer the world," she teased, poking his tummy. "You're too skinny. I've never seen a skinny conqueror." She put her hands on her hips and her nose in the air, pretending to be a diva, "I, on the other hand, wouldn't have to take over the world. People would just follow me because they adore me."

She laughed at his "little princess" comment. Okay, so she had deserved that.

After his introduction and his string of questions, Katrina bowed elaborately, "I am Katrina. I am a student here at the school, and my mother works in the kitchen. Her name is Claire. If you need food for a party, you've found the right person," Katrina bowed again. "I can help you get anything you need."

she is soo greedy and with a biiiig proud , saying that she will conquer the world ... i am the only one allowed to do that , i will be the hero of justice . the world will be only and only mine .

¨well nice to meet you Katrina . perfect, this must be destiny , i need lots of food for the party and you are the answer... i dont deny the fact that all the people would adore you *he say with the face a little red * but i am not skinny .i have a special metabolism that allow me to be thin despite the fact i can eat tons of food and others things ... is one of my amazings powers... ¨

¨well i have a question for you , really i have lots of question like what is your age and do you really want to end all the wars ...but i have one for now... you are just lazy or you are a crazy pajama lover? *laughting * well seriously what is yours evolution? ¨

Katrina is wrong ,the world will be mine and only mine ... i have to change the world and erase all injustice ...but if she wants to end all the war ... she have a warm and kind heart perhaps she will be a greatest liutenant or something for my future liberation army

"Right this way," Katrina led the way to the kitchen door. "We have no shortage of groceries, so even if you do have super eating powers there should be plenty for everyone." Katrina opened the door and stuck her head in to see who was in the kitchen. It seemed empty, which meant her mother was probably taking a break between cleaning up lunch and making dinner. There were two large crock pots on the counter.

"Pajamas are the best kind of clothing ever! So when I rule the world, everyone will be comfortable all morning long." Her tone was teasing. She, of course, did not intend to rule the world at all, but it was interesting to speculate on what would happen if she was in charge.

"And no wars. I think it is horrible when people are forced to fight each other because their leaders don't get along. The leaders of the countries should just sit down and talk out their problems. Then nobody would have to die. The whole world will be happier then, because no one's mom or dad or uncle or brother would be killed in the wars. Mutants and humans wouldn't fight either, if I was in charge. I would teach them all how to get along with each other so they could be friends instead of enemies."

Katrina thought about her own father and his dislike for mutants. It would be difficult to teach him to like mutants, since he didn't even want to talk to his own family once he found out they were mutants. It would take a lot of time to change his mind. Teaching mutants and humans to get along would probably be much easier if they started learning to get along when they were young.

"Oh, and my evolution- or mutation- is that I can turn invisible," she shrugged. She wasn't sure if it was an impressive power of not. It could be useful for playing hide and seek, but wasn't practical for everyday use.

Katrina lifted the lid off one of the crock pots. "I hope you like sloppy joes, because it looks like that's what we're having for supper. The oven isn't being used, so we could make a cake or cup cakes to celebrate."

¨you know ... when i sleep in the street my every day clothes become my pajama ...in one way i use always pajamas *Fausto say this with a smile in his face but in his mind he sadly remember the longs cold nights of the winters*.well...the worst part of my power is that i cant taste the things or food for much time ... so i would eat all the groceries if someone *looking her hardly * say ¨i am a freaking pajama lover¨ and... in other way, groceries cant be unlimited there is nothing unlimited in this world , all the things have a end ...is something is unlimited it would be perfect in the quantitive way ... i deny the perfection ... perfection doesnt exist... ¨

Fausto lost himself in his thought a little ... and after a couple of seconds of silence he finaly spoke.

¨war is a giant that crush everything . families , houses , farms , countries , civilizations , empires... is a horrible thing but ... how do you thought you can enter in reason with people that thing only in money and the way to earn it.. is the same with the civil war between humans and the wrong called mutants ... i am not a mutant , i am the evolution of the human race.well in other way ...my father was a human , a amazing and smarts , courageous and funny ... a lot of people dont deserve to be called human like the ones that hate mutants or the ones that start wars for money ... my father died fighting for mutant equality and rights ... a gang of terrorist kill him and my mother too ...that type of mens dont deserve to be called humans, a murderer isnt a human is trash that deserve to be killed to pay for his sins... ¨

¨ohh sorry i lost myself in a monologue about the past and my inner justice ... dont worry , it happen usually... your power is be invicible ? is a very sad power... i would hate to be invicible ... nobody cant see you... you be alone all the time... even in a party ... always alone , i hate to be alone .¨

¨i dont know how to make a cake , but if you know how to do it . we can start right now. i am sure you had to know how to make one.¨

A look of concern flitted briefly across Katrina's face as Fausto mentioned that he slept on the street. He smiled about it as he said it, as if it was no big deal, and he didn't dwell on the topic. Katrina, too, let it pass without comment, but she would try to keep an eye out for him in the future. Living on the street was hard, hopefully he would be able to find a more stable place here at the school.

Katrina listened to his speech about perfection. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. She wanted to argue and say that there was such a thing as a perfect thing, but the only examples she could think of for things that were truly perfect were hypothetical perfect shapes in mathematical proofs. Not only did they not really exist in the real world, she didn't want to admit that she was thinking about mathematical proofs. School would be starting in a few days and she would be hitting the books soon enough. She had been informed earlier in the week that she had to take seventh grade math, because she had missed it the year before due to the school being demolished and everyone being locked up in the camps or cooped up in the Labs. At least she'd start out ahead after all the studying she had done with Slate in the library.

It was only when Fausto started speaking again that she realized she'd let the silence stretch out rather a long time, lost in her own little world of thought.

For a moment after his speech, Katrina was speechless. This kid had lived such a hard life. He seemed to have issues with being alone, and Katrina couldn't blame him. The world abandoned him and left him to fend for himself on the streets. Luckily, he had found his way the the mansion, where there were lots of people to take care of him, so long as he chose to stick around.

“I'm sorry about your parents,” Katrina said quietly. “War is a terrible thing, better off avoided at all costs. If I could do something to stop a war from happening, I think I would do it no matter what the costs were. There's just no way to know when wars will happen, and there's no way someone like me would ever be able to stop it from happening.”

There was one thing that troubled Katrina about what Fausto said. As she took out the ingredients indicated on the back of the cake mix box, she tilted her head inquisitively, “Do you really think that people who hate mutants deserve to die? Is it right to kill someone because they killed someone else?”

Fausto dont know how to make a cake and he dindt have confidence to help to make one , he simply was looking here and there thinking...

She remind me when my mom cooked for me and dad ... well , mom didnt need the recipes to make the dinner but... she is almost the same in the feeling ,she have a aura of serenety and peace . well , people always show beatifuls auras when they do something they like. perhaps cooking is one of her hobbies or she is having fun with the preparation of the party... or my magnificent presences changes peoples s feelings...

Fausto take a bag of sugar ,trying to dont call much atention he open the bag and his mouth as much as he could and throw in it a little of sugar . a little enter in his mouth and melt in his tongue with a sweet sweeet taste , and other little part fall in the floor.

¨Do you want a little of sugar? *after saying this he give her the bag of sugar* i cant lick my fingers ... *looking at his hands a little sadly but suddenly changing to his energic normal self * but i love sweets !! sweets things are the best !! but my favorite weird thing to eat is rustics metal things... the taste of cold metal is like the taste of ice cream mixed with some bitter thing , what is your favorite meal?¨

Fausto stop shotting his questions like a machine gun , he wait a little to hear the answers but before she open her mouth Fausto ask again.

¨kat , do you say earlier that your mom work in this kitchen ? this place is so huge , she do it all by herself or have people to help her ? it have to be hard working all the day making the food for everyone ,she have time to take care of you?¨

“Don't eat all the sugar, Sugar!” Katrina teased, then handed him a big wooden spoon. “You can stir, and I'll keep adding ingredients. Every cook needs a good assistant, right? Even my mom, who getting to be a better cook every day!”

She opened the bag of cake mix and dumped it into the large bowl in front of Fausto. “Mm? You eat metal? That's pretty weird, but it could come in handy, I suppose.” As a person who often asked several questions in a row, she could keep track of most of Fausto's. He seemed to have forgotten about one of her questions though.

“You know how you said earlier that some people deserve to die? Why is it not okay to kill someone, but it is okay to kill a murderer? I would think there would be one rule, that you could always follow without all the fine print.”

Fausto take the big spoon and start to stir the preparation slowed, all this situation make him remember the good days with his mom , he speak with a mix of joy and sadness

¨all this situation is like a deja vu it make me remember when mom cook for me and dad ... we always tried to help her but dad and me always end eating the ingredients... i wasn't a good assistant but these where happy days... mom always smiled no matter what ...¨

He stopped moving the spoon and look the bowl with a sad smile a few seconds until kat answer him about killing ... the question start a mechanical process , Fausto answer that question in his head a lots of time .he answer quickly, he doesn't doubt a second , he was thinking in the justice and punishment since the murder of his parents...and if he could put that true in the head of someone else he would be able to share his desire to conquer the world to change it to a peaceful place to live, perhaps he would find someone like him , with a strong sense of justice ... or crazy enough to follow him.

¨To put it simple, yeah,is okay to kill murderers or people like that ... sometimes you have to be outside the law in order to impose a right punishment,i would carry with joy the weight of having to kill and live with that if i know i am making the world peaceful for innocent people. would do you do if someone kill your mother? you would be settled seeing him in jail? also he might be free in a month or two...i cant just sit down and wait ... if i would have more power...¨

He stop a second to breath, he thought that perhaps kat don't understand him and he tried to put a example to simplify things...

¨in the Edo period samurais kill saying tenchu , something like celestial punishment. they justify the way they was killing saying they do that in the name of heaven.but the members of the family of the dead person tired of waiting the tenchu for the murderer take the weapons and kill saying jinchu , something like human punishment. if heaven don't punish you ,humans will do . if a bad way of saw thing but if heaven don't punish i will be proud of make the jinchu, not now but someday . perhaps you are thinking that i am insane , well perhaps i am insane perhaps not, is a point of view ... i just want justice and a peaceful place to call home.¨

¨dont think that i am crazy please...¨ Fausto look at she with hope and sadness waiting her reaction ,he say it almost begging...

(Nice post IM!)

Fausto was sure of his answer, that was certain. He had answered without hesitation exactly the way he believed. Katrina was not as sure if her own answer to the problem was as logical as Fausto's, but she was sure of the feeling she had that killing was wrong, no matter what.

“I think that everyone reacts differently when they lose a loved one. Even if my parents were killed, though I love them both dearly, I would not want to see more death afterwards.” Katrina realized as she said it, that she still did love her father even though he had turned his back on her. She cracked an egg into the bowl as Fausto mixed it.

“I don't know much about Japan, but I read about a village in Africa once where the punishment for murder was to tie someone up and throw them in the river. The family members of the victim could decide whether or not to save the drowning murderer. If they saved him, it meant they forgave him and were willing to spare his life and he would owe his life to them.”

“I would be the one who saved the murderer, because I think that if you kill someone they never have a chance to redeem themselves. Except for maybe in the afterlife, but I'm sure it doesn't look very good to have murder as the last thing you did on Earth. I guess I believe that there is good in everyone. Even murderers have the capacity to love.”

Katrina smiled gently as Fausto asked her not to think he was crazy. “I don't think you are crazy in the least. I want a nice peaceful world, too. I just have different ideas about how it can be made.” She added the final ingredient: chocolate chips. Then she used a little butter to grease the pan while she waited for Fausto to be finished stirring. All that needed to be done now was to pour the batter into the pan and put it into the oven.

Katrina added the last ingredient in the batter, Fausto stir the batter a little more and finish it a couple of seconds after ... Fausto was very silence , something really unusual in him ...

why she had to say exactly the opposite than me and with that smile in his face...? she don't convince me but i cant disagree with her, kill peoples is a bad thing but someone have to do the dirty job to clean the world. the little princess will save the world with a nice talk , and all the criminal will look desperately the redemption... what the world need is a strong power that erase injustice , no a nice talk ...and if the criminals are really wanted to regret about the murders ,the only way to finish with the feeling of guilty is the death . every people that kill someone carry the guilty in his shoulders and the weight of someone trying to earn his revenge ... if the man that seek revenge obtain it he become a murderer , and other people will look for him too for revenge . revenge is a chain , and the redemption only came with death ...

Fausto stop the flow of his ideas to focus in the final step , he pour cautiously the batter in the pan with butter that Kat prepared a second before ... when it was finish , Fausto pushed the dial and turned it to the correct temperature , the oven started but they will have to wait until the oven heat up .
He was trying to control himself , he had the impulse to shout at kat about the right way to change the world , but when he look a her something inside him say with confident ¨no , you cant do that¨
In his internal fight Fausto found the answer ... he grins at kat with a radiant but malicious smile and took a box of eggs.

¨i dont want to wait until the oven heat up . what do you thing if we heat up the things right now?¨

Fausto doenst wait the answer and shot a egg toward kat.

Neither of them was going to be convinced by the other one in this particular discussion. It wasn't a debate about logic, it was a debate about feelings. They were explaining their morals and what they thought was right, and beliefs at that level were very hard to change.

It didn't bother Katrina that they didn't think the same way. Every person was different, and she was fine with that. She wasn't trying to convert anyone to her way of thinking, but she did enjoy listening to what other people thought about things like that. It really helped to understand who people were.

Katrina watched absentmindedly as Fausto finished the last of the cake preparations, all the way to heating up the stove. She was thinking to herself about a peaceful world when Fausto once again spoke, breaking the silence.

Katrina didn't have time to react to his question before, quite suddenly, she saw a flash of white, felt something hit her shoulder, and then felt slimy cold goo drip down from her sleeve onto her arm. For just a moment, she stood there with her mouth hanging open. He. had. thrown. an. egg. at. her.

Her mind quickly caught up to her situation, and she jumped into overdrive. She wasted no time verbally protesting, but rather looked around the kitchen for anything she could use to defend herself and launch a counter-attack. Fausto already held the whole carton of eggs, but the flour was still sitting open on the table. There was also a cutting board on the counter. Katrina lunged first for the cutting board, and held it in front of her like a mighty shield. Next, she dodged to the right and used her free hand to grab a fist full of flour and launch the white powder toward where she had last seen that radiant and malicious grin.

a rain of flour fall down where Fausto was standing ... he didn't expecting an open attack from the one that like to talk about ending the conflicts talking . so he didn't have a chance to dodge it . the flour cover his head and a part of his shoulders , his black hair become white , and all his face was covered in flour . he seemed like a phantom or a drowsed man , the fact he was very thin give him the appearance of a zombie.

i will not tried to shot another eggs because i don't want to throw away all the ammunition without hitting , the first shot hit the mark because she didn't expect that move , the surprise factor was decisive. but now she is prepared for combat

¨that's have to be the legendary shield all the legends are talking about, the dragon scale !! i thought it was a legend ... but i have one Ace under my sleeve ¨

Fausto really dont have anything else under his sleeve but he have a plan , he run toward kat and when he was closer enought he hit Katrina in the head with the entire carton of eggs . the eggs explode in all directions splashing the substance in kat and Fausto equality .
Fausto put a ugly face when the eggs fall into him a cold and weird sensation running his face and arm, but after seeing how Kat and him were he start to laugh.

¨We have to cook more frequently , right? this is so funny¨