A cornflower blue sky was cast above Maximillian's head. A wonderful day, Maximillian Merel believed. He enjoyed the chilly weather more than that of the warm summers. A nice amount of breeze were consistant in being random at their appearance. That was something Max could depend upon. He sat on a bench, outside the mansion, but not far from the building. The seat was in the middle of a space blocked off from the rest of the grounds by three walls of ivy-covered lattace. The open edge pointed towards the mansion, so he spied upon the people from the distance. He could still make out the peoples' faces as they entered and left the building, so unless he had hawklike eyes, it could be said that he was not a far distance from the mansion at all. One thing he enjoyed about the outdoors in the current season were the smell of nature that seemed so much more noticable. The bench was actually one of those decorative swings that many middle-aged families had placed on their porches. He rocked lightly back and forth on it. So much had occured lately. After all the destruction and chaos, the feeling of being back at home in the mansion was mixed. He felt at home, like a soldier in a war might feel when coming home for the first time in months in a long time. He felt more natural there. He didn't feel like as much of an outcast, and even the cold weather there seemed to warm something, if not his spirit. On the other hand, the horror of the attack was still fresh in his mind. Call his selfish and self-centered for not being able to let that go when he was even able to escape the capture of being put into one of those death camps, but it was hard to feel safe still. How the others did it, he would never know. He stuck his hands that poked through the sleeves of his Nightwish hoodie into the pockets. It was a bit nippy outside.

A sudden rush came over him. They came occasionally, and he could only hope that they were not a medical condition of some sort. Nevertheless, he had the sudden urge to be outgoing. It was dying, perhaps with his anxiety fighting it off. He couldn't have that happen. Those urges were precious. He could not afford to lost them in the least bit. He launched himself from the swing with a springing action, and turned the corner, practically at a run. He was able to envision himself running after those abilities to ignore what other people thought. Or, at least he would have been able to envision that, if something hard hadn't stopped his running. He fell to the ground, and sat there for a moment, wondering how he had managed to run into a wall. Then, however, he realized that from his current position, he was staring at feet. There was clearly a person that he'd ran into— not a wall. His eyes shot open widely. Automatically, the event sent him into a frenzy of slurred apologies, angsty mumblings, and nervous laughter as he recovered himself from the ground, but seemed to forget his sanity. "I'm Maximillian." He said, sticking his hand out. This was completely unlike him. He'd normally have just shrank down as small as possible, and walked away. He noticed what might have caused it. He thought his recognized his common sense on the ground. It might have been on the ground, hiding behind his sanity. Alas! What a pity!

Fausto was walking in the garden like he always do when the weather become a little cold and all the people is inside the mansion making noise and annoying him . Even if you dont like to stay alone , you need a time alone to think .the garden was always a quiet place for him to think ... above a three or just sitting in the grass . the grass ... he always liked the grass after a rain , he likes the thoughts that the smell of wet grass bring to his mind... the sun appearing behind the clouds , the rainbow ... his eyes focused again in the field ... his mind was drowned in thoughts... that is usual for him but not for others ... after seeing nothing happen he continue walking looking the grass and thinking about all the rainy days he lived ... thinking in all the times he did paper boats with his dad ... in all the happy days with them ...

dad and mom ...i really miss you two . i hope someday the heavens make justice for you ... or i would have to make mine own justice , and that would be very creepy, believe me ... you dont want to see that ...

suddenly a a person bumped into him ... the boy and him lost the balance and fall to the ground , the boy start to apologize a lot before give him his name . he seemed the same age than Fausto . Fausto stand up while the boy was introducing himself.

"I'm Maximillian."

¨hello man ! are you alright ? look at me ... i will tell you one and only one time ... and i hope that keep writing in your mind ¨

He grins at him with a soft smile

¨ i am Fausto Martense the amazing and almighty Iron Mouth , i will be the ruler of the world some day ... so dont disturb my thoughts again or i will eat you ... just kidding ,dont worry...but dont forget my name ever... ¨

Most unusual, Maximillian took the stranger. Not uncomfortably so, but he was most definitely an interesting character. By what luck he was able to meet such interesting characters. Good luck or bad, that was forever unspecified. He had previously believe that the person he'd ran into was much larger. Or at least much...bigger. He gave himself a sheepish grin to himself, but only mentally. He wasn't about to let it escape into the physical world. He nodded shortly when asked whether or not he was okay. Nothing was broken. He was actually in good standards. His shirt wasn't dirty, neither were his pants.

After telling the other teen that he was okay with the nod, Max was only able to pretend he was not surprised by the command to look up at Fausto. It was true, that he was staring out at the ground, perhaps five feet past the other. Maximillian was not one to make eye contact. He felt it much easier to not think people were talking to him when he didn't catch the look of pure mockery in their eyes. He also tended to listen to music whenever possible. It helped him by reducing his chances of accidentally syncing into someone else's conversation. His ears always betrayed him, and heard things similar or relating to him. Then he'd have a mental fit about why others were talking about him, and what he could possibly do to change that. However, when he looked up, "The Amazing Iron Mouth" was not having eyes of mockery at all. In fact, Maximillian's reaction to his introduction was a lot calmer than one might have guessed from his behaviour a couple minutes ago. He let out a small chuckle. Not one of hate, mockery, or meanness, but out of entertainment. He saw nothing wrong with playing along with the other's speech.

"Please excuse my interruption, Lord Martense. I was just on my way out, to find someone new to chat with. What luck! The Fates have sent a soul with such dignity to me. I'm honoured." Maximillian finished the speech of his, with a curt bow.

i cant believe that introduction work ... i am doing that since two years ago and nobody recognize my royal blood ... really is destiny that put that boy in my way , perhaps i was really destine to find him and train him like a general for my future global liberation army or perhaps is only luck , i am the child of Fortune ...by the way Kat cant work as a general , she want to keep the world in peace without making any blood flow ... thats impossible , all the great mans of history fought in bloody massacres ... i need a really general to command the greatest army in history . he recognize my authority , perhaps he would be a great general ...

¨¨Nice to meet you Sir Maximillian of the ...¨ he doubt a seconds before give him a name ...he looked everywhere trying to find a object or a thing to attach to his name , like the kings did with his Knights ... a creeapy cold breeze shake his marrow ... he shake a little and continue ¨ Sir Maximillian of the Chilly Winds . i am almost new here ... almost ... i am here since a month or two , my mind isnt good with dates... i didnt saw you before... did you just arrive to the mansion ? i assume if you are here you are a evolution, right ? what do you thing of humans ? ...they are too self centered , selfish , proud of all his stupids wars for money and over all that things ... they think we are mutants , mistakes of the nature ...we are the evolution , there is no doubt about that . ¨

Max let out a laugh, just as subtle as the one before, that he had released. This conversation was comparable to that of a horribly foreign film on life in England. "Sir Maximillian of the Chilly Winds?" He said, with a grin. He enjoyed this person's company, and it almost helped him forget his neurosis completely. It was a feeling that might not have lasted, as he was sure it wouldn't, but he was basking in it with intensity as of now. He leaned against the lattace that enclosed the bench-area. It held, thankfully. The ivy, under his weight, might have been wishing to not have curled against that lattace, for now, it was probably bleeding its plant-blood.

"I am both of old and new. Memories I had, of my past presence here. Whereas, I have just returned." Maximillian planned his words out carefully, making his speech sound quite like an enigmatic fortune cookie. "I was here before the attack. The imprisonment of mutants inside the camps." He explained. "I luckily got away." His voice there was of double-edged monotony. It begged to be excited for his luck, but the fact that the events had occured at all had stalemated said excitement, so the voice ame out as such. Monotone. "My view on humans is a conflicted one. To group them together as a horrible people, all evil, like the demons of Hell would be hypocritical. They treat us like dirty, coniving, animals, and for us to do the same would be unjust." He explained his views. "I do agree with you that they are unrightfully punishing us for the active X-gene that we didn't even ask for, though. I would, however, never give up my mutation for the world. Its my only companion. However, I have met some new people. Whether I meet them again is up to chance. I think that our problems will not be solved with patience and hope, but genocide is not the answer." He finished, with a strong, steady final statement.

¨you sure are a funny man ... you dont have to use that monotone way of speak , came on guy . you are alive !! what more can you ask for ? money ? lots of girls ? well money is useless perhaps girls are a good deal ... any ways ,why do you leave the mansion ? i am getting in and out often ... i drifted two years before reach the mansion . so i am prone to walk a lot and play outside , i like to walk to central park and stay all the night there , that is the way i dodge the camps . i walked two years between cities . i am just lucky but i cant think they could erased my super strenght , i am almighty .¨

he seem the kind of guy that dont chat often ... perhaps is a lonely wolf walking a comlpicated path ... lonely ... how i hate lonely , is in the same position on my hate table than Wait ...i hate to Wait for something ... i want all now , but how soon is now ? the time go slow when you have to wait but when she reach the place ,the time start to flow faster and the date ended quickly ... and you have to wait again ... perhaps a hours , a day , a entire week ... if i could change the time flow at will ...

¨and Max , dont chat with me about justice or injustices cuz we would end in a endless chat about the moral conflict ,the correct punishment and the useless system of laws we have ... if you are lucky perhaps i will not end talking of all my philosophy about that subject ...so dont say justice in my presence or you will trigger all that things , and when i start to speak nobody can stop me . i am simply and ocmplicated in the same way ... i am always doing three things. eat , chat and think . if i am not eating i am thinking or chating , or eating and thinking at the same time .... i dont think when i am talking cuz i just say what i think ... oh wait thats is a way of think ... well we call say that i am always thinking ... i am a person that use his brain a lot . dont ask me about maths cause i am awful with that , i am not a very logical man ... i dont have the same logic as the others but i am always thinking .¨

"Funny? I was never good when it came to comedy, actually." Maximillian had stated, even though he knew that was not what Fausto had meant at all. "I wasn't asking for more. To be somber should not be frowned upon. You may take it as a penance for what has happened, from those too cowardly to show it themselves." He said, with a nod. He normally did not talk in this manner at all, but it was clearly entertaining, for if it were not, he'd have halted those ways much earlier. "I left the mansion to escape persecution. When it was attacked, I had fled, in a frightened flurry, only to join the flock of forsaken freaks, frightened with their fortune." Max said, trying his hardest to use "f" words often in that sentence. Alliteration was entertaining to practice. "I dwelled in the streets before having a run-in with a couple other mutants, some police-like guys, before returning home. Then, I was shipped back here. How can you afford to live like that, wandering in such a enviable way?" Max thought of traveling like many Muslims might have thought of a Hajj. He'd always wanted to travel, but that usually brought conflicts of food sources, that were attainable, yet not morally bothersome. "Almighty indeed." Maximillian said with a nod.

"If you ask me, I think to talk about philosophical and political policies is essential for the sanity of humankind. While you may be like many people and say that the whole world is insane, I would counter by saying g that if the whole world were considered insane, that would cause a paradox in which that insanity would be considered sane, for we'd know no better, no?" He asked, hoping that did sound as horribly confusing as it was to say. "I am thinking as well, but its usually about trivial things." He admitted, trying to cover any sense of sheepishness. Fausto's presence made Maximillian feel more headstrong, and more natural. More human, if you will. "So if you leave often, where do you go? Why do you not live here at the mansion?" Maximillian asked eager for answers. After all, these are the questions that haunted him. Fausto was his key into another world.

[OOC : sorry i read your answer once and i understand you said the thing about Mulsim and Hajj ... after 30 nminutes working in a thread base in that i figure you dont said that and was only a thought ... so i will play with cassualitie and after your thought about Mulsim and Hajj i will talk about that XD sorry ...if you dont want to use that cassuality please tell me and i will change the post ... or make the part of mulsim and hajj inside your speak xD]

¨ well lots of culture used fasting or a partial fasting eating really a few amount of food to make a travel or meditate , do you know Hajj ? is one of the five pillars or central duties of Islam . is the annual pilgrimage to Mecca, which takes place in the twelfth month of the Muslim lunar year. The fifth pillar of Islam; every able Muslim must perform it once in a lifetime if possible. A person who has made the pilgrimage is called a hajji.During the Hajj season, many Muslims go to Mecca, the holiest city of Islam, which is in Saudi Arabia. But they dont need to go if they dont have to money to do the trip ... there isnt like here that all is money money money ...¨

Fausto talk like a mad man , perhaps Max was enjoying the chat or perhaps he didnt know how to run aways without being rude , nobody last to much talking with him . when something trigger a memorie or a knowledge or something ... he start to spare al the details of what he know.

¨they are amazing even his God Allāh is amazing , he have 100 different ways to name him , i like l-Muntaqim that mean The Avenger . i want to be an avenger at least once ...¨

He continue talking about Muslim ... the holy warriors ... in some way they are making his own justice , and that was a thing Fausto liked ... he dont liked the method ... cause lot of innocents people gone hurt or died ... but they sense of justice and duty to his god is also admirable for him .

¨most of them born in totally misery but holding a AK 47 , most of them only know how to fight .all the days is a grenade or a car or something exploding ... when your arms are strong enought to carry a weapon, you must start to fight or die . 15 years old boys like us know how to mount and dissmouint a assault riffle , the way to use grenades and make bombs. they are trainning sice they are young , and all his life they learn the teachs of the Qur’an , his religion give them the faith to live every day fighting ...most of them are fighters of freedoms , contras ... we saw them just like terrorists...the y give they life to blow away his enemies and they are proud to died for their God in the Jyhad , the Holy War... perhaps we have to learn a couple of things from they , we are losing the faith and the world is always running to decadence ... perhaps a strong faith ... i am not saying terrorist is alright ... but they have a strong sense of faith and justice. ¨

He lightly grins to him , his smile was radiant . he really was enjoying the conversation.

¨ohh i almost forget to answer you ... you ask me how can i afford to live wandering in such a enviable way? well is just simple . i like freedom , i like to talk with different persons always , learn his point of view and learn about new cultures ... and my mutation allow me to eat all i want . so the food isnt a problem , the only problem is the old breeze in winter ... the streets are very cold at night , but is a really funny way to live . almost for me , i like it .¨

(Its fine. Sorry this reply will be overly sub-par. I'm feeling ill, but replying is too important to stop.)

Max listened for what seemed to be forever, about Iron Mouth's knowledge of the Muslims. It sounded as if Wikipedia had exploded out of his mouth, and landed at Maximillian, whom was still surprised by the strange coincidence of Iron Mouth having brought up Muslims anyways. "You seem quite up-to-date in some of your information, though I am not sure I agree with your statement on the conditions there..." Max said. The idea of most of the population being terrorists seemed surrealistic. He always thought that that was just an extremist portion of the group. Just as there were extremist Christians, Buddhists, and practically any other religion.

"Ah. I see. Perhaps, since the cold is your only problem, you could team up with a fire-elemental mutant, and they could travel with you, evening out the team. No— that would not work as then food for them would be a problem indeed." Max said, realizing his "You seem rather intelligent, if not abrasive and having your mind set. How are you able to keep up on your studies, while traveling? That seems a bit too much of work to have to make-up..." Oh the endless questions.

¨I am not sure I agree with your statement on the conditions there..." well he is right ... what in the world i was thinking ... is i said all the muslims are terrorist i am making a absolute affirmation ... but if i want to do an predication saying something is the same in all the people ... in other way something is absolute , i need to make a census to ask if all the muslims are terrorist ... obiously the census return will say that no all the muslims arent terrorist ... there also are poor mans that starving to death , also are mans with big palaces and lots of money . but the only thing that big countries want to show of Irak or another place like that is the terrorism . making a resume of all these things ...

¨not all the muslims are terrorist but that is what the medias want to show us ¨

"You seem rather intelligent, if not abrasive and having your mind set ¨

¨well what can i say ? i born that way ... someones are the horse that carry the king others born to be the king , and others deny the fact of being the horse and start to fight for the crown of the king ... sometimes the horse win and the king become the horse of the horse ... what i am trying to say if i am just myself ... my curiosity give me a lot of ramdon knowledge , my dad help me to feed that hunger for knowledge . thats the way i learned most part of the thing i know ... well in the other hand i dont like the school very much i have much appreciation for my freedom , i go to school if i am really bored and without any other interesting thing to do ... is a good place to learn a couple of things and meet new friends but for the rest is really bored ... so if i am here in the mansion and really bored i assist to a few classes i like philosophy class ... but i hate the unique and bored logic of maths ... ¨

Maximillian Merel considered what the other mutant had said. "I do agree. The media does control our thoughts. Not through subliminal messages and the sort, from what I know, but from what they choose to report on, and what they do not choose to report on." He gave a little laugh at the idea of subliminal messaging. "So, what are you still here for? I mean, you say you have your mind set of traveling and doing things on a broad scale, yes? Then why are you here at the mansion, and not elsewhere. Washington D.C., Chicago, Hollywood..." Maximillian let his sentence trail off.

A wind sent a shiver up the mutant's spine, and he rubbed his arms in order to warm them up. "I'm a bit cold...I think I might leave to go back inside. I was just out here remembering how life was before all of the mutants were being put into camps and such. This mansion used to feel like a home, a safe haven. But it was attacked, and now I doubt it's ability to stand up against those we have fought against. I cannot help but to feel jaded, as if this is all just some game online or something, and that nothing is forever. That we just lost the game, not that we lost a battle or war. And that those who died were fake. Then the reality outweighs the numbness, and its startling." Max recapped what he had been thinking when he'd come out here in the first place, and turned to the other. "Well, nevertheless, you can follow me or not, but I really am craving some food and hot chocolate!" Max set off from Fausto, and headed indoors, hoping not to be rude, leaving so abruptly. He was, however, quite cold and was shivering a bit. He was sure the thoughtful Iron Mouth would understand, and pushed open the doors into the Mansion.

(Sorry its not so great. The Muses are smiting me, eh'?)