James was sitting in a Bar, a beer in one hand, and the other was used to type on his Lap Top. He had work early next morning, yet he couldn't go to bed, even if it was hitting on Midnight. The conversation between him and the other mutant Ghost was still fresh in his mind. His brow furrowed as he thought of the e-mail he was sending to a friend he'd met just before New Year's in California. That had been the last part of his travels before heading back here in New York, where he'd woken up a few years back from his coma. Peter. He'd been a lot of help with James' financial troubles. He'd actually been nice enough to give a stranger a check for 10,000 dollars.

James still hadn't gotten the chance to thank the rich man, and that was what he was taking the time to do now. He was far away from paying him back though, with his 12 dollars per hour at the Shop, he didn't make too much. "Will that be your last?" the bartender asked James, as he finished the last of his second drink. "Yeah, I really need to get some rest." he said, concentrating harder then usual to keep himself from accidentally absorbing too much senses from the partiers in the room. Having some booze in the system, and a lot of tiredness, it took a lot of effort.

He gave the man the money for his drink, and then put away his lap top back in its bag. "See ya." he muttered, and just when he was opening the door, he could hear voices. His hearing wasn't too enhanced, so he couldn't make out anything more. All he knew was that the voices came from the Alley behind the bar. James let go of his concentration on restraining his abilities, and felt the flow of energy that heated him up, giving him a big boost of eyesight, hearing, smell, touch and taste. He also heard the screams from inside as all the crazy, drunken partiers realized their senses were decreased by about 40%

James knew they'd probably forget about it in the morning, or end up thinking the alcohol was playing tricks on them. With that, he made his way towards the alley, letting his bag fall beside a dumpster, out of sight from anyone who would want to steal it. "Leave me alone!" a young girl that was no older then 14 or 15 said. "Ah crap." James muttered, racing at top speed towards the actual mugging. As he ran, he could still see everything clearly, as if he was still standing motionless, he could still hear the six men's drunken breathing, and the fast beating of the girl's heart. He could hardly remember the last time he had his senses this enhanced.

Sara hadn’t been doing much of anything today. Unless you counted thinking as something. She did a lot of thinking and sitting. Lunch had been served to her, at the Dragon Inn down the road, and she’d filled her thermos with hot water for tea while there. So now she was sitting at the top of a roof, with her legs crossed, quietly staring at the other roof tops. A steaming cup of hot tea, that smells a lot like cat nip, rested between her paw like hands.

There was a scream some where below her, and Sara immediately put her cup down on the ledge, so she could lean over and see what was going on. Though her senses felt like they were suddenly being muffled. She blinked and shook her head. “Odd.” It was like someone suddenly put fuzz over her eyes and in her ears. She could still see, but it was disorienting. Sara rubbed the ridge of her nose between her eyes just as the girl down below started to beg. Muffled senses or no muffled senses someone had to get down there.

Sara swung her legs over the side of the roof and let herself drop onto the fire escape, nearly silently. At least quiet enough she wouldn’t be heard by the perp over the girl. From there, Sara’s movements were like a squirrel’s down a tree. She moved from bar to bar with ease, till she was at the bottom just behind the mugger. Her right hand shot out and she grabbed the man by the back of the neck. The claw of her thumb went around to the front of his throat where the curved tip rested, ready to strike if he didn’t heed her warning. “If I were you, I would do exactly what she says and leave her alone.” Sara’s voice was quite calm as she spoke. “In fact I think you should turn around and let her kick you in the @$$”

James had haltered in the midsts of his tracks, just behind the wall that seperated him from the attackers. A new sound peaked his curiosity, someone had already gotten to the muggers first. James stretched his neck slightly, spotting the young girl's rescuer. He was tall, and was wearing what seemed like oversized clothes. And were those claws he saw holding the mugger's neck? Hames knew for sure that he was seeing exactly that, his eyesight couldn't fool him! Not now. So, two mutants in one day... what were the odds.

He quickly got back to reality, knowing a girl was still in trouble. The five other muggers were walking nearer and nearer, and the young girl was still not moving. 'Shit! I almost forgot, the senses I drained affected them too.' he thought, concentrating on taking more, but only from the six muggers. Touch, that was the only feeling he didn't allow them to lose. They needed to be able to feel pain, or else what good would it be to fight them? Sure, they wouldn't be so good with reflexes, nor at fighting back...

James wasn't someone who wanted to hurt humans, even if they wanted to hurt a young girl. "Watch out!" he yelled, wincing slightly as the words sent a stab of pain in his eardrums. A bit too loud, much? The muggers had all decided to raise their guns, apart from the leader. James walked closer, making himself visible now.. Though the muggers were already nearly blind.... Good thing was, they were far from having the guns pointed at the targets. One of them even had it pointed at the trash can nearby.

"Don't worry about your senses being a little off balance," he said, loud enough so the cat man and the young girl could hear, though he knew the chances of the other understanding the words were slim. "They'll come back in one too three hours." he added. (OOC: Healers can recover much quicker, though this varies. How long would it take for Sara to heal from an injury that would normally take 3 hours to fully heal?)

(I believe just a few moments.)

Sara shook her head slightly again as the rest of the men came into her peripheral vision. The way they were facing their guns in all the wrong directions. Sara forced the man she had, to turn around. Then with a swift side step, she pushed him between her and the rest of his friends and herself between him and the young teen. “It’s going to be alright. She said in the softest voice she had for the teen. Though it’s hard to know if the girl heard her.

"Don't worry about your senses being a little off balance,"

Sara heard the voice and her senses were returning, but at the same time, it was slow. “Who are you?” Sara called out as she backed herself up against the corner, with the young girl. She still was feeling a little disoriented from what ever was missing with her senses. One of the gunmen was about to get a lucky shot in their general direction, and Sara shoved the man she’d been holding, so that he bowled right into him.

James' metalic golden brown eyes actually glowed in the darkness, emitting a light not strong enough to act as a flash light, but enough so that his eyes could be seen from a distance away. He didn't approach the man and the teen, even after all the muggers seemed to be stumbling around, nearly blindingly. They weren't going to hurt anyone tonight, that was for sure. He watched as the cat-like person was backing up slowly. The tall cat's senses seemed to be coming back already, he could sense it. That was odd though, he was sure that only two minutes had passed since he'd abosrbef the senses from the Bar and the surroundings. Mutant or not, he'd never met anyone who could do that. Sure, he'd never met a Healer before... not that he knew the cat-man was one.

"Who are you?"

Aaah! That was way too loud for his sensitive ears. James backed away too, resting against the brick wall. He stared at the cat's face, and blondwe hair -- long blond hair -- seemed to be visible from under the hood. And her voice... this wasn't a 'he' It was a woman, a cat-like woman. James blinked once, knowing cats did have enhanced senses... could this have to do with her being able to get her senses back so quickly? Hames took a deep breath, realizing he still hadn't answered her question yet.

"My name is James Kyte," he said, loud enough so the woman could hear, yet not so loud as to hurt his eardrums again. "I don't mean any harm, lady. I heard her plea, and I just wanted to help." he said, figuring she probably knew by noqw that he too was a Mutant, and she had a pretty basic idea of his abilities. He hoped she wasn't an X-Men, if so... He may just have two recommendations to visit in one day. He still wasn't even sure if he should visit! He didn't know what exactly he'd find there at the Institute... What if he found out he was a killer? One of the X-Men's enemies? He sure didn't want that!

That was odd. The moment Sara spoke up and asked her question, the man at the end of the alley back up and covered his ears. Ok Sara knew that body language all too well. Though she didn’t think she spoke that loud. Sara made a mental note to keep her voice lower.

The man’s eyes were another story. She sort of wondered if they were like hers in that they reflected light or if they actually had their own glow.

"My name is James Kyte, I don't mean any harm, lady. I heard her plea, and I just wanted to help."

Right, the muggers… “Thanks.” Sara called out, sounding a bit awkward as she moved to finished off the thread. She was a blur of motion as she pushed off of the wall, leaving the girl there, and slammed her palm into the temple of the closest man. His head bounced off of the brick wall and he went down. The next was tripped as Sara spun, Smacking the net in the sternum so his breath hissed out. A broken arm, a dislocated shoulder, and a set of cracked ribs later, and Sara was guiding the teen out of the alley way.

The girl was still shaken and part of that might be because she now realized that there was this giant cat creature with claws and teeth, that was holding her shoulder to guide her. Help or no help. The moment the two girls were bathed in the light from the street, the younger girls steps quickened, and she scrambled head first into James. “You’re welcome” Sara called after her.

James smiled a little as this cat lady finished off the muggers. She seemed pretty experienced at fighting, and there was a rather graceful air to her. Although she moved to fast for the human eye to fully be able to notice all of her moves, James had no problem. This woman was really something, and he didn't mean it in a bad way... she was facinating. He had to blink once to fully get what was going on afterwards though... the little girl -- or rather teenager -- was being guided, still half-blinded, towards him by the cat-girl.

"It's no problem really," he told Sara. "I didn't do half the things you did." he said sheepishly as she came close enough so that he didn't really need his extra eyesight (which was already starting to decrease, to his relief) to see all of her cat features under the hood. "I'm the one who should be thanking you. I couldn't of done it all myself." he smiled again, holding out his hand to shake hers. A thought came to him though; maybe she didn't want to be touched? What would she think?

All the cats James had seen in his past hadn't been to friendly with him... though, they'd all been strays on the city streets... Was a cat-woman friendly? At that same instant though, the young girl came crashing in his chest, tears staining his jacket. "Uh..." he managed to say, blinking. He had no idea what to do now, there was a young girl crying on him, and half her senses were drained away. He patted her shoulder gently, still looking at Sara for some help.

"It's no problem really, I didn't do half the things you did."

“Sara shrugged keeping her expression neutral. This wasn’t really the most comfortable of situations for her. “Don’t do that.” Sara said lightly. “The hole thanking thing. They had Guns. They posed a threat.” She hated moments like these. The girl that had pulled away from her guidance, was a much more familiar reaction for Sara to deal with. There. Right there was what people were supposed to do.

He held out a hand to offer her a shake, and Sara would have taken it if the girl hadn’t of collided right with him. It gave her the opportunity to put her hands back in her pocket and start walking down the street. Hopefully taking the stress off of the stressed out girl.

"Uh..."

He was looking to her for help and Sara shrugged her shoulders. “Hey, She’s freaked by me. Don’t blame her after that situation.” Her head nodded back to the muggers that were just starting to try to move and try to get up. “Don’t blame her.”

James raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. "Okay, sorry?" he said, watching the armed men from the corner of his eye. The cat-woman was rather interesting, and he really hoped he'd get to see more of her someday. Maybe when she was less tensed? And when they weren't surrounded by muggers. As the group of shady men started moving again, James found it much easier to drain only their senses, and not the two women's here. As soon as the wave of heat entered his body, his own senses were enhanced a little bit too much for his own comfort. The good thing was, the others weren't much good right now.

James decided that Sara wasn't going to be much help to calm this young girl down. James nodded once, smiling slightly. He hoped smiling wasn't against her rules. "This may seem a little disorienting..." he drifted off, glancing at Sara a few feet in front of him, "...but don't worry about it, in a few hours you'll be back to normal. How are you feeling, did they hurt you at all?" he unwrapped her arms front around his waist and took a good look at her face, she seemed to have noticed his brilliant eyes, and now she was frightened of him too. Great...

"What are you guys?" she choked, her tone louder then it would of had been if her hearing had been entirely there. James closed his eyes for a few seconds, not exactly sure if this was the right things to say. "I'm a Mutant, but don't worry kid, I'll help you. Can I get you're name?" she seemed to shy away slightly at the thought of a mutant holding her on her feet. James glanced at Sara again, "Are you going to help too?" he asked, his voice calm, showing her that he wouldn't mind if she didn't want to. She could go off and do whatever cat-women did in the middle of the night, she didn't seem to much like the social one anyway.

Finally, the girl met James' gaze once more, swallowing she said: "I'm Chelsea Walker.

Sara staid out of arms length. She was close enough she could do something if she chose to help again, but far enough away that she was taking the pressure off of the teen. She kept looking between James, and the men in the alley way.

"Okay, sorry?"

Sara raised an eye brow again the next tie she glanced at James. Why exactly was he apologizing? He had nothing really to be sorry for. Sara didn’t intend to be apologized to and the fact that he kept being so courteous made her feel like she was brow beating him. Sara leaned back against a brick wall as she looked back at the men, listening as James asked the girl if she’d been hurt at all. If she had, Sara still had fun to have with the muggers, but the girl seemed to be more interested in asking questions than answering the ones if she was ok.

"Are you going to help too?"

“Only if I think you need it.” Sara replied. Her attention nodding back to the group of Neanderthal muggers. “Don’t worry. You’re Safe.” There Sara was helping.

James took a deep breath, noticing that his senses were already starting to weaken. Although it took him only a third of the time to lose the extra senses then it did for most of his victims to gain theirs back, he could tell this Chelsea girl was also very slowly gaining her own back. He quickly glanced over at Sara, and then the men that were making the biggest efforts of their lives to get out of the alley. The furthest they got before falling back to the floor, was about an inch.

"Yes, you are safe." he repeated, knowing she'd probably freak out again by the fact this cat woman was speaking directly to her. "Okay, I'll help you get out of here okay?" he asked, and without her being able to response, he lifted her off the ground in a crattle. "You can join us if you want..."he drifted off, realizing he still hadn't caught the kitty's name. It wasn't a big deal if she didn't feel like coming along to wherever James was taking Chelsea, but he'd like to find out more about this mysterious girl.

"My purse is still on the ground!" Chelsea whispered urgently, holding on the James a little too tightly for his liking. Sure, it wasn't that strong of a grip, but with enhanced sense of touch, it was slightly more sensitive then it would usually be for other humans.

Sara leaned back while watching the muggers. A light chuckle came from her mouth as she watched the muggers scramble and start to get away. They’d have to lick their wounds for a while before they’d be able to even lift a finger against another young woman, without thinking of Sara. Broken arms and ribs don’t exactly heal over night. Well… not for most people.

“My names Sara.” She offered realizing she had requested the man’s name without giving her own. “I’ll get the purse and catch up.”

Sara jogged back to where the girl had been attacked. The men were still running into each other but they had made some progress down the other side. Sara could call the police, but the fact that the men were the ones headed off limping, there wouldn’t be enough evidence to hold them. Plus the girl didn’t exactly have the best of eye sight… Apparently…

The feline scooped up the purse, and an empty coke can. The can was chucked at the last man’s head, and the purse was carried back to it’s owner.

James nodded "Well it's nice to meet you Sara." he said, and then nodded once again as she told him she'd go get the purse. James led Chelsea out of the alley, and when Sara joined them again, she had a purse in her hand. "Th-thanks." the young girl said, though she didn't really sound that greatful. She snatched her purse, tucking it under her arm. James sighed, looking sideways at Sara. Poor lady, she must have a hard life, being stared at all the time... having all those people hating you just because you look a little different.

Well, mutants were just as human as they were. It wasn't their fault if they had the X-gene. "Do you live nearby, kid?" he asked, stopping beside a park bench, and letting the young girl sit for a few seconds. She was still, after all, very uncoordinated. Again, Chelsea did not pay attention at his question, but simply decided to ask her own. "Aren't mutants supposed to be bad?" she asked, eyeing the pair suspiciously. James' lips tightened in a thin line, he'd never heard that one before. He glanced at Sara again, not sure what to say. "I mean, I saw some of you on the news, and you do bad things! No wonder humans hate--" but she drifted off, seeing James' face darken.

They weren't evil. Not all of them. "Not all Mutants are evil," he said, trying to be as composed as possible. A small hint of anger lingered in his voice, but he knew she wouldn't be able to pick it up, her senses weren't exactly so keen yet. "Just, tell me where you live, so we can get you home okay?" he added, his bright eyes fading to the normal chocolate brown again as his senses decreased furthermore. His night couldn't get much worse, now could it? His spirits were pretty down right now, with this human girl calling his kind evil... That was some words he really didn't like.

Sara handed off her purse and just as Sara expected, the girl hadn’t taken it too nicely. The thank you meant nothing as the purse was snatched out f Sara’s hand. “You’re welcome, kid.”

Sara had followed, half way out of curiosity, half way because this James was still too new to her to fully be on her list of trusted people. Nothing personal, just Sara had trust issues and she wasn’t handing a girl off, that she had just saved, to a possible murderer. Even if the girl had an obvious opinion about the way mutants should act.

“History does repeat it’s self doesn’t it.” She said simply giving James a nudge with her elbow as she sat on the bench. “You ask a question I consider rhetorical, Chelsea.” Sara leaned back against the bench and her tail draped over the side. “You see news stories where dogs bite people but are all dogs bad? You see human’s killing human’s the same way. People have a reason for their actions. Here’s what I find funny. You were attacked by humans, you were saved by mutants, and you tell us we are bad. Ok fine. We’re evil. Think what ever you want but at least let yourself see the facts that are around you.”

James felt Sara's nudge, but didn't quite know what to make of it. He shut himself up however, listening closely to her answer to Chelsea's question about evil mutants. To be honest, the kitty cat was very smart, and it really seemed as if she knew her stuff. Him, he only had three years of memories to piece things together, and quite frankly, those three years barely taught him anything. "Well, I gues..." she seemed slightly hesitant in agreeing with a Mutant cat person. James frowned at her, Sara was right, weather Chelsea liked it or not.

"You know," he added, "would you think you're mother was evil if she turned out to be a Mutant? How about your bestfriend, or your boyfriend? Anyone could be a Mutant Chelsea, some people, you may really be shocked to find out." he hoped this was going to make her think over the evilness a little bit more, but he doubted it. She seemed like a very hard headed girl. "Just bring me home, I'm tired." she really did sound tired, and James put a hand on her shoulder, helping her keep her balance as she got up.

"Answer me this time, where do you live?" he asked, cursing himself for the lack of patience he had right now. "Sorry about the Mutant thing man! No need to get angry." she said, in a higher tone then he'd wished. He could see lights from Apartements nearby going on, people staring out the window to see what was going on. A cat and a rather strong looking man at night, holding a girl? That could really be a bad picture.