((ooc: Tell me if I have to mod any of this, Meld!))

“Heh,” Calley grinned, looking up from his thorough poking of Meld’s not-so-leggy legs. Three toes of steely awesome. “Go ahead and stop drinking, Bear. You can be my designated cat carrier.” And with that, there was more drinking. Because if Bear had just volunteered to still be standing at the end of the night, then it meant Calley didn’t have to be.

>> "Sanctuary? I thought you spent half of last night talking about how the Sanctuary was just a front for The Order or something like that and how all they do is kill... Why would you want to go there?"

“You, Sir,” Calley said to Bear, while he crouched down to stare more properly at Meld’s feet, “are assuming I remember half of what I said last night. This, Sir,” these things were shiny; so shiny. Why weren’t his feet shiny? “Is a fatal error.”

>> "They are real, I assure you. Took me almost a month to design."

“Sweet,” the nineteen year old complimented, dropping down to hands and knees as he did a half-circle inspection of said feet, at a crawl. This behavior didn’t seem to strike him as odd.

>> "Its important to know your limits and you have both gone way past yours."

“Heh,” Calley fell lazily onto his side on the floor, one arm stretched out in the direction of those awesome legs of shiny one-month construction time. “I know my limits. Why do you think I drank this much? Got to...” His hand gave a slight twitch. “Get past them.”

His Glass-Haired Pepper-Handed Maxtain Capwell was talking. Something about... about something. But those legs were so shiny...

And then there was a pile of clothes on the floor where there had been a teenager. A moment later, a ginger-stripped paw batted out of a shirt sleeve, in the general direction of Meld’s feet. A second after that, a tabby stripped tomcat’s head tried to wiggle through the same opening. This... failed. But with sufficient wiggling, the cat-shirt-cocoon managed to wiggle its way closer. If Meld didn’t move, a drunken purring mass of fur and cotton would soon be rubbing its cheek affectionately against her left leg. Sooooo shiny.

Calley wasn’t very difficult at all, really.

Kasumi has turd about the 'Mutant Friendly' Bar well tonight was the night that she was going out. She never goes out. She takes in a deep breath she picked out a black dress with cap sleeves that shows off her shoulders. It is tight around her tummy let flairs out around her hips to her the middle of her thighs and knees. She slips on pair of high heals also that are black. She has on black eye linger with black mascara that brings out her long eye lashes. She has on gray eye shadow also. She has on dark red lipstick that brings out her lips. Her hair is pulled up away form her face.

Like the rest Kasumi wates to get in it is not to cold this night. She has a small bag to carry her money and things that she needs soon she is in the bar. Her eyes looks around as she walks. She soon finds a spot on a bar stool. Kasmui looks to the bar tender. She runs her tongue down her lips "Long Island Ice tea." She does not seem to know anyone. Soon she crosses her legs as she wates. For her drink it soone comes to her as pays for it taking a small sip finding out that it is very strong. Kasumi couths some yet she will get use to it.

Soon Kasumis teal green eyes looks over the people that is here. She is not sure were to start. Soon she takes a longer drink of what she has as she thinks. She is not the kind to go out alone but she needs to make fiends. . This is the way to do this well is it? Soon she lets out a sigh as she wounders if she did the right thing. Maybe she should go home after she is done with her drink.

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Bear sits back on his stool, patiently watching all of the commotion in the bar, he shakes his head, laughing at the two young men in their drunken glory. Calley, in cat form trying to wiggle out of his clothes, the Pepper Hair Pirate having problems saying even the least diffic.... Difficu... Difficult of words.... Damnit, and all of everything else in between. Bear slowly turns back to the bartender and shakes his head, catching sight of a pretty young woman sitting on the other side of the bar where he and Meld were formerly sitting. After a few thoughts of going and trying to bring her over to the party of two drunkards and two 'parents' he shook his head no, calling it a bad idea.

"You guys are great... And Mr Pirate, I'll remember that Starlight Hotel of yours... I think I know the address... If I dont I can probably find it..." Bear laughs lightly to himself again, not really knowing how to handle the current situation at hand. "And as for you... I dont know where you get off expecting me to carry you home again... But then again... Carrying a cat versus carrying a boy... 100 lb difference at the very least... Hey thanks for turning into your cat form..." Bear smiles, kneeling down and moving his hand to help the cat out of his clothes, after doing so, he quickly picked said clothing up and rolled it into a ball before setting it on the bar, hoping not to forget the clothes when it was time to leave.

"I cant believe I just picked up your clothes... God, I am such a freaking Dad right now... Not cool..." Bear sighs lightly, looking back over at the girl, looking especially lonely... "Hey Meld, you dont like people sitting alone in bars do you?" Bear looked to his long time friend, hoping to get an answer suited to him going over and retrieving the girl. "I mean... Especially visible mutants... Then again, handling these two is already gonna be difficult as is... Let's just hope this one.." Bear helps Max to sit up straight as he starts to fall out of his stool. "Doesnt hit me in the head with that crystal club of his..."

((Maxi, if I need to edit, let me know...))

Meld sighs heavily at the crystal-handed mutant's insistence on making things difficult and rolls her eyes at Nick in exasperation. She tries a different technique. "I'm sure you can continue drinking all you like in your hotel room. We can make it a party, get some good food, some good drink. Now doesn't that sound more fun than staying here?" Not that she had any intention of letting either of the two boys have anything else to drink this night, but maybe it would be easier to convince them to leave peacefully if they thought there was a good reason to leave and that was the best reason she could come up with at that exact moment.

Meld watched with an oddly amused expression as the other boy proceeded to admire her feet and then shifted into a cat and, with a very obvious amount of difficulty, attempted to wriggle out of its clothes and come and rub against her feet. This was certainly a new experience for her, though Nick had said he was a cat-tiger-thing, so she supposed it made sense that he could turn into a cat. And it would certainly make it easier to ensure it got home safely and without a fight. Unless he decided to change back into a human...or something bigger...like, say, a tiger...Hmm...Maybe he might need some convincing to leave peacefully after all. She didnt' really feel like fighting a tiger tonight, even if it was a drunk tiger.

Meld looks towards the woman that Nick points out, sitting all alone where in one of the stools the two of them had previously occupied, noticing, even in the dim light, the spots on the woman. Well, she was obviously one of the mutant occupants in the place and obviously all alone. Perhaps her visible mutation made it difficult for her to actually befriend people? Meld could understand that. She sighed again, looking down at the drunken cat still rubbing her leg and purring. If nothing else, she might be able to help them get the two boys home all in one piece. Unless she was as bad as they were...God, she hoped not. "Excuse me, she called out, waving her hand and taking a few steps closer, to try and get the spotted woman's attention. She tried to gently shake the cat off of her foot. "I couldn't help but notice you drinking there, all alone. How would you like to join us?" She smiled, her best welcoming smile.

Maxwell smiled as Calley began to rambled about silver toes or something. He didn't really pay attention, because his right hand was tapping away slowly on the bar, sliding up and down the wood. Max hummed under his breath, a song that he couldn't quite remember the name of. His left hand moved slowly, pressing down three fingers now and again. The piano piece would have been wonderful peice to play. But he didn't have a piano. His attention swapped from the piano he longed for, when his parrot disappeared. His eyes dropped downward and he saw a cat trying to escape a sleeve. His head tilted to the side as he tried to work out what happened.

"Did... Did... One of you just turn my parrot into a kitty?" He watched, half interested. God he was a light weight. "Bartend!" He called out, waving his crystal club of his arm. "This Grizzly... Er... Bear! This Bear has just turned my parrot into a Cat!" He stood up, before his foot slipped and he fell backwards. Fortunately, Bear caught him before he hit the ground. Max was set on his chair right and slumped forward instead, his head against his gloved hand.

"Its not fair..." He half mumbled. "Its never fair. First, I have to spend ten years of my life cooped up in a big... echo-y house. Home tutored... Bleh! My only friend was my mother!" He rose his head at this, looking behind him at anyone who would take notice. "Then... Then... Then I ordered another drink..." He waved his hand, asking for three more shots lined up.

"And then... And then... To make thing bloody worse, I get left alone with my dad. Now... Now, he's a jerk. He didn't give a flinged monkey poop. I use to get beat up, come home with a black eye and he wouldn't notice. The one time he did...! The one time he did he tried to convince me to get this looked out." He swung his arm, dangerously, pointing at it his arm with his right hand. He didn't know if anyone was listening to him. But it felt good to talk. "He tried to inject me with something! Tried to knock me out! I would have ended up... ended up a caged animal. And now, when I'm just trying to have a little bit of fun, I get told to go back to where I stay, to that crappy little hotel room." Maxwell had said he was going to be difficult. He just didn't release how much so.

Kasumi looks around with her eyes soon she is being talked to. She smiles to them softly as she nods. She stnds up as she walks closer. She puts her hands on her knees as she bows her head "I am Kasumi." She smiles as she stands up. Soon she looks at the cat that is rubbing on Meld's foot then Maxwell about his life. The Bear that is helping him.

Soon Kasumi smiles bigger as she sits on a stool closer right by Bear as she crosses her legs again taking a sip of her drink. She pulls some of her behind her ear she smiles still "I am new here I do not go out alot... I feel so new here." She shakes her head as she lets out a small laugh. She is feeling a bit better as she keeps looking at the others that she is around. She can not help to feel better about making new fiends. She is feeling what she is drinking she is already a little bit buzzed. There is a light blush on Kasumis cheeks already.

The smile does not fade form her cheeks. She is a bit more relaxed right now. She can not help but to smile form what is going on around her. Soon her teal green eyes looks at the people that is around her. She feels a bit free but that is how you feel when you are with your own kind.

It was safe to say that, given his happy place on the floor, his purringly shut eyes, and the fact he’d only met her once, Calley didn’t really notice Kasumi. He vaguely registered Bear walking a bit further away from them. After giving implied consent to future drunken cat carrying, and neatly picking up Calley’s clothes for him. And removing him from his shirt-cocoon. Which was helpful, what with giving the kitty back the use of his legs.

Which was nice, when the shiny legs of shine turned on him. They... they shook him off. A ginger and cream tom cat was left stranded on the floor of the bar, its green eyes wide and its purring silenced. Why, metal chicken feet, why? What had he ever done, but love you?

Fortunately, this left him attentive for Maxcapwelltain’s words. Aww. “Merrrrrrooow,” the tomcat mournfully meowed. “Merrrroooooow, merrrrroooow.” This was his own tale, of nearly flunking the eighth grade, of spending half of most days hiding from his family as he tried to change back to human, of working with his sister to get up the courage to tell his dad about the whole x-gene-minor-problem-thing, and being handed a smiling disownage with no-hard-feelings-you’re-just-bad-for-business. “Merrow, Mrack.” He finished, with a sad crack to his voice.

This might have been a more moving speech if he’d realized he wasn’t using his human vocal chords.

In a show of supreme camaraderie, the ginger and cream tom crouched low on the floor; a moment later, it was arching with drunken grace towards Maxwell’s lap. Or, at least, where he thought Maxwell’s lap was. He’d once made a leap as a drunken tiger, and ended up hitting a wall instead of a werewolf.

His Captain clearly needed the support of his cat-like parrot right now, though.

Bear sat in his bar stool watching all of the commotion around him, shortly after mentioning inviting the spotted girl over, Meld was up in her usual ways calling her over without a moments hesitation. The girl arriving in the middle of the speech from Max and the complacent merrowing of the drunken Cat-Boy-Tiger-Parrot. Bear couldnt help but crack a smile as things continued to get interesting, neither of the two boys easily controllable and one of them falling into a slight fit of depression due to his truth-serum like alcohol. "It's too bad that happened Captain Max..." Captain Max seemed like a good thing to call this guy after the introduction he drunkenly gave when they met.

When the spotted girl walked over and sat down next to him, Bear smiled politely, turning away from Max and reaching his hand over. "Hi there, name is Bear... Dont feel too bad about being 'new' here, I actually just got to New York a couple days ago... Just relax, it's a bar, and a mutant friendly bar at that. So you should be ok, plus, if anything bad happens, which I doubt it will." Oh that's a curse right there, doubting something bad will happen usually means something bad is going to happen. Hopefully though, on this night, nothing bad WILL happen. Hopefully... "If something happens, you got 4 other people here to help out with the situation... Despite 2 of them being drunk..." Bear glanced over at the two drunken young men, catching sight of the Cat-Boy-Tiger-Parrot resting back on it's haunches and getting ready to launch itself up to the lap of Captain Max.

Bear laughs lightly, waiting to see what happens and find out if this was going to turn into a failed attempt at the jump. He gently reaches out and taps Meld on the shoulder, "What's your money on? Does he make the jump or miss? I say he misses... Five Dollars..." Bear grins lightly, glancing back over at Calley, still not understanding what he's saying with his constant merrowing. Must be trying to tell some sort of a story...

Meld extended her hand to shake Kasumi's. "Good to meet you, I'm Meld. You looked lonely over there, all by yourself." She smiled, trying to appear friendly, not wanting to intimidate the woman. "Love the spots."

She looked bemusedly at the now very vocal cat and its attempt to jump into the crystal armed boy's lap. "I'll take you up on that bet, Bear," she agreed with a laugh. "I don't think he's going to make the jump though. Five dollars says he not only fails to make the jump, but fails to make the jump in a spectacular manner that involves something breaking."

Meld frowned at the drunken crystal-armed boy. Did he have no dignity? Sure his story was sad, sure his life may have been hard, but that didn't mean he should just sink into self pity and drunkenness. Meld attempted to grab his drink with her metal hand and remove it from his grasp. "Don't just complain about how terrible your life is," she began, her voice holding a hint of anger, "do something about it! Don't just sit here and get drunk and play the pity card. Get the hell up, dust off your hands and take action. We've all had a hard time of things. Sometimes we're victims, sometimes people get hurt or even die." With each word her voice got louder and her voice more impassioned. "But its up to us how we deal with them. So what if your life up until now has been crap! You can't do anything about that now, except make your life now better. Don't just sit here and mope. Grow a spine, man. You're pathetic!"

Meld suddenly went silent, not entirely sure where that rant had come from. She looked around, sure that everyone must have been staring at her. She hadn't exactly taken pains to be quiet about it. Nor was she about to apologize. Everything she had just said was true, damn it, and anyone, including the poor drunken fool it was directed at, could take it up with her directly if they had any problem with it. She met the eyes of anyone who appeared to be staring at her, silently challenging them to say or do something about it. Suddenly she wanted a fight.

Max looked down, when he heard the cat began to meow. It was an odd little speech, in which he didn't get the faintest idea about what was being said. "Erm..." He replied, eyes down cast, wondering when his Parrot would stop being a cat. But, his thoughts were snatched away from him (Like his drink) by the woman with chicken feet. He opened his mouth in protest, to try and somehow get his drink back, but was put to silence by the sudden rant directed at him.

His shoulders shrunk down with each word, tearing into him like metal teeth. He lifted his crystal arm, trying to hide behind it, feeling as if she was getting bigger and bigger and he was becoming smaller and smaller. Finally, he seemed to be curling into a ball, his knees coming up and his chin going down, until finally he had his chin upon his knees. The wreck that was his self-pity was left blowing in the wind, haven't been burnt down by harsh truth. But now, another wave settled in, as he drunkenly realized he was very pathetic in the way that he acted. Tears began to form in his eyes...

And then a cat hit him in the head.

Because Maxwell had changed his posture, Calley the Cat/Parrot have overshot its mark. The ginger and cream cat launched itself into the air and collided with Maxi's temple. Maxwell, stunned by the sudden collision of fur-ball, threw out his right arm to steady himself. This sent the numerous empty glasses that had formed in front of him through the air, landing with a smash on the floor behind the bar. This was an even worse move. The sudden weight of the cat (Which was now clinging painfully on his chest) sent him careering back wards, away from Meld, Bear and a new girl he had just noticed.

This wouldn't have meant much, if hadn't knocked the mutant behind him into another, much more shorter tempered mutant. By the time Maxwell had hit the floor, with an "Oof!", a punch had been thrown. Followed by a fire ball, a couple of needle like stingers and a whole lot of noise. The tension caused by Melds outburst was broken by thrown fists. And laying close to the bar, Maxwell looked up at the ceiling with bleary eyes and wished he wasn't what he was.

Kasumi smiles to Bear then to Meld. She soon hears the two of them making the bet on Calley as she shakes her head. Now the out burst on Maxwell her heart goes out to him. Soon tears comes to her eyes why does Meld have to be so harsh? Eveyone has there own way of dealing with pain this is his way. Soon Calley over shots his mark knocking poor Maxwell over.

Kasumi is soon to her feet she opens her hand up to Maxwell she looks at him with such soft and gentle eyes. Soon she speaks in a soft voice much like the voice of a mother "Yes some people have had a hard life.. we have our own way of dealing with pain. Please be strong that is all that you can do. If you need someone I will be here for you. " She smiles to him.

As she keeps her hand held out to Maxwell. Kasumi has such a soft heart she hates to others in pain. She has had a good home life a loving mother and father. Yet she knows that not everyone has that so she will do her best to help others with there wounds if she can. She is much like her own mother she will do her best to give people a safe place even if it was for a short time it could last with them forever and she knows that.

((ooc: The above Cat Modding was approved through PMs, for the record. )

Hair? There was hair, under his paws. And an alarmingly skull-like structure. Which was not to be confused with a lap-like structure; it was distinctly less squishy, and slightly more spherical. And it was in the bad habit of moving.

The tomcat slipped down to a desperately clawing vertical perch on his Captain’s chest; glasses broken and shattered, short-tempered mutants were bumped, and suddenly he was riding a glass-armed pirate to the floor.

And that, friends, is how Meld won five dollars off of Bear. Pay up.

Thankfully, Maxwell valiantly provided his own flesh as a pad between the cat and the floor. Calley’s world still spun uncomfortably, though. There was a spotted person-type-woman nearby now, talking with words. Words had somehow stopped making sense, awhile ago. And had he mentioned the world-spinning?

“Mrawck,” the tomcat tried to warn his Captain. And then he lowered his little ginger-stripped head back towards the chest he was clinging to, and started wetly coughing. Kitties weren’t intended to hold beer. Especially not that much beer.

Bear watched the scene ahead of him with horror, he saw his 5 dollars go up into the air, slam into the head of Maxwell then slide down his head and onto his chest, proceeding to break things and start a fight. Bear let out a light sigh before standing up and pulling out his wallet, he handed $5 to Meld. "Yeah, ok, you won... I get it.." Bear sighed again, moving to sit down when he felt a sudden and harsh pain in the back of his head, he dropped to a knee and reached up, placing a hand on the back of his head. A moment later, he pulled his hand down and looked at it, glass and blood on his hand. It seems a beer bottle had found it's way out of the hand of another man, missing it's target and flying into the back of the head of Bear.

Bear felt a little faint at first from the impact before the pain and dizziness went away and he slowly brought himself back to a standing position. He let out a low growl, looking at his hand and seeing his own blood, it was one thing to get stabbed and a whole other thing to have a bottle smash into the back of his head. Finding he was angry enough, and when his anger consumed him, Bear would accept his abilities without fruition, Bear looked around the area in his direct reach before spotting a piece of the beer bottle, forgetting about his prior open wounds. Bear threw his jacket off of his shoulders, dropping it to the floor before grabbing the broken bottle and placing it on his shirt, pressing it hard into his arm. With a rip towards his body, Bear sliced his own arm wide open, causing himself even more unfelt pain and even more strength.

Another growl escaped his lips as he trodded over to the men in the bar that were fighting, with a swift punch, Bear was able to knock one of the men easily out of the fight. Luckily for Bear, nobody would realize what he was without already knowing his ability, especially if you consider how strong Bear already looks. The fight rages on, Bear now fully involved, throwing punches and grabbing at throats to the best of his ability as he continues to take hit after hit after hit from the drunken fight participants. He knew what he had said was a bit of bad voodoo, saying he doubted something bad would happen, and now look at the predicament he found himself in. After a few moments of uncontrolled brawling from the anger of getting hit by a beer bottle, Bear finally realizes it's time to handle things in a more civilized manner and he begins trying to break the fight up instead of continue it on.

"Ha!" Meld yelled triumphantly as she watches the chaos ensue. And all because of a little cat. She held out her hand to Nick, graciously (or at least mostly graciously) accepting the money that was her due pay off. "When I'm right, I'm right." She grinned smugly, careful not to rub it in too badly but one had to exalt in one's victory, it was a sort of unwritten rule. And then Meld watched in a sort of stunned horror as the little cat started a full fledged bar right. That wasn't quite the scope of damage that she had been thinking the cat would cause...

Out of the corner of her eye Meld spotted Bear get hit by a beer bottle and came to the very quick realization that this was not a safe situation for her to be in. In any one on on or even one on two or potentially three fight, Meld could more than hold her own. As long as she could keep her opponents in sight she could hold her own. But in a situation like this, with so many limbs flying, not to mention powers in use, there was a real danger of injury. There was no way for her to tell if she had been hit and if she was hit, how badly she had been injured.

With that thought in mind, Meld took several steps away from her companions and pressed her back up against the wall, ensuring that no one would be able to hit her from behind. She took up a defensive stance, prepared to defend herself. A beer bottle came flying in her direction, which she managed to deflect with her metal arm, causing it to shatter into several pieces. A large drunken fool charged her, and she knocked him out with a single spin kick to the head. "We should get out of here," Meld yelled, trying to be heard over the din of the fight.

"Oww..." He murmured, eyes sliding shut as his back realized that had struck a very hard, uncarpeted floor. Max's shoulder blades burned, his leg was tangled in the stool he had been sat on and his right hand was cut, with a few tiny splinters of glass still embedded into the skin. The emotional pain he had been feeling was replaced by physical pain, Maxwell sure that one of his limbs had been broken. None had, of course, but self-pity projected a couple of things. When he and his parrot had hit the ground, the air was pushed out of his lungs. He paused for a moment to take a few deep breaths, before someone was stood over him.

It was another woman. He had no idea where she had come from and so far down near the floor, where trampling feet where locked in mortal combat, he couldn't quite make out the words she said. But he saw the hand and knew that she wanted to help. He suddenly heard a "Mrawck," from his chest and wondered what the hell was going on down there. Max cast his gray owns downward and saw his Parrot coughing. A few brain cells fired into action and he put one and one together. Quickly, Max tried to remove the cat, not wanting his clothes to get ruined by parrot sick.

He took this chance to look at the rest of his surroundings. Polar... No... Er, Bear, had gone crazy and was cutting his arm. Maxwell touched his bloodied finger tips to the top of the crystal hand, remembering what it felt like when he took a knife to himself. Then he looked out for Miss. Crush-His-Self-Confidence. She had backed herself against a wall. Taking the still offered hand, Maxwell lifted himself up just in time to get hit in the face. He was sent careering back wards, over the bar, landing with a crash behind it. Well, it had turned out like it usually did in England. Get drunk, have fight...

He heard a very familiar voice (That was probably going to haunt him every night for the rest of that year) shouting about getting out. Max knew that, right now, they wouldn't be able to cut their way through the mass of struggling mutants. So, a very stupid and drunken idea flashed into his brain. If the Mutants couldn't see what they were doing, they wouldn't be able to see someone trying to escape. The glove, on his left hand, his right elbow smashing a bottle as he did. The lights in the club suddenly flickered, as did the neon-sign outside. There was the briefest pause, before Maxwell lifted his hand. Electricity burst out of every appliance, and a few unknowns flew over the heads of mutants. The dark crystal was glowing with energy now. Max teetered on his feet... The mix of electricity and drink was wreaking havoc with his body.