Predator was heading for a certain clothes supplier that he knew that carried the type of cloth that he needed for his robes. Unfortunately, buddhist robes wasn't exactlythe most popular outfit in New York at that time, so Predator ended up making his own clothes. He was down to two, and he had a feeling that he would probably end up ruining one of them very soon. Since, half of the time, he transformed into Foo Dog form without taking off his robes first, his supply of robes had been steadily decreasing.

As he pushed his way through the crowds that always filled the sidewalks, especially around this time, the time when all of the corperate businessmen/women were getting off work. Predator didn't know why he chose that time of evening to go out. Actually he did: it was when he woke up that day. He didn't have any... "Activities" planned until next week, so mainly he was letting his wounds from the previous one heal.

The crowds kept getting heavier and heavier, and finally Predator got enough of a break in one that he saw the shop. He dashed through it, but as he did the crowd thickened again, and he bumped into someone hard enough to stop all of his momentum. The crowd responded fluidly, clearing a roughly five-foot space on the sidewalk in which Predator and the woman were now occupying.

Predator normally wouldn't have cared about the woman, even if he had snapped her spine, but he was in an especially good mood on that day, so he said a gruff, "Sorrry."

right foot, left foot, breathe easy, right foot, left hand, right ear, right brain, leftpole. the crazed woman repeated mentally to herself, trying her hardest not to look up. There were humans everywhere! As they walked past the masked woman, she quivered everytime they brushed up against her. On an average day, Ahorta would never leave her hideout until rush hour was over, but today was very special indeed.

Somebody, God knows who did it, but somebody ratted her out to the cops. Their intentions were blunt, Ahorta would be forced back into her cell in the mental institution. And force fed whatever anti-psychotic medication she was administered during her eight years of captivity. They were not going to take her back, they could not even come close.

The foreclosed house she called her own had been raided and searched by those boys in blue and it was impossible to go back to the house and gather her possessions. Her time at theninstitution. Gave the pyschologists and pyschiatrists a good view into the habits and daily rituals the acidic mutant followed. NYPD knew about all of Ahorta's fears and no doubt had been devising a plan to use them to their advantage.

Well, the girl may be paranoid, she may be mentally unstable by she was not stupid. If the police department was aware off her fear f people, A swarming herd of New York's finest business cows would be the last place they would even imagine searching for her in. The only problem was that she dropped into such a strong paranoid state that she lost her breath and stepped out of the crowd and into the small area that lead to a clothing store. She turned her head from the swarm of hornets and clasped her hand over her heart. Then again if you can't catch a wave then you're never gonna ride it. If only the wave was smaller and poor Ahorta actually knew how to swim.

Just as she gathered herself, preparing for Round 2, some Chinese man bumped into her. Angered and frightened, Ahorta squealed and began to viciously rub the 'infected' area. "how dare you, are you infected? Contagious? Human? Dangerous? A spy for the institution? You can't get me, they're coming to take me away" a rather interesting way of pardoning someone for an innocent and harmles bump, but the insane woman was too busy moving her joints to make sure he had not made her immobile. When her search was complete, she calmed down slightly. "Why did you run into me?"

Since the fire that killed her family and best friend, she was alone, though she was adopted by Were, the kid was alone. The young 10 year old was walking through the streets. Ignoring the people around her, the kid was on a mission, and that mission was to buy some clothes, the fire stole most of the clothes leaving were with some pjs, and a normal shirt that Were had gotten her, now trying to prove that she was independent the kid went into town on her own, with a pouch and wallet full of money she could use to buy something, this was some income that she received from the school, also a tiny bit from her Inheritance.

Her family had racked up billions of dollars, so she was set for the future.

“Hmm...I am going to need a costume for Halloween... A dress...For dinner and parties like that... Hmm...Ohh bathing suit, preferably one that doesn’t make me look childish...” she says as she rounded the corner, and blinked at the site before her, she saw a Chinese man, and a woman... She could tell the woman was weird. For a start, Cael heard

the girl ask if the man was Human, also if he was dangerous, also contagious, she wondered what the girl meant about a spy for the Institute; the only Institute she knew was of the Xavier sisterhood school of the Gifted. She had heard that school once referenced as an institute. The girl walked over, and then passed, her right hand, the fingers slightly fat was moved up to scratch her own hair. The kid entered the store then after a while; she exited, glancing over to the two a moment.

"How dare you, are you infected? Contagious? Human? Dangerous? A spy for the institution? You can't get me, they're coming to take me away"

Predator blinked. Not exactly the reply he had been expecting. He thought about the rapid-fire questions for a second, and chose to ignore them all except for one.

"Human? No, I am not." He said with a smile, "As it seems, neither are you. We are both... more!" This woman was.. well.. she looked like she had some sort of mental disease. The mask, frantic manner of speech, paranoia. Not that Predator didn't have his own heaping helping of paranoia, but this woman sounded like she was definately a few cow's short of a farm, if you catch my drift.

Before the Chinese man answered her questions, a small girl beelined her way through the crowd to the store Ahorta was frozen in front of. For only a moment, her eyes trailed down to the little girl and followed her to her destination before snapping back into the moment. The man's lack of cooperation and seemingly prying eyes immediately informed Ahorta that this man, or not man as he claims, had the exact same thought everyone had upon a first encounter with her: everyone thought she was crazy.

"More than human? No no sir, I am not human in the least bit. Humans are more ruthless and brutish. Oh what's the point?" she groaned before ending her examination of the human race. No one took her seriously. Her dilemma was like Sarah Connor's: Sarah and Ahorta saw the world as what it could and would become if events continued to unfold in the present manner.

A few seconds of an awkward pause were shattered as the girl exited the store and stopped and stared at the two. Ahorta raised an eyebrow, yet her expression was of shock and respect instead of irritation. The girl was obviously unmoved by the conversation and unafraid of the real world as she ventured out into it without to protection of a 'parent'. The institute did not permit small children and the paranoid woman had forgotten the innocence behind a child's eyes. Feeling sorry for the girl, Ahorta smiled down at her. When it finally dawned on her that her facemask kept the sight of her smile from the small girl, the insane one removed it and left it hanging from her neck, revealing an average face. "Where are your parents, little one?" Although Ahorta's intentions were noble, as she had a soft spot for kids, just as most females naturally carried, her appearance could not erase a slight mentally intimidating introduction. Well, one can only try so hard. Maybe the girl needed protection from the modern Terminators...the man next to her could even be a T-800.

The kid blinked aas the woman asked where her parents were”dead” she says, frowning some, “same with the rest of my family and best friend” she says, then glanced to the other, sure thekid can be innocent when she wanted to be, but she can also be a right little devil. She then looked into her bag, inside she had..boys swimming trunks, a towel and some normal clothes, the kid thought she was fine for now, she didn’t need any more clothes.

The kid then looked at the two once more. “by the way, do you two go to the Sister school also?’ she asked them both, and when there was nooone else around just the two, the girl floated, that’s right floated, and then removed her shoes, the child, used her right hand, to make her slightly fat fingers to fub at her foot, then shake out a small stone. “ohh..” she says then placed her show back on her feet, giving another sigh of happiness that her shoes were Velcro shoes and now one of those blasted shoes that you have to tie, in order to make it feel like a shoe.

Anyways once this was all done, she floated around the two, though not to close.

(OOC: I hope you don't mind me joining in. If you do, just let me know and I'll delete my post.)

Meld had been searching all do for a place she might be able to rent in order to work on her most recent flesh meld and not having a whole lot of luck. It seemed the humans that were in charge of those sorts of places didn't tend to rent them out, even if a lot of money was available to be offered them. Not that Meld had a lot of money, or really any at all for the moment, but that wasn't the point. Money could easily be gotten. No, the point was that they obviously had a problem with mutants, just like every other pathetic discriminatory human around and it made her angry.

Meld kicked a street lamp, her foot colliding and causing a rather impressing clanging noise as metal met metal. Several people stopped to stare and she growled, causing them to scurry away like the cowards they so obviously were. She was not in the mood to deal with people like that today, not at all, and unfortunately for them it wouldn't take much to provoke her to violence. All she wanted was to hire out an area for a few days in order to do some metal work on her arm. It wasn't too much to ask, really, and she was willing to pay whatever it took for the privilege. But no. Her money, apparently, wasn't good enough. Because she was a mutant. No one came out and said it so blatantly, of course, but she saw the looks she got. They tried to hide it, to discreetly look at her and not look her directly in the eye, but she caught it. She was used to these sorts of things but it didn't make things any easier.

"One day I will not have to deal with such bigotry," Meld mumbled under her breath, relishing the thought of a mutant controlled world. She really had nothing left to do but to return home, to Sanctuary, so that's the direction she began making her way towards the Subway that would lead her home.

It was most unexpected that she noticed a familiar face on her trek back, Predator whom she had met not long ago and whom she had quite an enjoyable time with involving the killing of a SWAT member on television thus getting out the mutant message to the masses. Now that was a good day and Meld thought that, perhaps, speaking to him might be just the thing she needed to help her out of her current foul mood.

Attempting to look happier than she was feeling for the sake of the strangers and knowing that some found her to be a little intimidating in the best of times, Meld lifted her gloved hand and waved. "Predator. How very strange to meet you here."

(OOC: I'm fine with it, Meld)

"More than human? No no sir, I am not human in the least bit. Humans are more ruthless and brutish. Oh what's the point?" Yup, the woman was definately insane. However, that didn't mean, at least on this point, that she was wrong. She had just broached Predator's favorite subject.

"It is a shame that people such as you and I must live in fear of the bigotry and discrimination of the humans. They treat us like animals. Well, I say they are animals, and we are the true sentient life. They are an outdated prototype, and it's time to upgrade!"

Predator paused in his tirade, and looked up to see a familiar face making it's way through the crowd, metal feet clanking.

"Predator. How very strange to meet you here."

"Strange? Not particularly. This is where I get my cloth, you know, for my robes. I'm a frequent customer, so I get a discount. How are you, Meld?"

The youth certainly carried more attitude these days. The young girl spoke of her current situation regarding friends and family as if it were a common occurance in today's society. Then again, with the humans in charge, no positive progression could occur. It was always 'mutants are this...' and 'mutants are that...' and 'protect the children!' Disgusting. However, the girl's non-chalant attitude had Ahorta's attention.

A Sister School? Was there a Brother School? Oh yes, the titles of 'justice' organizations finally made sense. This Sister School for mutants that wanted to help humans, as if they deserved the air they breathe. The Brotherhood was much less of an organization these days, but there were still those who upheld their ideas. It appeared the girl did attend the Sister School, abd judging by how she circulated around Ahorta, she was a mutant. Very cute, but still helping the enemy. "No, I am not at the School. Education is hardly necessary for me. The world is what needs re-educating, not the gifted."

The man spoke up of an upgrade, he obviously held the samew views as she did. "Yes, of course we are the perfected human. Natural selection is taking longer than it needs. Mother nature just needs a little push to unpollute the gene pool." During the course of Ahorta's rant, another entered the conversation and the man and woman gave away their names, or at least their mutant names. Codenames had become the new fashion trend and Ahorta had not become accustomed to using her's, then again, her's was lame compared to the other codenames.

So there was a Predator and a Meld, rather well-chosen codenames. The mentioning of their names made Ahorta feel as though she needed to give her own codename. But which one? Acid? Paranoia? Bones? Twiddling through the names she had become known as, she finally settled on her made up name. "Hello, Meld, if you don't mind me addressing you," she placed her mask back over her face, too much time had been spent breathing human air. "I am Ahorta."

The gut feeling inside of people, the feeling people call Conscience started to ring inside of her, The older woman seemed crazy to her, though she didn’t think the woman would try harming her, then there was the two men, The Newcomer for once scared her, though this she didn’t admit, this she would never admit, just like when someone was hurting her, she would keep it inside, sometimes she didn’t say anything because of someone, as in someone had wanted a Picnic, and so in order to make them feel happy, she would go to it, even if she didn’t want to, even if she wanted to eat at home, and not be outside much,

That was the feeling the kid was getting right now, the feeling that was telling her to get the heck out of here. The kid’s right foot, scrapped against the cement, as it turned itself, towards the right, the other foot followed suit, her right hand moved up to her Hair, the fingers brushed through the very messy hair. The kid didn’t even think to brush it when she left the school.

“Well...i have done my shopping... I think I will head back to my new Home now...bye....’ she says and then her right foot, lifted then went back onto theground, the other foot followed untill she was walking away from the three adults. Plus, the Meld person kind of disturbed her kind of. While she did, she thought of where else will her powers evolve to... will she get the ability to change into a bird or something. This she didn’t know.

Meld grimaced when Predator asked how she was, not being able to help the expression of distaste that played across her features. "I've been better actually. I loathe having to deal with human rules and putting up with human bigotry. Unfortunately I don't really see that I have any choice in the matter for the moment."

Listening to Ahorta speak, Meld couldn't help but appreciate what the other woman was saying. She seemed to be a little off, in a way, but she spoke words that matched Meld's view of things. "Of course I don't mind you addressing me as such," Meld answered, "especially when your views so obviously match my own in the manner of mutant superiority. The time of humans has passed and the time of mutants is upon us, even if some don't yet realize the reality of the situation."

Meld's attention was drawn to the little mutant girl as she spoke of leaving. It was hard to imagine coming into her powers so young, but there could be definite benefits to it. Imagine the control she would be able to exercise by the time she grew to adulthood. "My dear," Meld addressed the departing girl, not having a proper name to call her, "if you ever need help with your powers or with anything else you should know that there are those out there willing to help you." She wasn't sure whether or not the girl did need help, but she was a mutant so so Meld felt obligated to offer. Kin took care of kin.

"I've been better actually. I loathe having to deal with human rules and putting up with human bigotry. Unfortunately I don't really see that I have any choice in the matter for the moment." Meld said.

Predator nodded grimly at what Meld said. He too had recently felt overly oppressed by the human's bigotry and discriminating views. On a particularly hard day, he had been forced by the power of his rage to the outside. Once there, surrounded by humans, he couldn't help himself. He transformed into dog form, and began a massacre. Right outside his own house! Stupid, yes. Unfortunately, and ametuar media student at a local high-school had been walking by with his camera, and had recorded almost the whole thing. It had then been shown on the news that night. Predator wondered if Meld had seen it.

"Yes, I have had particularly strong feelings of late, but I've been keeping myself busy." Predator paused, not knowing what to say. His original errand didn't seem all that urgent anymore. "Well... You wanna go get some food, or something?" He asked.

"Of course I don't mind you addressing me as such," Meld answered Ahorta, "especially when your views so obviously match my own in the manner of mutant superiority. The time of humans has passed and the time of mutants is upon us, even if some don't yet realize the reality of the situation."

Predator nodded, adding "It is a shame, however, that some of our kind do not share our views."

Ahorta appreciated Meld's offer to the little girl, even if she did scamper off anyways. When Meld then seemed perfectly fine with Ahorta knowing her name, the masked woman could not help but feel at ease. It was a rare occassion that she ran into two other mutants that felt that they were superior to humans. Any encounter she had was usually filled with confusion and then a dead body, the living was a bit more interesting in their beliefs.

Both Meld and Predator spoke of how the humans' time has come. "So how is this Mutant Era supposed to start? I mean, can't get rid of humans one at a time," she contemplated out loud. It could have been a stretch, talking about murder, even if it were spoken about as subtly as Ahorta had tried to make it, would not necessarily make for a pleasant conversation. Oh well, she had spoken, and if they did not believe the same as Ahorta, then they were worthless and useless after all.

The question of food suddenly chimed in and Ahorta felt as though it was directed towards Meld. Of course, everyone thought she was too crazy to hang around for too long. She wasn't crazy, just because she was in a mental institution for a few years did not mean she was crazy. The world was crazy, she was just caught in the middle of it and it was pointless to tell people that she was not crazy, they would all raise an eyebrow anyways. "If you two are going to eat, um, I suppose I will leave you to your...date?" she asked inquisitively. It was obvious that they knew eachother, but were they together? Nonsense, dating was a human event, control was something mutants needed. Then again, Ahorta did have a desire to stay with the two, maybe one of them could point her towards a group of mutants that held her idea, or even just a place to stay.

“Busy is good,” Meld agreed. “Keeps those of us prone to trouble out of it.” She grinned at Predator, fondly remembering their last encounter. That was her idea of a good time and it had the added benefit of actually making a small amount of difference to the world. “I have no money for food just now,” Meld admitted somewhat regretfully. Why had she not bothered to think ahead and actually bring something with her?

Meld turned her head to address the other woman. “Of course you can’t expect the era of mutants to start by killing off humans one by one. Not only would that be highly impractical, but many humans are innocent anyway. You only kill dogs off if they’re dangerous, right? Humans are like dogs; sometimes they become vicious and they need to be put down but otherwise they make good pets.” Not a perfect analogy but it got her point across.

“And as for what should be done to usher in the era of mutants…” Meld paused to gather her thoughts, carefully considering how to word things so as to not break her word to the Director of Sanctuary. “There are those of us who are working, even now, to usher in said era. It involves strategically eliminating the largest threats, combating their anti-mutant propaganda with truth, as well as mutants everywhere banding together and helping out one another as best we can. I think that's really the most important part, to remember that we are all mutants and support one another because, as I am sure each of us knows, humans will certainly not support us and there are more of them than there are of us, at least for now."

Meld gave Ahorta a bit of a strange look when she mentioned her and Predator going on a date. Not that she might not consider such a thing in the right circumstances, but it was just so random and she hardly knew him. "We're not on a date, I assure you. We've met once before and had a grand time, you might have even seen us on the news. But that was mostly business. Well, business and I little fun," she clarified. "Anyway, you're welcome to stay if you like. You were here first, after all."

“Busy is good, keeps those of us prone to trouble out of it. I have no money for food just now,” Meld said.

"Yes, or helps us to cause trouble, neh? No money? My treat, then. Next time I'll spend your money, okay?"

"So how is this Mutant Era supposed to start? I mean, can't get rid of humans one at a time."

“Of course you can’t expect the era of mutants to start by killing off humans one by one. Not only would that be highly impractical, but many humans are innocent anyway. You only kill dogs off if they’re dangerous, right? Humans are like dogs; sometimes they become vicious and they need to be put down but otherwise they make good pets.”

Predator didn't particularly agree with Meld's analogy: to him, all humans were rabid, vicious rats. He said nothing, however, except "Yes, one by one is impossible. Twenty by twenty, however, sounds a bit more promising."

“And as for what should be done to usher in the era of mutants…” Meld paused, “There are those of us who are working, even now, to usher in said era. It involves strategically eliminating the largest threats, combating their anti-mutant propaganda with truth, as well as mutants everywhere banding together and helping out one another as best we can. I think that's really the most important part, to remember that we are all mutants and support one another because, as I am sure each of us knows, humans will certainly not support us and there are more of them than there are of us, at least for now."

Predator didn't particularly know what group Meld was talking about, but he suspected that there were many anti-human secret orginizations.

"If you two are going to eat, um, I suppose I will leave you to your...date?"

"We're not on a date, I assure you. We've met once before and had a grand time, you might have even seen us on the news. But that was mostly business. Well, business and a little fun. Anyway, you're welcome to stay if you like. You were here first, after all."

"Ha, a date?!?" Predator chuckled a bit at that. Okay, maybe more than a bit. "No, most certainly not. Feel free to join us. Where would you girls like to go?"