The night had began to disperse, the moon hanging lowly over the trees. There was a cool breeze whisking through the air, a breeze strong enough to chill the bones. The mansion was cloaked in an air of utter silence. The crickets and other nightly insects could barely be heard. A shadowed figure appeared from the main entrance, the gates opening with a creak. The figure was Terrance Niles Harken. He appeared like he was sobering slowly and seemed like he had a small swagger beause of the effects of alchohol that he had indulged in earlier. He hadn't remembered drinking himself to oblivion and passing out, only the aftermath of it. Although he had remembered that he had been at a bar and a annoying mutant had decided to wreck his relaxation time, after that there was barely anything that he remembered.

After being woken by a rodent crawling on his body, Terrance had relaized he was nearly unclothed, and deeply drunk. And he had the sence that something had happened beforehand. Also realizing being exremely sore in various places, he had dragged himself to the mansion. Although he had snagged some clothes from a snazzy dressed man who was accompanied by a fair-skinned woman. He had waited for the two to eventually sepperate at a bus stop, they lingered there for a while, then the man was alone, checking his watch. This was a perfect oppurtunity for Terrance to get some clothing. He silently snuck up behind the man, knocked the man out, and stole the man's wearings.

Fully decked in a nice black button up shirt. It wasn't buttoned, his chest revealed and large red areas ould be seen. Possibly they were the soures of Terrance's soreness. His pants were dress pants, though after the way Terran had ran through the wood and traveled a few miles, the pants were already ripped on his left upper thigh and wrinkled immensely. His shoes were now some, what Terrance considered, ugly shi** shoes, they were also some dress shoes, but they were a light brown, which disgusted him. His hair was tussled, and looked like it had a large amount of wet blood in it. Or was that scotch? He had no idea. It smelled like a mixture of both.

Terrance began through the gate, his breaths coming out short and appearing before him, as the tempeture steadily dropped. His hand searched through the pocket of the dress pants, feeling a small box. He brought it out, examining it. He observed it was a small jewlery box, and inside was a silver ring with a small diamond. Terran scoffed at the petty item and tossed it into a bush. He continued down the dirt path that led up to the mansion. Cursing under his breath for losing his precious zippo lighter and his last pak of Marlboro ciggerettes, Terrance stuffed his hands into the dress pants pockets, finding no more surprises, and walking solemnly, and now more soberly down the path.

>So this is the place? Think its big enough?< Vibe scoffed. Amp grunted quietly, totally agreeing.

The sisters were parked in one of the large trees overlooking the Xavier Mansion grounds, surveying the property. They had snooped around until learning exactly where the place was. Part of their reasoning was curiosity; Zelek had mentioned this.... school.... was where he lived, along with other mutants, and they were kind of hoping to see him again. Of course, the other, and main, part was to see what kind of entertainment they could find; at least, their brand of entertainment. The night was a perfect time for them to do some unobserved observing.

Or so they thought. They heard the person crashing through the trees long before they saw him. He looked pretty rough, and smelled even worse.

>Oooh, gross! What's he been drinking??<

Amp pulled her shirt up over her nose. She began to emit a masking frequency, to hide their presence from the man's ears. They watched curiously as walked past the gates. Quickly, and still masking the sounds of their movements, the red-headed pair made their way back to the ground, and followed him onto the grounds, keeping to the shadows and out of sight. Vibe shook her head when he threw away the ring.

>Now that's just rude. He could have hawked that.<

"His loss, or gain. We'll grab it later." Ever curious, they wanted to see what he was up to. Plus drunks usually made very interesting 'toys'.

Terrance sniffed the air, it seemed that no one was awake in the masion. Of whom he could smell anyways. Although his senses were a little foggy from the alchohol's effects. Some times he cursed this setback and other times he welcomed it. Not having to deal with extra smells,and sounds was great. Besides his stomache already churned from nausea and the feeling that someone had pummeled his insides. He must have gotten through some real sh** to be this sore.

His foot steps stopped short, a dizzy spell taking him over. He groaned, grasping at his stomach. He waited for the spell to slowly go away. However, that took awhile, and he bent over a little. Then he grimly smirked to himself. He was amused at how much he ould handle and not be dead. This thought aused him to snicker out loud. He straightened, his pace slower as to try to slow the effects of his over drinking. Currently his thoughts were filled with randomness and sayings that he knew by heart that were of his own tongue.

"He is so wasted," Amp said aloud, the sound masking keeping him from hearing her. "He looks like he's about to heave."

Vibe grinned slyly. >Shall we help him along a bit?<

"Ooooh! Let's!

Still in the shadows of the wall, Amp place a hand on the ground. She gathered her sisters vibration and, carefully, sent them through the ground. She put just enough force into them to shake the ground beneath the man's feet, but not to cause a major quake; just enough really to throw the already teetering man completely off-balance.

And perhaps help him redecorate the lawn.

Feeling something move slightly under his feet, he stumbled, his head throbbing. He cursed something fierce and felt the nausea increasing in his stomach. He hadn't a clue of what had caused him to fall. Maybe it was the dizzy spell or... Terrane could taste the hint of blood and scotch as the hot and revulting puke spilled from his lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and quickly looked at the liquid that had come from inside his already reeling stomach. Strange, the barf was blood red. Maybe head indulged in more than...Terrane shook his head. He hadn't killed for food in a very long time. At least what he could remember.

He knelt on the ground, the disgusting taste of his vomit lingering on his tongue. He spat on the ground, trying to clear some of the taste. But to no avail. Sighing, and rubbing his temples he rose grimly. Man, did he need some asprin...Or something to ease his sickness.

>Ugh! Nasty!<

"What crawled inside him and died?"

>If he lives here, who knows?<

They watched as he stood and again headed, shakily, for the Mansion. The girls paused for a moment.

"Should we follow him? Or shake him up some more?"

Vibe shook her head, making a disgusted face. She had pulled her shirt over her nose to mask the smell blowing in their direction. >Nah, let's see where he goes. Maybe we can get inside, and check the place out. Maybe do a bit of side-shopping.<

The grounds were massive, and the girls were fairly sure they couldn't get across without being seen. But that didn't worry them. Instead they settled for not being heard, via the sound masking, and strolled after the guy as if they belonged there, still being careful to stay behind him. If worst came to worst, they could sprint up to him and claim to any snoopers that they were simply escorting a friend home. In the man's stupor, they doubted he would know the difference.

Silently he stood, with a groan. He continued his walk down to the front door of the mansion. He reached out feeling the cold handle in his right hand and tried to pull on it. Of course it wouldn't open. He hadn't a key or any measure of how to get inside the building in the first place. Terrance cursed something fierce and rammed his foot into the door. Stilll no use.

"Shou'a known.." He muttered darkly, releasing the handle and turning from the door. He sat on the ledge of the stairway that led up to the front door. Then he cupped his face in his hands, the smell of the vomit greeting him, along with the scents of all of those who had touched the door just recently. He gulped, feeling a strong wave of nausea hit him again.

>Ewww! He's about to lose it again.<

"This is so priceless! Come on, let's get him inside."

The red-heads strolled out of the shadows up to the door as if they lived there. They paused not far from the man.

"Hey there pal. Out here kind of late aren't ya?" Amp bent down, a look of concern pasted on her face. "Wow, you don't look so hot. We'd better get you inside. Did you lose your key?"

The pair bent down to try and help him up, which was rather awkward with him both being drunk and also much taller than they were. While Vibe tried to steady him, Amp turned to the door. She leaned over, as if unlocking the door. Instead she sent a high-powered and compact concussion blast into to the lock gears, masking the faint explosion from listening ears. She pushed open the door, and moved to help her sister.

"So, can you remember where your room friend? We'll help you get there."

>Of course we will.< Vibe's mental tone completely contrasted the concern look plastered to her face.

The man groaned, and the girls decided it might be better just to deposit him in a corner somewhere. Most likely he'd be out for a long while anyway, long enough for them to have there own 'tour'. So they found the living room, and left him on one of the couches, then went to explore elsewhere.

(OOC: Terr, if you need me to change this later, just let me know. I just needed to free up an RP slot. Hope to see ya soon. Fade, continued in The Cousin Connection)