The view was not so awesome, considering the fact that the flat was wedged between two higher buildings, and was not so high, in itself. Not like she could do anything about it, heck, she wasn't even complaining. At least, it was quiet... actually, had been quiet until that Heavy-Metal-wannabe-freak had moved in opposite her, with some sort of mutant boombox. Now, her peaceful hours were restricted to the mornings...

And at this point in time, it was evening, so all hell was let loose below her. She remembered what had happened the day before. She'd reached the point of frustration, where she was willing to leave the confines of her room and approach the bugger, to ask him to step down on the noise. She had tried that, but all she got was some perverted statement, and too much attention. Now, some imbecile running on an overdose of testosterone, who was her neighbor, by the way, knew that some new girl lived next door, and he was really becoming a nuisance.

Right now, she needed to get her mind off him, off the noise, off the past, and what she needed right now was good fresh air. Sure, some air wafted by every now and then, but she needed to be surrounded by clear open space. So it was settled. She was going to the roofs.

This place couldn't be as bad as her former neighborhood, could it? So far, she hadn't seen any "Death to Mutants" posters around. No one would be overly concerned seeing a teen on the top of the building, anyway. Just getting some fresh air, they'd say.

Not wanting to use any stairs or waste ant time, Mindy strapped her knapsack onto her back and climbed out of a back window. Swiftly, she scaled the wall, not wanting to draw attention to herself. The feel of the evening breeze on her skin as she climbed was gratifying, and as she took in a healthy dose of evening air, she suddenly discovered that she was at her destination. Flipping up over the edge, she searched for a good spot on which to sit, where she would listen to her music and shut out the world...

Then she heard a muffled cry. At first, she didn't pay any attention, but slowly, curiousity got the better part of her, and she risked a look down from the building's edge. Someone was being mugged in n alley below! Naturally, someone would say that it wasn't any of her business, but she couldn't turn a deaf ear to another's plight. From the height, she could make out the fear in the poor man's eyes, as he was being robbed at knifepoint. Her hands clenched into fists... then she vaulted over the edge.

She dropped quite a distance, then activated her repulsion powers, coming to slow down all of a sudden, as she neared the ground. One of the muggers saw her and gawked. he was swiftly rewarded with a kick to the wrist, that dispossessed him of his weapon. Of course, the others turned, and one of them snarled. "What the...?! How did the runt get here?" "No matter," said another. "Guess we'll just fix her..."

Mindy smirked with satisfaction as the victim of the robbery made a successful bolt for safety. One of the thieves started after him, but thought against it and returned. Now, it was one teenage girl to three creeps. She sighed. She was an idiot sometimes. She should have thought this through. Nevertheless, she had powers, they did not. She could handle this...

"The hell...! She's a mutant!! One of them damned muties!!! I mean, you guys didn't see how she showed up? She almost flew or something!" The one she'd assaulted had found his voice. Instantly, one of the men drew a gun. Okay, worse than she thought.

Mindy bolted. As the man trained the gun on her, she zipped behind another of the muggers, so that the gunman wouldn't risk the shot. As the other man reached towards her with his knife, she ducked and kicked his legs out from under him. He went down with a groan. She was on the move again, this time going for the third man... and she didn't see the brick coming. It hit her square in the right shoulder, and she stumbled, biting back a cry of pain. She slipped in a small puddle of water and fell on her side.

All three men were up and armed now. "Damn freaks. Let's kill her slowly..." one of the men muttered, hatred in his eyes. Okay, she was in big trouble now. And here, she thought that New York would probably not even know anything about mutants. It seemed like mutants were hated here, more than in any other part of the world. Mindy held her bruised shoulder and backed away as them men drew closer, muttering like some sort of ancient cultists. Her chances were very slim, as at now.

"Cut you into little pieces, mutant bitch." So much for being valiant, huh?

Another useless round in the City, looking for signs of Mom. Gawain kicked at random objects on the street - pebbles, chunks of frozen snow and an empty beer can. He wasn't going anywhere in particular and hence he was in no hurry. Walking past alleyways he often stopped to take a glance; even though he could have walked past his own mother a zillion times every day without knowing it, he was determined to make every effort, so if he missed at least it would not be for lack of trying on his part.
Most alleys were empty, covered in shadows, or occasionally littered with garbage with the trademark stray dog/cat fishing around in the cans for food.
Some alleys were a lot more interesting.

>>"The hell...! She's a mutant!! One of them damned muties!!! I mean, you guys didn't see how she showed up? She almost flew or something!"

The guy who fled the alley in terror almost knocked Gawain off his feet. The knight didn't even bother to look where he went. Coward.

The noise of people attacking someone filled the shadowy space between two buildings. Gawain could make out three figures, and a smaller one, a long-haired girl darting between them. What the...

The sound of the hit the girl got was positively painful, even to hear. Gawain frowned and snapped out of the initial shock.
>>"Damn freaks. Let's kill her slowly..."

...hell are ya doin' starin' at them?
A moment later there was no one standing on the street.

>>"Cut you into little pieces, mutant bitch."

Gawain landed on his feet behind the creeps/muggers/mutant-haters/***** with a loud thud and less than gracefully - the only reflecting window he could find was higher than he'd preferred, but he didn't really have time to be picky about it.
They turned, all three of them; before the could face him properly though, there was a kick to the hand holding the gun, and said gun flew in a neat arc before hitting the opposite wall and thank you Lord not going off.
Grabbing the back of the gunman's jacket Gawain yanked him backwards and pressed the switchblade to his throat. Good thing he didn't give up the habit of carrying that around just because he was supposed to be one of the good guys now.

"Yeah, cutting sounds like a plan. Now ya'll wanna get outta here with y'r tail between y'r legs before I let ya know what my mutant powers are."

Because I could mirrorwalk your sorry a** ten ways from Sunday.
Yeah. Right.

When Juka was bored he floated and more and more often he was bored. It seemed that was the result of having an extra 8 hours a day to play with, given the fact that he no longer needed to sleep. Of course, he tried his best to fill up his time as much as was possible, doing things like training with his anvils and his newly devlopted power and practicing for his intent to find himself a new band and begin to properly perfom again. But, the problem was, even if he spent hours doing both of those activities, he couldn't spend the entire day doing so. 24 hours was a long time to deal with, and so he floated.

It was evening currently, just after dark, which tended to be his favourite time to go floating. It wasn't so late that there wasn't stuff happening far below him, but it was dark so there wasn't much worry about those interesting people below him spotting and harrasing him for being a mutant. It was, after all, never much fun to be harrassed simply because you could float in a bubble and they couldn't. Its not like he ever hurt anyone.

"The hell...! She's a mutant!! One of them damned muties!!! I mean, you guys didn't see how she showed up? She almost flew or something!"

Juka blinked. Someone had seen him? It wasn't unusual for people to mistake him for a female, but it was rare for people to notice him while he was floating at night. Floating closer, he realized quickly that the humans weren't yelling at him, hadn't even seen him in fact, but were yelling at another woman that he had never seen before. A woman that, very obviously, looked to be in some trouble and if she was in trouble than, of course, he had to try and save her.

Curshing himself under his breath for not having an anvil with him (you'd think he'd have learned by now to always have at least one anvil with him), Juka looked around frantically for something to use as a weapon. He found a discarded tire rim nearby, not the most ideal weapon but it would do for now, and prepared to charge the gang with his newfound weapon.

"Yeah, cutting sounds like a plan. Now ya'll wanna get outta here with y'r tail between y'r legs before I let ya know what my mutant powers are."

Now that was a voice he recognized and an individual he recognized as well. Juka commanded the metal tire rim to begin rotating around his bubble. "And before I have the opportunity to really show you what I can do," Juka stated definately, in his best intimidating voice. Which, given the fact that he was a boy in a dress floating in a bubble, was probably not very intimidating at all, but it was the effort that counted, right?

When the pain in her shoulder lessened, Mindy discovered that it wasn't that that blurred her vision. Her glasses had been knocked off by her fall, but thank goodness, they were not too far away. However, she was more concerned with the three haters that loomed over her... and then there was some noise. From what she could make out with all the fuzziness, someone seemed to be saving the day. Quickly, she reached out and retrieved her glasses, running her fingers along the surface to ensure that the lens were still intact. Gratefully, she slipped them back onto her nose and looked up.

If the boy had come in through the alley entrance, the haters would have noticed. Had he teleported or something? It was most likely he was a mutant, because of the looks on the men's faces. And he seemed to be holding them to ransom. One of the haters, the one responsible for the brick to her shoulder, said: "Okay, okay, we don't want trouble... we'll back off nice and easy." The hater who had been apprehended by the boy held up his hands to show that he was eager to leave, with his tail between his legs.

One of the haters suddenly swore silently, just as a voice came from above. "Crap. A flying mutant. We'd better split." The apprehended hater backed away slowly, looking just as nervous as the other two, but then, a weird look came into his eyes for a second and he suddenly stepped forward, shoving at the brown haired boy with all his might. "Damn brat!" Everything else began to happen at once.

The hater who'd been kicked by Mindy earlier, she'd call him Moe, made his lunge, knife drawn, hoping to gut the boy, too. The third hater, that one was Larry, dove for the gun, risking the tire iron that was floating around the floating girl. And Curly, the formerly apprehended hater, would try to disarm the boy, if the shove was successful.

Mindy thought fast. Larry could be handled by the other girl, but Moe was the major threat, since it would be unlikely that the boy could cope with two men at once. She was still sitting on the floor, and maybe that could come in handy at this time. She reached backwards, allowing her hand to touch the wall, for optimum effects, then she repelled herself from it, as forcefully as she could. She went sliding on her back (that would mean her jacket was ruined) like a rocket, intercepting Moe just as he sprung, kicking him hard enough and causing a repulsion from her feet as she did so, to send him head over heels.

"Kicking this idiot is becoming a hobby," she thought as he landed roughly, the knife flying in another direction. Jumping swiftly to her feet, she looked to see how the others were faring... but Moe was struggling to his feet, cursing as he did so.

"Stupid little bitch! I'll rip your hair out and force it down your throat! What? You suppose some silly kicks can take me down? No f*@#@%$ing mutant can take me down, y'hear?"
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[Out of Character] The 'three Robonic stooges' are a tough bunch. Gawain, Juka and Mindy can handle them one on one, but it will take more than a simple kick or punch to defeat them. I give you leave to control them as you please.

Juka made a grand entrance. Gawain was getting used to that. He couldn't hold back a grin as he saw the bubble boy appear, this time armed with a tire iron instead of a bunch of anvils. He was a useful one to fight with. Provided he didn't try to attack Gawain instead.
"I'd listen to the Princess if I were ya" he agreed, letting the man go so he could back away together with his buddies and get lost forever.
It didn't work.

Gawain knew what was happening the moment one of them talked, but the shove still came much to fast, and he staggered backwards, his back hitting the wall. "F***."
Well, at least he was still standing. Kinda.
There was a faint flash of light as he changed his grip on the switchblade, preparing to defend himself. The man who attacked him now [Moe] also held a knife, and he looked bigger and stronger than Gawain, which was bad, but he couldn't be more agile at the same time could he?...
He never found out. The girl slid across the alley like a rocket, and took care of that threat.
Nice.

She really is a mutant.

Then he got sucker punched.
The punch came as soon as the knife man went down; the guy who formerly had the gun and then shoved him against the wall [Curly] was apparently set on getting back at Gawain, and used the moment of confusion to leap forward.
The back of his head hit the wall and there was the taste of blood in his mouth he kinda had been expecting. He could feel something warm dripping down his cheek and it didn't take a genius to know what that was.
Hold on to the knife kid for God's sake don't ya dare friggin' drop it...

Raising his hand with the knife he tried to cut the bastard in front of him, but his head was still spinning from the hit - that was the only reason why in the next moment the back of his right hand hit the wall too, and kept hitting it repeatedly, with the help of said bastard's left hand. He clung to the knife, gritting his teeth, then pulled up his leg with all the force he could muster, and grinned as his knee collided with the guy's stomach.
It didn't do much good, but at least he lost his grip and staggered backwards, allowing Gawain to get ready to fight.

"Ya can still run, ya know." he said matter-of-factly, intent on keeping the guy's full attention while the others fought their opponents. He was not worried about Juka, he knew what he was capable of, and apparently the gild had some tricks up her sleeve too. So all he had to do was take care of this guy right here.
He didn't really expect an answer above the 'f*** you little freak' he got.

For one beautiful moment it looked like the three baddies had been scared off by Juka's (because certainly it must be because he had been so very intimidating) display of aggression. He prepared himself to strut (float) in exultant success. Alas, though, it was not to be and instead of fleeing like good little cowardly thugs should do, the three regrouped and attacked. Oh how sad a day it was when thugs refused to get scared off by displays of mutant power. Oh sad day indeed.

Two of the thugs made to attack Gawain (who Juka most certainly was not going to attack again despite the mistaken identity case during the fight with Cthulu) and one chose to target Juka himself, gun pointed at the floating boy and all. And Juka most certainly did not like guns. Though he'd never before been shot, something told him that being shot was not something he would like to do anytime soon. He'd been stabbed before and that was bad enough, getting shot seemed so much worse than getting stabbed.

The stranger that the two of them had shown up to rescue made a rather impressive attack on one of Gawain's assailants, proving that she was indeed a mutant. After the brief look in the other direction, Juka returned his attention to the man with the gun. The gun that was, unfortunately (and he was hoping it would have proven to be his imagination) still pointed at him.

In such a situation there really was only one thing to do, and that was to rely on his speed and hopefully an unpredictable move. The tire iron just wasn't going to make much of a shield against a bullet and his bubble wasn't any sort of barrier at all. Juka circled around to the left, saw his assailant take careful aim at him, then darted sharply to the right. A shot went off, narrowly missing the edge of his bubble, before he darted towards his enemy and struck the man's hand that was holding the gun with his tire iron. With an angry yell, the gun went flying. Point 1: Juka!

Mindy clenched her fists in reply to the thug's rantings. He surely was a tough one; falling that roughly on the tarmac was supposed to cause some good deal of hurt, but it didn't. Well, she would have to either beat him black and blue, or somehow scare him. Not very likely that the latter would work, though.

Focusing on Moe, she was unable to tell what was going on with the other two, until she heard a gunshot. She started, then risked a glance sideways. The boy was bleeding lightly, but was apparently okay, and the girl in the bubble had evaded the shot, thankfully. Moe scoffed irritably. "Yeah, you dumb imbecile, alert the whole @#$$%$# neighborhood. You could have at least not missed, okay?"

Mindy just stood and watched him, waiting for his move. It was usually best for the opponent to charge in first, so that his moves would be used against him. Moe only eyed his discarded knife, which was a good way off, then looked back to Mindy. "C'mon, Buffy, show me what you've got..." She would then bait him into attacking. "Sure thing," was her reply, as she rushed him, as if she was going to tackle him. She expected him to throw an attack as she came close, but instead, he tried to grapple her. Doing the most unexpected thing was supposed to surprise him, as well as give her an opening for her plan. She thrust outwards from behind her, flinging her weight faster than he'd expected into his chest. This was the third time he was being knocked down. And Mindy was going to ensure that he stayed that way.

she activated her powers, but this time, of attraction, channeling them through Moe's body, so that his head, limbs and torso were totally stuck to the ground. It wasn't possible for him to free himself, unless he could find a way to get her off him, or he was superhumanly strong enough to yank himself up from the ground. All Moe could do was strain, but he couldn't move anything.The only disadvantage of this was that she couldn't move around to help the others. But so far, they seemed capable of dealing with the situation.

Still holding onto him, to ensure contact, she adjusted herself until she was sitting on his chest, then she watched to see what the outcome of all this was. Perhaps, later, when all was over, they could turn him into a station or something. Moe continued to swear and curse, and Mindy was having a hard time concentrating on anything else. Getting off him was not an option, so she would wait patiently.

Someone shot someone.
F*** great.
Gawain glanced over his opponent's shoulder. Juka was still floating, no signs of being shot. Good boy.
That was all he could do before the big guy in front of him noticed his attention wandering, and attacked again. This time Gawain managed to dodge the punch, and kicked his attacker below the knee.
"Why can't..."
Dodging another punch less then gracefully, the guy's knuckles grazed his chin, he delivered another hit on the ribs.
"... you people..."
Kicking looked like the latest fashion; a boot collided hard with his leg, and Gawain cried out in pain as one of his knees hit the ground. All right, it was time to hurt the ****.
The switchblade flashed, and tore into a jacket, drawing a stream of curses but no blood from the guy. Oh well.
"... just f*** stand down?!"
The brawl was getting nowhere. Well, to be precise, nowhere until the guy managed to grab Gawain by the front of his jacket with the other hand keeping the knife away from himself. Bummer.
"Anything else ya wanna say ya little piece of ***?" big guy yelled into the mirrorwalker's face.
"I really didn't want to do this." Gawain groaned before kicking him between the legs.
Very very cruel.
As soon as the grip on him loosened, Gawain tore himself free, and punched the guy to make sure he went down this time. The next moment he was sitting on his chest with the blade at his throat once again.
"Haven't we been through this before?..."
Phew.

Gawain glanced around. A few feet away from him the girl was sitting on the other guy triumphantly. He looked conscious, but for some reason couldn't move. Gawain suspected it had something to do with the girl's powers.
He grinned.
"Hey, so, now what?..."

Juka wasn't presently able to pay much attention to the fights that were occurring between his two mutant allies and their chosen human thugs. His attention as focused very precisely upon his own target who previously had been in the possession of a very dangerous looking gun and who presently was trying to reach in order to regain possession of the gun. It seemed he was quite the stubborn fellow, if nothing else, though clearly he and his friends weren't too bright. Fighting mutants was simply never a smart thing to do. They should have run while they had the chance, but that chance had passed and now they would suffer the consequences.

The briefest of looks towards the other two told Juka that the others hand their foe's well in hand, thankfully since he wasn't sure that he would be able to help them until he managed to dispose of is own foe. And by dispose, he most certainly did not mean kill because he most certainly was not like that monster Aura. There were many ways to teach stubborn, stupid humans a lesson and most of those ways did not involve a final end.

With the knowledge that Juka most certainly did not want his enemy to regain the evil little gun, he sent out a tendril and bubbled it, sending it rotating around his main bubble along with the tire iron. The question now was how to dispose of the thug himself.

In a moment of inspiration, Juka floated behind his enemy, de-bubbled himself and grabbed the man around the waist. Before the man could react, Juka re-bubbled, this time including the man in his bubble, and began rising. The man began to struggle and punched Juka in the face, causing pain to blossom. That would leave a mark for sure.

"Careful," Juka warned, most helpfully. "You wouldn't want me to drop you, now would you?" The pair hovered 20 ft above the other two combatants and the man stopped struggling.

"Bloody mutant freaks! Let me the h*ll down or I swear to god you'll regret it!"

it was like a movie or something, where everything happened, as if on cue. Mindy watched as the other two thugs were taken out, and she noted thankfully that none of them ended up dead. Anytime she'd seen a human-mutant confrontation, the hatred evident was usually so intense it felt physical. The mutants here seemed mature enough to handle their opponents without making obvious attempts on their lives. The humans, on the other hand, even though older, were not as reasonable.

She looked down at Moe, when the boy asked what next. She wasn't sure herself, because these humans might just try something else irrational, once they were freed. She looked up next, at the suspended thug in the bubble. 'Larry' was smart enough to stay put, as such consequences were obvious. Mindy shrugged.

"I'm not sure, but I'm tired of all this, as it were. Who would imagine that New York's welcoming committee was this... effective? Let's let them go. If they're smart, they'll leave. If they're not..."

She stood up and took a few steps away. she watched Moe as he struggled to his feet. "We don't need to extend this, you know? Your friend fired a shot off, and if I'm correct, unless the neighbors are deaf, we'll be having cops here in no time. I could easily get outta here, and I'm kinda sure my friends could do the same, but I'm not sure about you guys. So, get out of here, while you have the chance."

She backed away further, but not too far off, in case Moe went for some other weapon, or the boy. She was sure that the other two mutants would give their foes another chance to disappear, and she hoped that the humans would not be stupid enough to spurn it.

Looking around to see how Juka was doing, at first Gawain couldn't find him. Then he remembered to look up, and a wicked grin spread on his face.

>>"Bloody mutant freaks! Let me the h*ll down or I swear to god you'll regret it!"

"Let him down, Juka, it that's what he wants" he called out "He won't die from that fall. Break a leg, maybe."

He was half serious - he was mainly saying that to scare the humans, in case they were still thinking about making trouble. The guy underneath him wriggled uncomfortably. Well, tough luck. A knife at the throat was meant to be uncomfortable.

>>"I'm not sure, but I'm tired of all this, as it were. Who would imagine that New York's welcoming committee was this... effective? Let's let them go. If they're smart, they'll leave. If they're not..."

Gawain was glad the little lady was not out for blood. That would not go well with the X-men spirit. He grinned, patted the thug's face in a friendly manner, and got off him.
"Say thank you to the lady, mate. Now."

With a 'thank you' muttered between his teeth, the thug scrambled to his feet. Gawain joined the girl, still holding the blade in his hand, just in case.

>>"We don't need to extend this, you know? Your friend fired a shot off, and if I'm correct, unless the neighbors are deaf, we'll be having cops here in no time. I could easily get outta here, and I'm kinda sure my friends could do the same, but I'm not sure about you guys. So, get out of here, while you have the chance."

It was over. They either didn't have any fight left in them, getting their a*** kicked by teenagers might have had that effect, or they were smart enough to know the girl was telling the truth. Gawain smirked triumphantly as the thugs retreated, and wiped the blood off his cheek with the back of his hand. It was not a good idea. What a mess.

"Yeah, talkin' 'bout cops" he muttered "How 'bout we get outta here and talk somewhere else?..."

Maya, Gawain, cops. It was just not a lucky combination.

Looking below him, Juka found that his two allies ha taken care of their assailants in rather effective fashion. Well, truly, it served them right for trying to pick on inncocent mutants like that. Maybe it would teach them a lesson. Even thugs like that couldn't be that dense could they?

"We don't need to extend this, you know? Your friend fired a shot off, and if I'm correct, unless the neighbors are deaf, we'll be having cops here in no time. I could easily get outta here, and I'm kinda sure my friends could do the same, but I'm not sure about you guys. So, get out of here, while you have the chance."

Police. Now that was one group of individuals that Juka hadn't thought about and now that he was thinking about it, he realized he really didn't want to deal with. Even though it was the humans to had instigated the conflict, he knew how the system worked and knew that because they were mutants they were likely to be blamed. It wasn't fair but one had to be realistic about such things.

"Let him down, Juka, it that's what he wants. He won't die from that fall. Break a leg, maybe."

"Now go run away like a good little boy," Juka commanded his victim. He began slowly lowering himself to the ground and dropped his victim 10 ft above the ground, enough to cause him significant pain but not enough to seriously injure him. See, who ever said that Juka Miami wasn't merciful? The man let out a pained grunt as he hit the concrete and, with one final horrified look, turned and ran. Juka grinned importantly.

"Yeah, talkin' 'bout cops" he muttered "How 'bout we get outta here and talk somewhere else?..."

"Couldn't agree more," Juka nodded in Gawain's direction. He strained to hear potential sirens but, thankfully, none were yet within perceptual range. "Juka Miami," he introduced himself, bowing towards the female stranger. Given the present situation his bow was somewhat less formal than usual.

A smile of satisfaction crossed Mindy's face, as the thugs seemed to have had enough, and made a break for it. It was a good thing that all three had run off, because it was about time that the mutant teenagers also made their exit. Now, where was the quickest escape route. She glanced around for a second or two, then remembered that she had come from the top of the building. It was rather unlikely for the cops to start, or even bother searching on the rooftops. Mindy looked up, just as Juka introduced himself. She looked at him, then bowed quickly in return. She didn't know much in the way of Asian customs.

"Mindy Random... pleased to meet you. You think you guys could make it up to the roofs? I'm sure the cops won't find us there, and we'll have enough time for introductions."

With that, she ran towards the wall and took the first seven or eight steps up, before putting her hands to the task and climbing as fast as possible. She had seen Juka fly, and the boy seemed to have some sort of teleporting ability (she assumed). Else, how come he just dropped down among the thugs, without being spotted? And if he was unable, one way or the other, she was sure Juka would help. Nonetheless, she looked back occasionally, to make sure they were following.

Back up the heights, to the rooftops, where her little knapsack waited. Leaving valuables in such nifty places ensured that no one would get to take them, unless of course, such a one could fly or something. Mindy flipped over the edge and landed in a crouching position, panting slightly from all the exertion so far.

"Wow! Looks like we made it, huh? Is New York this crazy all the time?"

>>"Mindy Random... pleased to meet you. You think you guys could make it up to the roofs? I'm sure the cops won't find us there, and we'll have enough time for introductions."

Huh. Cute name. Gawain flashed her a lopsided grin. "Gawain Morris."
The grin wavered when the girl ran up the wall, just like that.
Huh. Cool powers.

"Race ya there." the mirrorwalker grinned, and did the same; running a few steps to gain momentum he flung himself up and caught the bottom of the fire escape, pulling himself up in level with the closest window nearby, then jumped again, and a few seconds later he was climbing over the edge of the rooftop. He and Mindy arrived roughly at the same time.

"Nice view." Gawain commented. Not really watching over the rooftop.

>>"Wow! Looks like we made it, huh? Is New York this crazy all the time?"

The mirrorwalker plopped down cross-legged onto the ground; finally sitting after the fight felt good. Also felt familiar.

"Ya have no idea." he nodded "Shoulda been here for the Christmas special."

All three thugs were now gone and fled and Juka and Gawain were the heroes of the day. They had saved the damsel in distress, as all good heroes must. No matter that said damsel seemed rather capable of taking care of herself anyway. They were heroes and that was that. Hopefully thier would be assailants had learned there lessons and would never again seek to assault innocent mutants.

"Mindy Random... pleased to meet you. You think you guys could make it up to the roofs? I'm sure the cops won't find us there, and we'll have enough time for introductions."

"A pleasure to meet you, my dear." Juka almost scoffed at the mere suggestion that he might, just perhaps, have difficulty ascending the rooftops. Was he not a boy in a floating bubble, after all? Instead of scoffing, however, an action that wouldn't do any good at all, he merely floated, which was both more useful and more impressive. Upon reaching the rooftops he did a spinning flip, just to show that he was as fabulous as he knew he was. It was only right that others see just how amazing he truly was, after all.

"Ya have no idea. Shoulda been here for the Christmas special."

"No," Juka disagreed emphatically, "you really shouldn't have been. "No one should be forced to take on giant clay Cthulus. I still have bruises." He pouted unhappily. Why chouldn't his bubbles help him to heal faster? Or at least heal less painfully. Sometimes life just didn't seem fair.

"So, my beautiful lady Mindy, what brings you to the attention of mean human thugs anyway?"