Eaen yawned as he slowly brought his bowl of cereal over to the Dining Room table, falling heavily into one of the large chairs. He stretched out his arms and legs, and yawned one more time before looking down at his cereal, his eyes slightly glazed over.

He wasn't exactly a morning person, and unfortunetly, he was still thinking about the events of the previous day. Taking his spoon and swirling around his milk, he just stared at the pieces of cereal dance slightly entranced by the motion and colors.

<"Dude. You're being hypnotized by Fruity Pebbles.">

Eaen snapped his head to the side, and glared at an empty chair, as if Miguel was clearly sitting next to him.

'Shuddupanlemmeemuhbreffess...'

<"One more time?">

'Shut. Up. And. Let. Me. Eat. My. Breakfest.'

Eaen began to eat his cereal, figuring it was causing too much trouble just drifting about in the milk, and wondered if he should mention anything to Tricity about what had happened at Times Square.

<"She doesn't have to know.">

Eaen sighed leaning back a little bit in his chair. 'No... But she probably has a right too. I mean, we were prevoked but...'

<"Just blame it all on me. If you get locked up or something, then I'm never going to have any fun.">

Eaen smiled. He liked to pretend that Miguel actually cared about him everyonce in a while, although he did know better. He had a direct link to Miguel's emotions, and the second Miguel actually felt something for Eaen, he would know.

Continuing to slowly eat his food, Eaen just sat deep in thought in the nearly empty dining room.

Raphael came into the mansion. He was soaked, head to toe, the storm had not lightened until early that morning, and he had spent most of the night out in it. He felt cold, chilled to the bone, and no closer to anything he spent the night thinking on.

He, however, also felt hungry. He wandered, almost aimlessly, through the mansion on autopilot. He murmured hello’s to those he passed, though he likely ended up just drawing more attention. He was not hard to see that he had been out in the rain for the better part of the night. He moved out of the open hallway and into the kitchen where he fixed himself a quick bowl of oatmeal. You know, you could just not go, he reminded himself mentally.

He shook his head and turned his feet towards the dining room to eat his breakfast in a most absentminded manner. He walked over and dropped himself across from Eaen, who seemed to be as preoccupied by his thoughts as Raphael was.

“Mornin’,” he said quite dully, and then dug into the bowl of oatmeal, one small spoonful at a time.

Deathstar walks in the dining room and to her surprise she finds Eaen eating alone, hey!!...Eaen what your eating?... she looks into his plate, is it good?,...but umm!. yea its somebody you have to meet, his is name is daius.. she says with such excitement on her face, and then she sees ralph deep in his thoughts, hey ralph!!...where have you been looking at his clothes dripping wet...

"Raph, or Raphael, please, not Ralph" He corrects her, and then answers her question without looking up. "Outside, rained most of the night." He shrugged some and put his spoon down on a nearly full bowl oatmeal and leaned back in his chair. He did not exactly feel exhausted, and but certainly looked it.

"Was a soothing place to walk and think. Got a handful of things on my mind." he offered the explanation, though not an elaboration without coaxing.

Well!!...Raph!!...Seems like somethings on your mind she pulls up a chair and sits in front of raph.. so spit, whats on your mind ...deathstar glances at his bowl still full of oatmeal.. your walking in the rain, not eating,or talking, somethin is really bothering you, so to start our relationship right, you can just talk to me....she says as she shrugs trying to get raph to speak

"As I said, the rain was a soothing place to walk and think," He said, then fell silent for a moment, glancing from Deathstar to Eaen and Darius. Two people he barely knew, and one he had not met yet. He let out a soft sigh, and gave a small shake of his head. He had not really opened up about his past to anyone but Victoria, and even then it was more a confession than explaining how it could still come back to haunt him. Even Jenny knew precious few details of the rocky couple years between boarding school and the institute.

"My past is coming back to haunt me in a most literal manner," He said a little quieter than he had intended. Benny was a true prick. Raphael did not know how Benny had managed to find where he had gone, and prod him into keeping his word without even visiting in person. However it did not stop that from being the truth of the matter.

Everyday you confuse me...Let me get this straight so you walk in the rain because it's soothing, if you want soothin you can go get a massage or something... deathstar said trying to cheer up raph, obviuosly somethin is on his mind and he is not tryin to tell anyone.... but on the serious note raph...how long you benn here..if don't mind sharing, I'm interested in where a fine man like yourself come form... she smiles jokingly trying to play seductive to him, to get him to laugh, bad enough it was raining and storming but to have people around the mansion moping was not on deathstar list of fun....

"I do that to a lot of people who know me a lot better than you do," he responded to her confusion comment. "I find massages soothing as well, but there was a lack of masseuses available to provide the service last night."

He fell quiet again mentally counting how long he had been at the mansion. "Six months or so." He answered her, "Though it seems longer. And it's where I came from that haunts me now." He looked up at her, noticing the smile.

"I agreed not to make assumptions about you, so I'm going to ask you a couple questions. From New York?" He asked, then waited for a response before asking. "You strike me as the dark criminal type, and correct me if I am wrong, but if I'm right... ever visit the darker side of town, the fight clubs and underground battle rings?"

deathstar paused for moment trying to gather her thoughts, anger seems to rush to her brains when she think of her past, she turns her head away fro raph as flashbacks of her past come into play, To answer your question,...yes!!..I was a criminal, ..and I use to reside in the darkside of town, that was the only way I knew to survive, I did some things in my past that I just want to leave, but I've been to fight clubs and underground fight arenas, but I never participated in them... deathstar sits back in her seat obviously showing she is uncomfortable, she then looks straight ahead to raph,,.. how do you know about the darkside were you ever affliated with the fight clubs and battle rings..? she asks raph with her eyebrows second guessing her judgement upon raph, maybe he is badboy at heart she thought to herself

He nodded some, having confirmed his assumption of atleast a portion of her past. He drew a small breath and blew it back out. "You don't need to justify yourself to me Deathstar. Whatever reason you were there, you were there surviving. It is human instinct." He nodded some to himself. He had used such reasoning to deal with what he had gotten drawn up in.

"Remember a fighter by the name of 'Deltoid'?" He asked, watching her for a sign of recognition of his old fighting name. The one he had used to become quasi-famous among the fighting rings and several underground betters. He had won people money, and caused people to lose it... he had been undefeated, and still was. He remained quiet waiting for her response.

deathstar once again sat quiet.. Your Deltoid,...I've seen many of his fights, some of them ended in death,..... she says talking in third person, but relaize that the ruthless fighter known as deltoid was in fact Raphael, how could this be, he seem so calmed by his demeanor and Deltoid attack his opponents as if he was a beast on the loose, how can this be the same person she thought to herself, You telling me that your deltoid..I don't believe..show me proof..it was a password, in order to enter the club?... she waited expecting him not to give the right answer

"Kampf." He responded. It was the German word for 'fight' and it was the only password he had needed to learn. He went to watch the first time, and ended up in the ring that night. Benny had been in the crowd, and Benny had ensured he had gotten in every other time. Usually through a back entrance as Raphael built his fame, and subsequently made Benny more money than he had realized that Raphael was capable of. Those darkened basements and abandoned warehouses held more than fighters, but also hordes of people who just enjoyed the sight and sound of men slugging it out. Then there were the select few truly sick sadists who got off on the violence of the ring.

"One in the same," he said. He had been ruthless in the ring, and in any fight he had participated. Though he never used the obvious mutant abilities in the ring, those he had saved for the mansion. In truth he had almost two personalities, his calm demeanor that encompassed him now, and his fury driven no-holds-barred fighter side. He looked to the other two occupants of the room, frowning a moment before looking back to Deathstar, wondering what her next action would be.

Eaen smiled lightly as Raphael sat down across from him, nodding as he said greeted him. However, before he could mutter anything back, Deathstar entered the dining room, and sat down in the chair besides him.

He smiled at her, and raised an eyebrow. He asked her who the person she wanted him to meet was, but he must have said it too quietly, because she quickly entered into a conversation with Raph. Cocking his head to the side after he heard his name, the cogs began to turn inside his head.

<"Do we know a Ralph?">

'Were you NOT listening? It's Raphael. And yes... well, no. I mean, he's Fade's boyfriend I'm guessing. And because of that, I'm guessing he's not a close friend of Deathstar.'

Forgetting about his bowl of cereal, he looked back and forth between the two as they spoke, and he merely observed as Raph and Deathstar interacted. After Raph mentioned his past, Eaen just leaned back a little bit in his seat. The way the former fighter held himself as he entered the room... It wasn't necessarily like he was on the edge, or ready to strike, nothing aggresive, but it was definetly a warrior's stance.

<"How do you notice these things?">

Eaen shrugged. 'I just do.'

<"I don't understand how you did so bad in high school.">

Eaen shrugged again. He was observant, but he lacked any real motivation to do well in school, it never appealed to him. However, he hoped that he would be able to change that at the mansion.

He shook his head lightly when he realized he was distracting himself. He merely continued to sit there, not wanting to interrupt the discussion that was going on, realizing he'd just have to be patient and wait to introduce himself. He didn't want to appear rude but butting in, but he realized never introducing himself at all would have the same unwanted effect.

deathstar still wasn't convinced that he was deltoid the nuderground legend, deathstar wanted to make sure this was the guy that she heard of...if he is what he say he is, then he would be able to be swift and catch my knife, Deathstar pulled her dagger out her boot pouch, and instantly threw it at raph,....hoping he would catch it....

They say that it is faster to react than to act, which is why so much of martial arts is learning the way to relfectively respond to any given stimuli. It is also harder to forget reactive responses as well, especially if they had been so deeply ingrained into someone's psyche as they were in Raphael. He snatched the dagger from the air, and moved quickly, his elbow blade sliding out of his elbow and glinting silver and red in the morning dining room. He brought it quickly around towards Deathstar's head, stopping an inch or so short, before retracting the blade back into his forearm, and turning her dagger over and offering it back to her hilt first.

"Didn't use those in the ring... didn't use 'em really at all before coming here. They used to be bone, but the facility added some metal to 'em... makes me more dangerous than before." He offered a shrug before retaking his seat, his calm demeanor having never left his features, even when striking. "Satisfied?"