The Grey Moose. That's what the bar in front of Meld was called. It wasn't exactly the nicest looking place, judging from the outside and that wasn't too surprising since the area of town wasn't exactly the nicest area either. Women like Meld weren't the type of women to go to those nice upscale bars though. No, most of those places wouldn't even let her in. She was, after all, a wanted murderer and a visible mutant who may as well be considered walking death. After all, she litterally bristled with blades, each one of them lethal and each one of them well within her experience to use. She had lost track of how many humans had died by her clawed hand. Her barbed tail, a much more recent addition, might be a little more realistic to count its death tole but it didn't really seem to be worth the effort.

The Grey Moose was definately the kind of place that Meld would belong, on the rare times she felt like going out to drink and the even rarer times she felt like being around humans without the intent to kill them. Not that she had any problem with humans so long as they had no problems with mutants, she just preferred to be around mutants whenever possible. But something just felt different today, something giving her the feeling that she would like to go out and relax and if she half expected a little trouble, she didn't feel like actually killing anyone. For once she just wanted to have a normal night at a bar, have a couple of drinks and maybe even talk to someone about something outside of the mutant cause. Strange night indeed.

Meld walked confidently through the door of the establishment, ignoring the looks she got from the patrons all ready inside and walked directly to the bar, sitting down. "Give me a cooler," Meld told the barkeep. He obeyed quickly and, she was pleased to note, with barely a second glance at her metllic arm or tail. Now that was professionalism.

Deirdra needed to get out and go have a few drinks. Working in a dentist's office wasn't something she liked at all. When she was there, she felt trapped and enclosed. Not to mention she was surrounded by complete morons. The dentist, Leonard Stevens, was completely wrapped around Deirdra's finger and he didn't even know it. Her manipulation of males wasn't a challenge and it sometimes bored the woman. Though, it was always interesting to see the looks on their faces. That provided some decent entertainment most of the time.

Opening the door to a bar called 'The Grey Moose', Deirdra strutted in. She was wearing a low cut shirt, 4 inch heels, and a skirt that came half way down her thighs. Once she was inside, she glanced around the place. It wasn't very nice, but then again she was on a tight budget. Besides, when it came to alcohol, it was about quanity, not quality. Or maybe that's just me. The woman chuckled to herself and slid onto a bar stool. She turned a bit and noticed a woman with metal parts. Deirdra froze and took it all in for a moment before turning away. A mutant?

The bartender walked up towards the blonde. Deirdra gave him a smirk and tilted her head towards the tap. "A beer. I don't care what kind." She paused. "The cheapest you got, actually." He looked at her nice clothes and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" The woman leaned forward slightly and rested her head on her hand. "Yeah, I'm a little low on cash. I have a crappy job and I'm trying to get through school. I don't have tons of money to be spending on alcohol, but I'm just so stressed." He stared at her for a moment and then looked at the tap. "Well, how about I get you a nicer one and you pay me for the cheap one?" Deirdra looked suprised for a moment. "Really? That'd be so nice. Thanks." She slid the money to him and the bartender sat down a glass of more expensive beer. She took a big drink and set it back down onto the bartop.

To say Sapphire had a long day would be quite an understatement, to her this particular day lasted eons and she was just a shadow of her former self. Never before had she seen such a rush at the gallery for paintings but it would seem that a good deal of the business she was going to have this week all came in today. Not that she was bothered by making money off of her paintings and watching other paintings from artists get bought. Its just it was difficult to stand there and try to act formal with the humans. They asked such stupid questions and a few more difficult ones Sapphire silently prayed would be put on a hit list sometime soon.

So, here she was at ‘The Grey Moose’ fully intending to drink multiple bottles of rum before the night was over. She had a high alcohol tolerance due to her ability, and at the moment she really felt she needed them. Sapphire made her way to the bar, wearing a fairly formal blue dress that rested just above her pale knees and though it was simple in design it was formal in look and feel. The mistress of darkness wasn’t one to dress down for any occasion and though at times she did wear jeans and the like, tonight she was coming to his bar straight from work. Whether or not she stuck out mattered not to her, all she cared about was getting a drink.

Upon seeing the two other women at the bar Sapphire couldn’t help but smile a little, the one that was obviously a mutant looked interesting, the other was ether a mutant or crazy to sit by a person with a metal arm. The darkness manipulator always found it interesting how different mutants could look in comparison to humans. However, Sapphire often forgot about how she looked in comparison to other people with her pale skin and mysterious beauty that had a certain regal as well as dangerous air about her.

Sapphire sat down next to the girl that was crazy enough to sit by a metal mutant with a bemused look on her face.

“Rum on the rocks if you don’t mind.”She told the bartender in that same formal way of speaking she always had. Once the bartender had retrieved her drink, she took a delicate sip of it, allowing the its loving embrace to trickle down her throat. There was a paused and then Sapphire’s steely blue eyes gazed at the two women near her. The one with the metal claw and the one that had to be crazy or a mutant, “So, what is a metallic mutant and a ether crazy person or mutant doing in a place like this. Surely you must have better things to do then get drunk with the rest of us.” Sapphire told them both in that same formal tone

It was curious for someone to choose to sit right beside Meld. Most humans tended to take one look at her and decide to be as far away from her as possible and that didn't even include the humans who knew her by reputation. Those humans tended to leave the establishment entirely; after all, it wasn't always in one's best interest to remain around a known human killer. She turned her head and arched an eyebrow towards the stranger. There really were only two possible reasons why someone would decide to sit beside her: the first was that there was something wrong with her mind and the second was that she was a mutant, one of those who could blend in with a crowd.

Just as Meld was considering speaking to the stranger to figure out for herself what her story might be, a second woman walked in and this one set the little hairs on the back of her arms on end. Outwardly there was nothing that spoke of danger or a dangerous person, but to someone of Meld's experience and instincts she knew better. It was in the way the woman walked, the way she carried herself, that spoke of death and the causing of death. For one who knew what to look for, it was almost always obvious those who were intimately acquainted with the art. Meld knew that she carried herself in the exact same way. It wasn't a conscious choice, it was a part of who and what she was. When one lived in a world of danger one needed to know how to defend oneself at a moment's notice and in being ready there were certain signs that were almost impossible to hide. This was proving to be a more interesting night all ready than she had been expecting.

“So, what is a metallic mutant and a ether crazy person or mutant doing in a place like this. Surely you must have better things to do then get drunk with the rest of us.”

So, the newcomer felt the same way about the other woman as Meld herself did and was blunt about stating her opinions too. Interesting, very interesting. She was quite certain if the second woman was also a mutant but that was seeming more and more likely. She had met only one human that seemed so comfortable in the presence of mutants and that human had had a special talent that allowed her to nullify mutant powers at a certain radius. Scariest experience in Meld's life, being inside that aura, and she wasn't ashamed to admit it. But this woman didn't seem like Lenna. Curious, very curious.

"I needed a change of pace." Meld shrugged, keeping her tone business like, at least until she knew the story of these two. Besides, there was a big difference between getting drunk and having a couple of drinks and getting drunk was not something she planned on doing, especially with someone that dangerous in the room with her. It was never good to get so drunk you lost your instincts. Never.

A new woman walked into the bar and Deirdra glanced at her, curious. She began to talk to her and the metal woman. Did she just call me crazy? The blond scrunched her eyes a little and tilted her head to the left. "Well--" She was about to add that she wasn't crazy when she realized that some may consider her to be a little unstable. The woman didn't think she was crazy, personally, so she would not agree to that. "Well, I'm not crazy, if that answers your question." She glanced out of the corner of her eye at the cyborg-looking person and then back at the other woman. "I'm a mutant, yes." She picked up her glass of beer and took a swig.

"And you? Are you crazy, a mutant, or a crazy mutant?" The last option was added with a smirk. "Unfortunately this is about as exciting as I'm getting tonight, I think. It's a shame really. I get out of work and all I do is come sit at a bar and talk to some women." She laughed. "People always did say I should go out and try to make some friends. I'm not very good at playing well with others, generally speaking." Deirdra leaned back on the bar stool slightly and sighed. "At least this way there's only one person to worry about." A little pause. "Me." Her eyes narrowed and she drank the rest of her alcohol. The whole while picturing her "family". Her father, stepmother, druggy mom, younger sister, and little half-brother. That had been her "family". Of course, she only really cared for her real mom and sister. The rest had wanted nothing to do with her being a mutant. Even if she was wanted before that was found out, it hadn't seemed like.

The bartender walked back up to the bar and glanced at Deirdra's empty glass. "Do you want more?" The blond leaned forward, batting her eyelashes. "I don't suppose you could just, I don't know, give me one more glass?" The woman pretended to rummage through her purse and then looked at the man again. "See? All out." She lowered her voice. "But if you'd buy me one more, I may be able to pay you back later." Deirdra winked at the man and then rested back into the stool. The bartender smirked. "Yeah, sure." The woman smiled. "You're a doll." After he walked away again, Deirdra turned to smirk at both women. "Man, guys can be such idiots sometimes. He isn't getting anything from me."

A tiny smirk curled across Sapphire’s lips as she listened to the two women’s responses to her words. Being the brilliant interrogator she was she had managed to get the non robotic woman to spill her guts about how how she was indeed a mutant and how her life wasn’t very exciting in the slightest. The blonde, Sapphire concluded, was a talker judging by the way she spoke as well as carried herself. Not only this, but she often used her own sexual wiles to get what she wanted, even if she wasn’t going to do anything in return. Quite a dangerous practice if she did not have anything to back it up, which Sapphire assumed to be her mutantion as long as it was a useful one.

The other woman the robotic parts woman was quite an enigma, much like the artist herself. Sapphire concluded was someone similar to her in a sense. She seemed to have a dangerous air about her, similar to Sapphire’s but it wasn’t unsettling as it was obvious. In her own opinion, Sapphire hid her acts well and did not go out randomly to kill massive amounts of people with her mutation unless there was a reason for it. What kind of killer this woman was Sapphire did not know, though she was rather curious to find out.

“I myself am a mutant. And as for crazy, that’s all up for interpretation in my opinion,” Sapphire replied, that same formal tone sticking to her voice. She took another delicate sip of her rum, trying not to drink to much now that she knew there was another possible assassin among them. “So, are you the girls that I want to destroy the humans because they are ignorant pigs, or are you the tree hugging kind of mutants that believe we can all sit in a corner and sing campfire songs with all the nations in the world?”

Sapphire's intentions was for them to partake in this casual conversation among mutants while she studied them, making notes in her mind about what exactly these two were all about. Mainly because if she could perhaps make an alliance with these two there is a possibility that she could have more of an advantage in achieving her ultimate goal.

So it appeared as if both women were also mutants. It certainly explained something; for one why they were both comfortable around her or at least as comfortable as anyone ever was around her. In Meld's experience even most mutants seemed to have problems with the fact that she was literally a walking weapon and took no pains to hide it either. Aura and Abyss had no problem with it and of course Pluto, but they were killers all three of them so perhaps that wasn't surprising. Ghost tried to have no problem with it, but even she was uncomfortable around her and perhaps Meld didn't blame her; she was such an innocent in the battle for mutant rights and she didn't even realize it.

"People always did say I should go out and try to make some friends. I'm not very good at playing well with others, generally speaking."

"Try meeting people when you have blades coming out of your hands and feet," Meld said with a smirk. There was a time that she had been bitter about her mutation, but that was far in the past and she had little problem with it now days. Or at least, had little problem with anything aside from the fact that it prevented her from being able to feel anything but as far as the opinions of the hordes of humans around her, she couldn't care less. "Its about who you choose to associate with anyway, not how many you choose to associate with. Most people just aren't worthy." She shrugged and took another sip of her drink.

It was a rather amusing turn of events to see the woman beside Meld begin flirting with the bartender, using her obvious sexual wiles to try and win herself a free drink. Well, it wasn't one of Meld's strengths, she probably would have just threatened him with great pain, but if you had it nothing wrong with using it and obviously the woman had it. She nodded her appreciation of the tactic, feeling no envy whatsoever. Everyone was born with their own unique talents and Meld hadn't been short changed in that department so she certainly couldn't begrudge a fellow mutant their own talents.

“So, are you the girls that I want to destroy the humans because they are ignorant pigs, or are you the tree hugging kind of mutants that believe we can all sit in a corner and sing campfire songs with all the nations in the world?”

Meld almost spat out the mouthful of drink she had at that comment. "Do you even watch the news?" she asked, a dark smirk upon her face. "Maybe destroy the humans might be going a bit far, but I'm no campfire singing human lover that's for sure. Perhaps you saw the news story on the Cupcake Store massacre? Or the cult of humans killing mutant babies that recently passed away in rather violent fashion? Lets just say, I wasn't innocent in either of those incidents and lets also make it very clear that they each deserved it. No one kills mutant babies and gets to live to tell about it." The cupcake massacre maybe wasn't her best day, but still her actions there were justified. As for the destruction of the human cult, that was one of her proudest moments.

"The name's Meld. So, what are your stories?"

Deirdra took a swig of her new drink and glanced at the more 'normal' looking mutant. Of course, normal was such a broad term and what was normal for Deirdra Sykes may not've been normal to others. It seemed that this woman was trying to sneak some secrets out or something. The blond smirked behind her glass and listened to the other woman speak. She was answering the first woman's question about being a 'tree-hugging mutant'. It seemed that she had gotten herself into a lot of violent situations in a short amount of time and she didn't hint at any remorse. Deirdra wasn't sure if she was the type of mutant you try to make friends with or the kind you just try to avoid in general. She introduced herself as Meld and it was hard to tell so far.

"Meld, huh? That's an interesting...name?" Deirdra took another drink and sat the glass back down. "I can't say I'm a big fan of humans, no." This was quite an understatement for the blond. She loathed humans. Hated them with her very being, but wouldn't necessarily admit that to a bar with quite a few humans in it. Looking at both women, she decided she'd tell them her first name and could add a last name later, if she felt the need. "I'm Deirdra." She smiled at the other two and then turned back to the one she didn't know the name of. "And you? What's your name? I'm going to assume you don't like humans, judging by the way you phrase your questions about them so there isn't really a point in asking that back at you."

Maybe she could learn some things from these women, since it appeared they were trying to learn things of hers. Knowing exactly where everyone stood in the world and what kind of groups there were could be a great asset. Who knew? Perhaps if there was a group she was interested enough about, she could learn more and try to become part of it. Deirdra figured there must've been groups of some kind considering all the carnage and disaster one could hear on the news. There had to be some thought and someone behind it. It seemed unlikely that it was all a bunch of random occurences that happened in a certain area. The blond knew better than to say things were coincidences.

With the same smirk on her face as she had before, Sapphire listened to the two women tell a little more about themselves. It was a rather educational experience for the artist because she learned far more about them that she originally thought they were going to allude to. With another delicate drink, Sapphire kept her ears open for anything she found of use to her. If these women were what they said they were it was most likely that she could use them for her own purposes, drawing on thier hatred for humans to give them something to do. Once addressed Sapphire folded her hands on the table neatly, her gaze to them the same as it had always been. A cool and rather calculating one.

"Pleased to meet the both of you, My name is Sapphire, " Sapphire told them cordially. She saw no point in hiding her identity around ethier of them, for they all seemed to be realitively on the same page about things. While Sapphire wasn't a rampant human killer like most mutants of her caliber, she was an assassin and believed in a certain way of doing things. It wasnt wise in her opinion to just go out of ones way to murder dozens of foolish humans just for the fun of it. "As for my view on the matter of humans, I believe humans, much like mutants as well as all creatures are inherently dark and tortured creatures whether they know it or not. While more humans have done me wrong than mutants it does not mean I will go out of my way to end their pitiful existence. "

With that Sapphire took a long swig of her drink, forgetting her manners for a brief moment. It was not unlike Sapphire to voice her opinions on matters of the world, though she did tend to be cautious around most, not wanting them to know to much about her. While she was a fairly pleasant person when she was in a good mood, she tended to unsettle people with her cool demeanor.

"A cult?" Sapphire asked, seemingly amused by this, "What did they do, take Sunday school with Charles Manson? Though, nothing is worse than those curs who started the Mutant Registration Act in America, placing mutants in camps, sickining really. " Sapphire explained, taking another swig of her drink. "I heard they met a rather dark end."

With that, Sapphire finished her drink, asking the barkeep for another. The way Sapphire stated dark end made the statement drip with deadly poison. Judging by the way she shifted ever so slightly when she mentioned the camps, she also had a history with them. Or At least, he family did, giving her more of a bias to mutants rather than humans.

"As you may have guessed," Meld addressed her words to the newly introduced Deirdre, "Meld is not the name I was born with. It is, however, the name I choose to go by. My human life is long since dead and gone far behind me and so my name went with it." The words were true enough but she didn't mention that there was a second reason why she chose not to go by her previous human name and that was a matter of common sense and intelligence. She was a criminal, plain and simple, and not just a murderer. Her living had been made working for organized crime for years and it simply wasn't good to have her legal name out there for all to see and all to track down. It was much easier to hide one's true identity and true location when there was no paperwork tying you to the name that people knew you by.

"As for my view on the matter of humans, I believe humans, much like mutants as well as all creatures are inherently dark and tortured creatures whether they know it or not. While more humans have done me wrong than mutants it does not mean I will go out of my way to end their pitiful existence. "

"An interesting view of things," Meld stated. She approved of the way Sapphire was blunt and direct about her views, it made interacting so much easier when one didn't have to guess at intent. "You don't believe that people, mutant or human, can be happy?" Meld certainly wasn't one to argue about the state of happiness in herself or in others. Her cause was everything to her and she had very little personal happiness. Happiness, for her, was more often than not feeling the pain and fear in others, seeing their blood run down their bodies after being cut open by her claws. Happiness was feeding the monster inside of her that demanded blood and death and terror. Physically she couldn't feel at all and emotionally she was stunted, thus pain was the only thing that remained to bring her some semblance of pleasure. Always she was forced to straddle the line of having her monster work for her or being slave to the needs of her monster. So far she had succeeded in the former, but there was always that fear that one day her monster would get the best of her to devastating consequences.

"A cult? What did they do, take Sunday school with Charles Manson? Though, nothing is worse than those curs who started the Mutant Registration Act in America, placing mutants in camps, sickining really. " Sapphire explained, taking another swig of her drink. "I heard they met a rather dark end."

Meld smirked, amused by the other woman's reaction. "A cult that believed in human isolationism. From what research I did before our assault, apparently they believed mutants to be a curse upon the world, Satan's punishment for the sins of man or some such nonsense. The important thing was that they were killing mutant babies so they had to die. I, and a couple friends, made sure they did." A shrug and another swig of her drink. "I was still in Canada during the Mutant Registration Act in America but I did my part to stop a similar act in Romania just recently. Anyone who treats mutants like that deserves to suffer." A darkness came over Meld's expression then and the determination could be heard clearly in her voice. That was her cause and her cause was everything.

Deirdra glanced at one woman, then the other out of the corners of her eyes. Bring the glass to her lips, she chugged down about half of what was left before banging it loudly against the bar. She hadn't hit hard enough to break it, but it had made enough noise to cause most of the bar to look at her. Loosening her grip, she began to shake with anger at the thought of babies being murdered. Her voice had a quiet loathing about it as she spoke. "Mutations are gifts. Maybe they did come into exsistence because of people's sins. If that's true, then that just means I have an excuse to hurt them all." As she said the word "all", a picture of her father and stepmother popped into her mind. Images of random people entered her mind and she starting to feel like she needed to punch someone in the face, repeatedly, with her stinger.

She put her left hand over her face in an attempt to calm down. Her breath was shallow and quick from the anger. The hand was also to prevent other people's seeing of her emotions. Slowly moving the fingers away from her blue eyes, she sighed. Deirdra slapped her right hand against the bar. "Screw it. Hey bartender, tequila please." The man raised an eyebrow at her once more. "Do you want anything mixed in with that or--" He didn't get to finish. The blone stood up and looked the man in the eyes. "Just get me the freaking drink. I don't feel like causing a scene, so just do it." He blinked a few times and ran to get her drink. She sat back down, as if she hadn't just yelled.

After she was situated, the woman glared at a couple down the bar further, who were giving the scorpion lady a very nervous look. The two got up from their seats and exited 'The Grey Moose' in quite a hurry. She flipped her blond hair behind her shoulders and watched as the bartender sat her drink in front of her. All of a sudden, the young woman acted as if she had never threatened the man. "Thank you so much. You'll have to excuse my horrible attitude. I've had a rough night." He noded and walked away. Under her breath she added, "and life." Turning her attention to the other two female mutants, she gulped down a good portion of her drink. "Sorry for the little outbursts. I just had some horrible memories surface." She paused. "In all honesty, I hate humans. I hate everything about them. Everything."

"They can be happy, however ones own emotions are irrelevant to what has to be done." Sapphire replied in response to Meld's question

Listening to both women Sapphire learned quite a bit about both of these womens ideals on life and on mutants in general. Amidst their words and outbursts the artist found that she was a bit out of place with these two. While they were more of a stabby sort of all humans should die kind of mutants, she was more laid back on these sort of things. A pondering look crossed across her pale face when she thought of their questions as well as the other words that they uttered on the note of hating mutants.

"Interesting, so you both hate humans in a sense," Sapphire told them, her voice cool and calm. "I myself do not hate them, they are more of a convenience than anything else. They are the ones with the best jobs for someone like myself as well as the ones with the best paychecks. Mutants tend not to pay well I have noticed."

Sapphire paused for a moment allowing it all to sink in to the two women, staring at the rum in the glass, swirling it around the glass aimlessly. Her own past was covered with bloodstains and ruled by suffering as well as strife. Though, she didn't blame a particular species, people in general were just twisted cruel creatures with the exception of a few innocent ones. Innocence, has been overshadowed by the wickedness and cruelty of the world. Thing would change though, she would make sure of that.

"You two sound like my younger sister Emerald, trying to protect, mutants or the innocent in her case in order to make the world a better place. Problem is there is so little left to protect and save, who deserves to be saved and who deserved to be punished, will you be at the devils right hand or will you stand in his path as he reduces the world to rubble." Sapphire paused for a moment before taking a large drink of her rum. It was a good thing she did not get drunk easily, just in case if one of these women tried to attack her. She had set up a darkness exit outside of the bar in a nearby alleyway as a escape route just in case. The artist was always ready for any sort of scenario. "Me on the other hand, while my own past is painted with the horrors and sorrow that no one should face, I believe that in order to make the world a better place, eliminate those who you believe aren't worthy and while some think its a particular race, I believe it is whoever gets in my way of my own ideals of a perfect world."

Sapphire finished her little speech with a satisfied smile on her face, considering that everyone else had talked about ideals so she felt like she should as well. The artist took another sip of her drink, the delicateness and the nobleness still in her body stance. No matter what Sapphire had a certain pride about her that could not be put down by anything, even after all of the past events that led her to be who she was now.

"Mutations are gifts. Maybe they did come into exsistence because of people's sins. If that's true, then that just means I have an excuse to hurt them all."

Meld had mixed feelings about the way that Deirdre reacted to her little story. On the one hand she agreed entirely that mutations were gifts, no matter their origin. Of course she didn't actually believe in God or Satan or sins or any of the rest of that nonsense, but that wasn't really the point anyway. On the other hand, it didn't serve the mutant cause to react with such obvious anger. Meld preferred the cold cold anger of intellectual and moral superiority to the hot emotional anger because hot anger led to mistakes. Meld felt anger, she just chose not to show it and chose not to let it dictate her actions. Strong emotion of any kind led to mistakes and mistakes led to people dying. More people dying, people that she would prefer did not die. Or, another way to look at it, anger led to mistakes which led to the people that should be dying getting away.

"The mutant baby killers are dead," Meld assured Deirdre with the same dark, cold tone she had used when describing them. "My friends and I made certain they paid for their actions with their lives. I don't hate humans, not all of them. What I hate is those humans who make the lives of mutants difficult or impossible and those humans that decide to attack and discriminate against mutants. I have met good and bad humans; the good ones I allow to live so long as they don't get in my way, I have no issue with them. The bad ones I allow to die and, if they are particularly bad, suffer horribly before they die." It was said as cold fact. She felt nothing for their deaths; those were the types of men and woman who had no right to life anyway. There was a time, what seemed like a very long time ago but really was probably less than a year, when she would have cared, a time when she was tortured by the blood on her hands. But she knew that blood was necessary for the winning of the war. Her hands were stained red, it was a fact and not one to dwell on needlessly.

"Interesting, so you both hate humans in a sense. I myself do not hate them, they are more of a convenience than anything else. They are the ones with the best jobs for someone like myself as well as the ones with the best paychecks. Mutants tend not to pay well I have noticed."

Meld smirked at the words. Here was a woman, not so different from herself. If her motivations were different, then at least it seemed she had done things for money as well and judging by her words things that led to death. "Not all humans," Meld corrected, "just those humans that deserve it. Its about their actions, not about the mere fact of being human. And you may be surprised how well some mutants pay, its just a matter of finding the right ones." Not such an easy thing, perhaps, but it was still possible.

"Me on the other hand, while my own past is painted with the horrors and sorrow that no one should face, I believe that in order to make the world a better place, eliminate those who you believe aren't worthy and while some think its a particular race, I believe it is whoever gets in my way of my own ideals of a perfect world."

"We all have darkness in our past," Meld shrugged, taking another drink. She realized that her drink was gone and ordered another, determined that it should be her last. She drank rarely and hated to feel her edge diminished. "Some of us have faced more horrors than others but its all in how you deal with it." Meld had faced her own horrors, including the death of her sister (who she knew might still be alive but that was something only recently discovered) and the disowning of her parents, not to mention countless deaths by her own hands and the hands of her employers. But she went on with her life, dedicated herself to her cause and refused to dwell on her past. It was the only way to go on sometimes.

Deirdra glanced at Sapphire as she spoke. No, she didn’t sound like her sister. The blond didn’t really care for people, even if they were innocent. Or maybe, in a way, she did. She would never harm a child or someone who didn’t threaten her in anyway. If she felt that they, then she couldn’t be as bad as she had made herself sound. Part of her didn’t want to have feelings for anything or anyone, but she wasn’t a sociopath. She had been tested when she was younger. Even when she didn’t know she was a mutant, Deirdra had not been good at expressing emotions. She had barely ever cried, even if something had hurt very bad. Emotions were a weakness, she realized, but anger had a way of overtaking her at times anyway. She hated it, but couldn’t stop it most of the time. Anything involving mutant children and something terrible happening made her snap. The blond assumed that it had to do with what she had gone through.

Humans are a convenience? More like an inconvenience. She turned away as Sapphire continued her little speech, but still listened. It seemed as though this other woman did have some good ideas. She said she thought that the enemy was whoever opposed her. It made sense and the blond nodded as she listened. “I agree with that, but I have a tendency to hate humans more than mutants. I don’t mind human children and the people who accept what we are, but the others, I hate the others. Mutants took me in after my human parents called the cops on me when my ability surfaced. There were some more unfortunate events after that,” the woman waved her hand as if to dismiss it, “but complaining won’t change anything. If someone is to make this world better, they should act on it and not just sit there whining. You know?”

Meld spoke about what kind of humans she hated. It was similar to Deirdra’s way of judging people and it was logical, which is probably why all three woman seemed to have the idea. The other two mutants seemed to do some of the things they did for money. The blond did like money, but her motives didn’t lie in greed. They were coated with loathing and feeling abandoned by everyone. “Meld’s right. Lots of people have had bad things happen. It’s part of life. Also, how horrible one thing is may be a different type of horrible for another. It seems that people who experience a lot of bad things become stronger.” Well, stronger--or crazy, but there was no reason to add that in there since it was the only other option.

“I’d like to find some others with the same kind of ideals as us three and maybe start something that could actually make difference. I have no idea where I’d find these people though. They don’t usually just crawl out of the woodwork.” She sighed and took a small drink of tequila.

With the women talking, Sapphire once again, this gave Sapphire a chance to listen as well as observe. The Mistress of darkness was rather intrested in the two other women and wondered if they could serve her purpose of building a better world. They did sound like they wanted to eliminate those who stood in thier way of happiness, which was good because that was exactly what Sapphire wanted to do.

"I am perhaps biased on the matter, My father is a human and he married my mother who is quite blatently a mutant. He believes that it's a gift and treats her as well as the rest of my family extremly well." Sapphire smiled, a geuine one, showing her fondness for her father. It would seem that the psychotic Lupin sister, also had a heart. "I am lucky in that sense, my father and my Grandmother Pearl love mutants. Though Grandmother Pearl shoots turnips at mutants who arent proud of themselves so she could perhaps be crazy, who knows." Sapphire shrugged her shoulders a little before taking another swig of her rum.

Sapphire thought for a moment on Deirdra's statement on finding more people like them and nodded a little bit. She knew that there was some sort of organization that took in people like them or organized them doing something or another, but she was never able to remember what in the world they were called. Perhaps it was something like the row, or the organization, whatever it was Sapphire couldnt remember.

"I would enjoy working with you ladies on some sort of job. You seem like quite the party animals." Sapphire laughed a little, just before she took another delicate drink of her alcohol.