Meld arched an eyebrow at Anthony at his introduction of himself as Theodore, but opted not to comment directly on it. Either he had been dishonest the first time they had met and he introduced himself, or he was being dishonest now. She was leaning towards the latter, though wasn't entirely certain why he would feel the need to obscure his identity. He seemed like the upstanding citizen type, after all. Unless it merely had to do with the fact that the Spider Lady was clearly not so upstanding and he was worried about her trying to track him down at a later date? Perhaps.

"The security guards are only doing their jobs, human or not," Meld answered. "Self preservation is my top priority, of course, but I will make you the promise not to use lethal force unless it should prove itself to be absolutely necessary." Though some may have found it difficult to believe, Meld didn't actually casually go around killing people and didn't even really enjoy killing people. Unless they should prove themselves to be against humans as a whole, she preferred to use non-lethal force in the completion of whatever task she happened to need to complete. Of course, the moment they proved themselves to be in direct opposition to her cause all bets were off and, more often than not, that would end in their deaths. Still, to this point she didn't see any reason to assume they were anti-mutant. Besides, she did rather like the whole spider exhibit thing.

"I am indeed a Mutant. Proudly so, if i do say so myself."

Meld nodded her approval of Megan, making a mental note to herself that if this little expedition should go well she should get Megan's contact information. Someone so obviously proud of their heritage and someone who was willing to think and act a little outside the box were definite high points in a person. All that was left was to see if the woman was actually competent and, by the end of this day, she was pretty sure that she would have her answer.

"I figured I'd just wing it now... unless you have anything you'd like to get out of this little excursion...?"

It seemed that Megan's heart was in the right place but those words confirmed the fact that she was, perhaps, lacking in experience when it came to actions of this nature. It was a good thing that Meld had come along then, in that case. "I may be able to help with the security situation," Meld said. She made another mental note at the advantages of having 8 legged sentries that could let Megan know all about potential nearby threats. A tail eye was good for many things, but having hundreds (thousands?) of eyes and ears nearby were so much better. "If you wouldn't mind?" Meld walked up to the spider cage where the plexiglass panel used to be. The panel was only the first measure to prevent people from actually accessing the spider cage, the second being a silent alarm system if the door that was under the panel was opened.

Meld placed her glowing blue veined hand onto the the small door, feeling the buzz of electricity underneath it. It was an unusual sensation, one that she hadn't yet gotten used to nor was she yet entirely comfortable with her new hand and the abilities that came with it. She was pretty sure, however, that she had enough experience that she could at least turn off the security system directly attached to the cage without setting it off. With an effort of will, she commanded her hand to drain off the electricity going into the security system and, a moment later, she felt the current shut off. Grinning, she removed her hand. "No more alarm to worry about. If you would be so kind as to point out any cameras you might have seen, I can do the same to them." It was the first time she had put her new hand to use and the first time she hadn't simply wanted to cut it off and replace it with the metal hand she had previously.

(OOC: As above, let me know if anything needs changing.)

"I'm going to guess Davids is short for Dvorak?" Clever girl. I hate clever girls.

Meld and Eight Legged Freaks continued their larcenous intentions, and Anthony watched, petulantly.

Megan not only knew he was bluffing, but appeared to be covered in the disgusting little creepers. Meld disabled the security measures on the spiders exhibit. They were discussing the destruction of his last bargaining chip, the cameras. Anthony tried to think, and struck on an idea. He took a deep breath, and let it out as a sigh, and began to take off the jacket part of his suit, and sighed again.

"I hate to admit it, but I'm out of ideas. I can't stop you, and I don't know how you disabled the-"

He threw his jacket at Meld and threw himself backwards, turning a little, to use his momentum. He'd been watching her tail, and measuring the distances to his head. He had a vague idea about how fast she moved, from the last time they met (and that she was a little too fast for comfort) but he didn't have to go far. He guessed he was half a foot outside the range of the tail. Megan didn't seem to be particularly fast. With the element of surprise (and a little help from St. Jude) he'd get to the Opening This Door Will Trigger Fire Alarms door.

Anthony kept his balance as he landed, and turned the leap into a run. The emergency fire door wasn't too far, maybe 70 ft. Meld could get away before the EMT's, Fire, and police arrived. Or she could wipe the Cameras. Or she could kill me. But she couldn't do all three, not with Megan and her damned bugs to worry about either.

Melds usefulness jumped ten fold when she placed a hand on the cage and stated that she had deactivated the silent alarm- and on top of that she could apperantly get rid of any cameras too. Resisting the urge to stick her tongue out at Anthony, she instead tugged the loose panel off, set it at her feet and grinned at meld. “I could hug you right now, you wonderful person you.” With her attention torn between the idea of spotting camers, and reaching in to grasp her prize for the first time. It
was like christmas. A nice, shiny red present sat before her, waiting to be torn to pieces in order to get to what was hidden inside.

“Cameras… uh…” Wrinkling her nose after her distracted statement, she nodded her head at her small hoard of arachnids. “Go scout out where the cameras are…” The small bodies started to skitter away and she blinked, “and watch the halls too!” Her other babies were still out there somewhere, but the more the merrier they say. Her hands entered the cage, eager to snatch the spider up, but she paused when the fuzzy one spoke again.

>>"I hate to admit it, but I'm out of ideas. I can't stop you, and I don't know how you disabled the-"

And…. He was heading to the door… a door marked as an emergency exit. It took a few seconds for her to connect the dots in her head and realize that opening said door would spring an alarm. Megan winced and looked to meld. Being so close to her orb weaver, she wasn’t about to run… or step away for that matter without first getting bitten. Instead of jumping into action to stop him, she began gathering as much webbing in her mouth as she could while she reached into the cage and finally latched onto the spider. As her fingers closed around the small thing, she noticed that it was unusually ridged and unresponsive. On its back, she could clearly read the words, ‘Made in China’. Empty blue eyes widened, dark brows drew together in knitted fury, and she turned and spat the fist sized sticky ball of silk that she had formed Anthony’s way, before taking a few steps around the cage.

“What the hell is this?!” Her clenched fist rose and she hurled the spider his way as well. “Made in china? You guys have a FAKE spider on exhibit?!” The outrage! The humiliation! Her fingers rose and clenched in her hair and she snapped her mouth shut and started forming another sticky web ball

"I hate to admit it, but I'm out of ideas. I can't stop you, and I don't know how you disabled the-"

Meld cursed audibly and lashed out with her tail blindly a moment after the jacket was thrown over her head. Unfortunately she felt no sense of impact and that was confirmed a moment later when her tail eye blinked open to see Anthony running for the fire alarm exit. Why did some people have to be so difficult anyway? Both she and Megan had agreed to try not to kill anyone and neither of them had made any sort of violent gestures towards Anthony himself. Was he so self righteous in his morality that he had to try and stop a completely non-violent (at least unless security guards were to get involved) theft? Had he just left well enough alone they might have been able to simply disable the cameras along with the silent alarm and walked out with the spider all nice and simple, but no he simply had to go and make things more difficult for them. Well, if anyone was injured or killed because of his actions, those deaths would be on his head not theirs.

Meld removed the jacket from her head as she gauged how long it would take Anthony to reach the fire exit, realizing both that he was too far away for her to do anything and the fact that the moment he opened that door the alarm would go off and that would make things immanently more complicated. "You furred idiot human sympathizer," Meld yelled at him, venom in her voice. "If you open that door that increases the chances of people getting hurt or even killed a hundred fold. Is that what you really want?" She glared at him with her human eyes, tail eye swiveling around her and blinking to be aware of potential incoming threats. Mentally cursing her lack of ranged weaponry (something she really would have to change in the very near future) she could only hope that her words were enough to force the stupid man to see reason. Did he really think she would go out and attack a fellow mutant for no other reason than a difference in ideology?

“What the hell is this?! Made in china? You guys have a FAKE spider on exhibit?!”

Meld growled her agreement at the other woman's outrage. Not only was it plainly dishonest to have a fake spider in a spider exhibit, but all of this difficulty, it seemed, was for nothing. Clearly there was a reason why mutants were at the top of the evolutionary food chain and humans were inferior to them. Both inferior and more dishonest.

"You furred idiot human sympathizer, if you open that door that increases the chances of people getting hurt or even killed a hundred fold. Is that what you really want?" Anthony wasn't sure if she was more angry about people getting hurt, that it would inconvenience her, or that he wasn't just letting her do as she wanted. The latter two were much more likely than the former.

"No M'am, just want you to leave without being even more uncivil." And it'll make all the innocents and would be heroes leave.

Anthony felt supremely clever. The most clever of clever people ever born. Right up until something gooey and clingy and fibrous engaged itself into his right shoulder, and held his right armpit closed. It was a spider, it had to be a giant man eating spider. Something with a dozen fangs and thirty legs, eyes that could paralyze a full grown man and poison to digest fully grown people covered in fur.

In short, Anthony squealed like a little girl.

He spun himself in a circle, still moving towards the exit, trying to see what creepy crawler had latched onto him. He began to panic in his head, and slapped at it with his left hand. Not a spider, just web, which trapped his left hand to his right shoulder, like he was hugging himself. Awww, God DA-

“What the hell is this?! Made in china? You guys have a FAKE spider on exhibit?!”
And now we know where the money isn't lining up. Mission accomplished.
"It's a lousy spider anyway!"

Anthony's shoulder hit the door, and the door didn't give. He looked down and saw a push lever and leaned against it, but not all the way. He turned to the side and looked back.

"The faster you leave, the less the chances of getting caught, Megan. And yes, Meld, I'm a human sypmathizer. I'm human. And you are also, where you aren't tractor-trailer." Anthony hit the lever with his hip, and the door swung open on a set of fire stairs and bright mid-day sun. The alarm klaxon didn't go off right away, panicking Anthony for an eternity or two, but a moment later they sounded. Comforting, in an ear shattering way.

'Human sympathizer'... Now she knew what kind of a mutant Meld was... and probably what type of mutant Mr. fuzzybum was as well. Come to think of it, it probably also explained their past knowledge of each other. Megan's inner brat burst forth after his little 'lousy spider' comment. She hurled the other silk ball in her mouth at him and shrieked, "It isn't a useless spider!!"

The sticky ball slammed into the open door beside him and stuck, and Megan felt her hissy fit kick into a new gear. Her plans were ruined, and frankly she felt just silly that the entire trip had been made for a stupid plastic spider. With her nerves more than frazzled, she hustled after Meld and shot a short whistle over her shoulder to call all of her spiders back to her. Anthony's shrill scream sent her into an unexpected short fit of giggling, until he figured out what had hit him and effectivly got his arm stuck... then she burst into a much louder round of laughter. It wasn't until he opened his mouth again, that she quieted and brought watering eyes to him. That same threat again... She couldn't hide the bitter grin that crept to her lips as she righted herself. "Such a spoil sport..."

Approaching the doorway, she stopped and turned as the alarm finally sprang to life, before her eyes caught sight of her babies heading her way in a cluster. She knelt, extended a hand, and allowed them to crawl back on and get comfy for the ride that was to come- all the while entangling threads in her mouth quickly to fashion a short rope of sorts, whip like in appearance if her tongue would allow. Not wanting to try to talk with her mouth full, Megan stood and turned to follow her new friends lead, whatever that turned out to be...

There was something patently hilarious about the furred mutant screaming his ass off like a little girl. Did it happen that her nemesis had a tiny little spider phobia? And here Meld was with her newest mutant friend who just happened to have a mutation that allowed her to control spiders. Oh the delicious irony. Of course, things would have seemed a lot more amusing had the situation not suddenly turned from one of minor theft to one where there may be potential risks to her life. Maybe museum security wouldn't use lethal force immediately in normal circumstances, but if any of them watched the news regularly or were in conversation with the police, they might very well recognize her face (or clawed limbs for that matter) and start shooting before asking questions. And Meld did not like the prospect of being shot at at all.

The fire alarm began screaming and Meld was powerless to do anything at all about it. She growled under her breath in irritation. Soon people would start appearing and that would mean either they would get hurt or worse or she would and she didn't particularly want either of those things to occur. "Maybe you believe you're human but how many of those humans out there believe it? How many, instead, believe you're some kind of mutant animal who deserves to be put down? The sooner you realize that's exactly what many of them do believe, the better off you'll be." Meld seriously contemplated taking a swipe at Anthony right then and there. After all, just because she had prohibitions against killing mutants didn't mean that she couldn't defend herself or take a little revenge. It was just a shame that fuzzy limbs didn't sound very useful. But, alas, the more pressing matter was getting out and taking out her frustrations on fuzzy boy just wasn't practical. Another time. Oh, most certainly another time.

Meld put her hand into one of her deep pockets and came out with a metal gauntlet, complete with clawed fingers that very closely resembled those of her metal hand. She slipped it onto her blue veined mutant hand and began walking towards the window. "Megan, we need to get out of here before the cops start arriving. Can you climb walls or use your webs to get yourself to the ground?" She looked out the window, guessing that they were about 2 stories off the ground meaning if need be she could jump. Knowing that the window was not likely to be one that could open too easily, she took aim with her tail and struck like a scorpion, shattering the window and resulting in shards of glass raining onto the floor.

Megan was decently cute, in a disturbing way, when she smiled. But as the cluster of spiders proceeded back to their Hive Overlord, Anthony notched back his estimation. He'd rather have carnal relations with Meld and and her razors.

"Maybe you believe you're human but how many of those humans out there believe it? How many, instead, believe you're some kind of mutant animal who deserves to be put down? The sooner you realize that's exactly what many of them do believe, the better off you'll be."

Anthony smiled and repressed a giggle. Anthony muttered to himself. "Like I care."
As Meld began to size up her opponent, the venerable Glass Window, Anthony did smile. He'd opened a door, and she wanted to break out. "And I'm the irrational one." He shook his head and chuckled. Breaking glass didn't sound quite so loud under the alarm racket.

Shattering glass; Megan's eyes whipped Melds way as she knocked out a window with her frightening tail. She would have grinned, as climbing was one of her favorite past times, but her mouth was currently full. Dear Meldy was much more fun than Mr. Fuzzybum... She spat out her length of rope, after having let it lengthen quite a bit, and tested in her hands. Stretchy... yet strong. Just perfect. With her makeshift rope in her hands, she spat a sticky patch of webbing on one end and left the rest smooth silk.

"I'm up for scaling walls, taking the stairs is what they'd expect us to do." She sidled up to Melds side with a grin, and fastened one end of her rope around A display table next to the window, then slapped the stick end of the rope to the wall for added security. Wrapping the length of the thread around her fore arm, she stepped up to the window and kicked the jagged pieces of glass out, before turning to salute Meld. "Meet you at the bottom!" She paused with her foot on the window sill, "Adieu, Mr. Davis."

She sent a swift and dramatically blown kiss his way, then hopped out the window and planted her feet on the outside wall- shimmying her way down to the stairs below where she could cheat and hop rails. It only took a few moments of uncertain foot and hand holds before she was safely on the outside stairwell, and on her way down to the street below to wait for her new robotic friend...

Meld proceeded to ignore Anthony, except to ensure that he didn't become a further threat. He had all ready proven himself to be more than a nuisance and she wasn't about to take the risk that he could do more damage yet, to their getaway. As she broke through the window, she kept her tail trained on him, blinking every few seconds to keep track of his movements. "I hope you don't find out first hand what its like to be blamed for a crime that you didn't commit just because you're a mutant," she told him in her sweetest voice. That would be true irony right there.

Meld was impressed with Megan's web spinning capabilities, though it wasn't the most appropriate time to say so. Once they were safely away from the museum and the potential police pursuit, then she'd express her feelings on the matter. Until that time, however, the most important things was escape. With one final wave at Anthony, Meld stepped over to the window and dug her claws into the wall of the museum. Brick was such a lovely material, much easier to climb up and down than some, though not as easy as wood.

Meld wasn't the fastest when it came to scaling walls, and certainly not as fast as Megan on her remarkable rope, but she went down surely and without pause until she, too, reached the stairs that led to the ground. Up above her a trail of claw marks could be seen leading down to the stairs. So the police might be able to track her this far, its not like it really mattered much anyway. Once she got moving she wouldn't be trackable. "I have a safehouse I've used in the past. We could go there until police activity dies down then you can return to wherever you call home." Her safehouse was really just an old abandoned werehouse but she and Aura had used it more than once in the past and it served its purpose well.

She glanced up from trying to wipe a few bothersome strands of web from her hands onto her jeans. God, it could be so friggen sticky sometimes... Meld started off, and Megan followed, casting a quick glance over her shoulder as she moved. What a disaster... a fake spider had been her trophy. "Oh, a safehouse?" Her mind wandered back to old movies- a small broken down house on a deserted road, with curtains drawn aside and tommy guns pointed out windows just in case the coppers show up. Good times, good times.

"I see..." She also couldn't help but imagine Meld with a top hat and a cape, running with a hostage over her shoulder towards a set of train tracks and a chug-chug-chugging train on its way. She didn't seem to have a personality to match that image though, so she would have to leave it in her imagination banks for later. "Sounds good to me." Another moment of thinking to herself brought up more questions, and she blinked.

"Say, what brought you to the museum anyway, Meld? And how did you know Mr. FuzzyButt back there?" She got the impression from their banter that they went back a good deal, but didn't want to assume anything (or mention it for that matter) in case he was an vexed ex boy toy or something. If that were the case, it would make sense. Their brief talk had held more than enough cause to ruin any relationship.... 'or maybe he just refused to shave for her....' Megan smirked at her own thoughts...

((To Goosey: If you want to add and exit for Mr. Davis feel free. I didn't know if you intended to post again or not. ))

Meld began leading the way away from the museum. "Any protests to borrowing a car? The safe house is a little ways away." Too far to walk and she didn't really feel like dealing with the subway at that moment. While her face (or more accurately her metal limbs) were fairly commonly known, the risk went up when the police were in active pursuit. Besides, her electric hand made it ridiculously easy to steal cars since all she had to do was find one that happened to be unlocked (or smash a window) and touch the ignition. Voila, car for the taking!

"Honestly, I came because I wanted to see the spider exhibit," Meld answered with a shrug. In a way it was a little amusing to think of. Of all the times she had decided to go out into the city, with absolutely no intents of doing anything illegal, she had gone to see spiders. Not only that, but somehow she had ended up doing something illegal anyway, though at least no one had died this time. How did she end up walking into these things?

"As for FuzzyButt over there, we only met once and he didn't exactly seem to approve of my philosophies on mutants and humans." In fact, it had been more than that. The firs time Meld had met Anthony a few deaths had resulted. It wasn't her fault that some anti-mutant bigots had decided that it would be a good idea to insult and attack her and her party, was it? There could only be one suitable reaction to such an event and that was the death of her enemies.

Meld pointed at a nearby car that looked to suite their purposes well. It was old and starting to rust, which meant there was a better chance that it would be unlocked because it meant its owners didn't care and didn't expect anyone to try and jack it. Even if it was locked, it meant the chances of there being an alarm on the vehicle were slim to none making window smashing all the easier.

Megan grinned, and fell into step behind the woman. "No complaints here, can we lift something spiffy? Maybe one of those cars that jerks who think they're better than everyone drive?" She had in mind a nice red sports car, maybe a corvet or something, and sighed contently. She could see that spending time with Meld was going to be fruitful.

"Spiders are as good a reason as any, more interesting than a bunch of old fossils." She blinked, grin widening when Meld repeated her pet name for the fuzzy man, and nodded her head. "So he's a goody twoshoes then? Always such a kill joy..." She glanced to where the woman pointed, blinked, and frowned for a moment before shrugging. Oh well... a rusty car was as good as a new car when it came to escaping. Hopefully it still ran though...

"Well, scratch the sports car. A tin can with wheels will do the same job I guess. Maybe the guy who owns it kicks puppies." They closed in on the car, and Megan slapped her hands above her brow to peer inside. It was dirty... the backseat was full of trash... and she could see empty soda cans scattered around on the floor. "Ew... A slob owns this trash heap. Standing straight, she tapped the window next to the door lock, pointing to its locked position. "It's locked though."

She briefly considere sending in a few spiders in order to pop the lock open, but paused. Why should she have to do any work, when there was a living, breathing can opener standing right next to her? "How do we go about getting it open? Want me to smash in a window with a rock?" She glanced about for said rock, and wrinkled her nose. Stealing things was a lot harder than she had first thought.

"Sports cars often have alarms which can't be disabled until we're actually inside the car," Meld answered apologetically. As fun as it might be to steal such a thing, it just wasn't practical. "Plus, we need to go unnoticed. Expensive cars attract attention." She had long ago learned the merits of remaining unseen, even if she wasn't much able to do so in her day to day life any longer.

"Definitely a goody two shoes," Meld replied with a grimace of distaste. Of course, maybe the first encounter was understandable in the way he had reacted, considering she had killed people that day but each and every one of them were deserving of it. After all, it was them that started the battle, not her. She had just finished it and showed them exactly why it wasn't smart to mess with a mutant.

Meld found the suggestion of throwing a rock at the window of her chosen vehicle rather humorous. Was she not the mutant cyborg? With a smirk she forced her metal arm right through the window, causing the glass to shatter and go everywhere. Reaching inside she pulled the lock mechanism up and brushed the glass off the seat. She then reached over and unlocked the passenger side door as well.

"You ready?" Meld asked, climbing in and touching the ignition with her mutant hand. The car rumbled into life, sounding a little unhealthy but it wasn't like they needed to go far anyway. She waited for Megan to join her before driving off.

"Well damn." She started, pouting just a little. "Maybe we should go back and jack fuzzy bums car." She curved the end of the statement with a hint of humor, and resisted the urge to clap when Meld shattered the window with one swift blow. She defiantly had a useful mutation, whatever it happened to be under all of that weaponry. Megan watched, highly amused, as the woman moved around and let herself in, then started the car. Even without the help of movie magic or spy tools!

She slipped in though her own door, kicking a few things out of the way with her foot, then settled down, and buckled in. "Ready when you are, Meld." She purred, patting the dirty dashboard in front of her with a hand that she had sucked into her jacket. "Don't let me forget to come back though, my scooter is somewhere out in the boonies of the parking lot." Blue eyes rolled to the ceiling, and she scrunched her nose.

"I'll be P***ed if it gets towed." She crossed her arms behind her head and hooked one leg over the other. A nice car ride with someone who had been willing to help her salvage her completely failed spider snatching attempt? Not the most horrible thing in the world. The failed mission left her with other things to think about as well. Mainly what had gone wrong, how she had muddled things up, and how in the future she could prevent herself from falling into the same problem.

First off, she would seriously have to sit down and think plans through in the future. No more reading a headline and throwing a half assed missions. Seriously. Also, perhaps giving out her name so freely was a bad idea... She could imagine what type of trouble that would cause when it came to work and her social life.... She'd have to remedy that somehow too. For the moment though, she was stealing a car with a new... er... acquaintance. No need to dwell on problems of the future, when she had a robot woman to bail her out of trouble... Hopefully.

"So, this warehouse. It's used often I take it?"