As Hunter informed Shana that she had come to the right place he might well have announced she won the lottery. The idea that her choice had been correct alone thrilled the girl. It took her several moments more to consider that the man seemed willing to help. Added on top of that the idea that he could give her confidence was almost to much for her to believe.

So lost in her thoughts was she, that she lost focus, and again her powers decided to play, this time picking up a potted plant and sending it airborne. Shana realized this quickly and tried to correct the issue aiming on of her hands at the plant which was ending it's upward arch. Grabbing it with her mind, she fumbled it a bit before steadying it and trying to bring it back down. Her skill with her powers was slacking however and the plant fell just over the metal mutant beside her. Shana hand flew in front of her mouth as she knew what was going to happen as it came at the metal mutant from above.

"Sorry" shana said quickly obviously embarrassed at her own less of powers."Im telekinetic.....but i am not very good yet..." she said trying to maintain better focus to prevent another accident from happening. It happened a lot to her when she wa snot paying attention to her powers, but that was another issue one that could be solved after the main problem she had and the reason she had come she told herself mentally..

So, it seemed like this Hunter character had a past of violence and had since reformed himself. It was an interesting story with a ring of truth to it. It almost seemed strange that Meld had never met anyone with such a history, or at least never met someone who admitted to such a history. "Does the urge still overtake you? To kill I mean, or just to hurt?" When the urge was at its strongest it was almost impossible to resist. In times like that Meld could only force it into certain constraints, rather than try to resist it entirely.

Meld would have said more but at that moment a potted plant came flying at her. She might not have even noticed the thing, except for her ever present ever blinking tail eye. In a flash of ruby red she saw the object and just barely had time to put her metal arm up to catch the impact of the plant. Pottery shattered and fell to the floor. She had known the woman was a mutant, just hadn't known her powers. Well, now she knew.

"No need to apologize," Meld said with what she hoped would be a sympathetic smile. Sympathetic wasn't something she was very good at but she was at least trying. "Many mutants have problems with their powers early on. With time and practice, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. Plus, there are some advantages to having a metal arm." She laughed just a little, trying to lighten the mood.

Hunter simply smiled at Shana’s unintentional display of power. He’d worked with many mutants in his time and several had had far more dangerous powers than Shana’s with much less control. “Not to worry, we can work on that as well. I’ve trained dozen of mutants in controlling their powers. I know that there tends to be a little collateral damage until it is under control. If you speak to Ellie at the desk she’ll arrange an appointment for you around three o clock tomorrow afternoon if that’s alright. I’ll run a one on one session with you then.”

Turning back to Meld his tone darkened. “Honestly there is a slight urge to kill you now. However this is due to my mutation. Where I human I feel that the compulsion would not be there and unless your mutation demands the death of others I believe I can get you there. Are you free tomorrow at noon?”

"Thank you" she said almost believing this was a dream, here was a guy whose only response seemed to be i can help you with that, or something to that effect. SHe was glad she could be trained by this man, yes he had a bad history, but he had fixed that from what he said and now like her he was pacifistic. Had she learned at the mansion she wa ssure she would of had to fight or attack somthing even if it was a robot.

" you are very kind miss, i am glad i got to meet you, may you find what you seek" she said before turning from them and began to walk out looking back she smiled before speaking again. "Thank you, Sir" she then went to the desk and made her appointment. Walking out she already felt better and excited about what tomorrow would bring. She was glad she had dragged herself to this place, then she recalled the state of her room, and rushed back to the mansion to try and repair what she could of it. "Damn" she said under her breath.

"How old are you?" Meld asked. Something about what he was saying just wasn't adding up. It wasn't that she felt he was lying, he just wasn't saying everything. How was it possible for someone who appeared to be so young to have had so much experience in so many things? Was it even possible for a mutation to keep someone alive for extended periods of time? Perhaps extended life was his mutation.

“Honestly there is a slight urge to kill you now. However this is due to my mutation. Where I human I feel that the compulsion would not be there and unless your mutation demands the death of others I believe I can get you there. Are you free tomorrow at noon?”

Meld arched an eyebrow. Well, that was certainly an unexpected and honest thing to say. She smirked and nodded her agreement, suddenly more intrigued by the man than ever. "I'll be there. I have to admit, I don't think I've ever had someone simply admit that they had an urge to kill me, slight or not. Or rather, never had them admit as much and then not act on it. Maybe something to do with my being a walking weapon, eh?" She flexed a clawed hand.

"Glad to meet you as well, Shana." Meld took out a card from a pocket and handed it to the woman. "I know you live at the Mansion and are all ready getting help from Hunter, here, but I make it a point to help mutants whenever I can. If you ever need anything, feel free to call that number."

Spiritual Balance.
Yeah, right.

Gawain found the flyer in the Mansion foyer, mostly by accident. There were always flyers of all kinds all around. He only picked them up when were colorful enough to draw his attention.
This one wasn't.
That's why the young knight skimmed through it, put it back down, and walked away.

The building, on the other hand.
It contained a s*load of reflecting surfaces.

Actually, it was built of reflecting surfaces. And glass. Mostly glass. If the light was right, a mirrorwalker could walk all over and across the whole thing, wandering from one mirror into another, feeling as if s/he was in a maze.
Gawain only remembered the flyer when he was already inside the building, on one of his dowtown trips, with a strict promise (and a kinghtly oath) that he would not get into trouble this time. He skipped through a few rooms before he realized where he was; after that, he just wandered around.

That is, until he heard people talking.
Walking along the mirrored wall of some kind of a training room, he merged out of his reflection, and continued to walk, as quietly as possible, towards the voices. Walking back into another wall of glass, he turned a corner, and had a nice view of an open door, and the people talking in the room beyond that. The woman looked familiar, from Other Maya's wedding. Probably. Then again, not many women walk around with metal limbs and... was that a tail?

And those who do usually don't go looking for spiritual balance in places like this. Right?

Gawain inched closer, listening to the conversation.

Hunter smiled at Shana as she left saying “See you tomorrow.” Turning back to meld he let out a little chuckle at the question of his age. “I am four hundred and thirty nine years old,” he answered truthfully, “And as impressive as you no doubt are I have little doubt that where I to give in to my compulsion I could kill you. I’ve spent most of my life as a finely tuned killer. Just because I’ve changed doesn’t make those instincts go away.”

He caught a glimpse of someone in the training room. Then what at first appeared to be a shadow moving across the glass walls. When it stopped moving he turned to it as was surprised to see the reflection of young boy. “Hello,” he said with a smile, “Can you step into the room with us or are you just projecting your image?” His tone was light hearted and showed that he didn’t mind the boy sliding along his walls.

Meld waved at Shana as she exited. Hopefully she would see the woman again, probably not unlikely given that they did reside in the same place. She knew only a little of what it must be like to have a power you couldn't control. After gaining her electric hand, many a piece of technology had simply started smoking and stopped working. She had a handle on such things now, more or less, but it hadn't been a very pleasant time back then. She had even considered giving the hand back (not that that was really possible) and getting a regular human hand until such a time as she could build another titanium one. Luckily she hadn't done so, though, and now that she could control it, she was really started to see its uses.

"You're over four hundred years old?" Meld blinked at hunter, disbelief evident in her voice. It wasn't that she thought he was lying, why would someone lie about something so ridiculous as that anyway, it was just that...well, he had just stated he was over four hundred years old. Even the most ardent mutant supporter had cause to think twice about such a statement, didn't they? "I'm not as easy to kill as you think," Meld stated, just a little defensively. Her lethality was one of the few things she was truly proud of, as twisted a fact as she knew that to be.

When Hunter spoke to the image in a mirror, it was the first glimpse Meld had of the fact that there was, indeed, an image in a mirror. She blinked her ruby tail eye at it and was surprised to see someone she recognized, both from around the Mansion and from Ghost's wedding. At least, she was pretty sure the individual had been at Ghost's wedding. She smiled at the stranger as well. It was always a good idea to welcome a fellow mutant.

The two of them, Miss Blinky Tail and the Wise Guy were chatting about killing each other in a friendly manner.
Nah, not creepy at all.

Gawain was about to turn around and walk out, keeping his promise to Twyla... but it was too late, they noticed him, and invited him in the same friendly manner to join the party. Why the heck not. She'd laready danced with Aura, so really. Why the heck not?

"Yeah I can" he nodded, stepping out of the mirror and walking up to them (keeping a healthy distance from the tail). Once he was there, he was not really sure what he was supposed to say. I mean no harm would have sounded a bit over the top in the company of those two.

"Hey."

The reaction to his age never stopped being amusing. People really struggled with the concept of time, especially in that large an amount. At fifty he still looked in his twenties, and that was impressive enough. Once over one hundred people really began to be dumbstruck by his age. Now as he neared four and a half centuries old he was almost too old to comprehend.

“I never said you were easy to kill,” Hunter replied with a sad smile. In the past he’d have gone to great lengths to not only explain but to demonstrate how he could have killed Meld. But that was the past, he was a different man now and one of the things he had learned to do was swallow his pride.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Hunter said to the boy who stepped out of the mirror, “So what brings you here? Did you seek to learn anything from me or simply wander along the reflective surfaces of my new home?” Hunter was smiling as he asked, showing that he didn’t mind if the boy simply wanted to wonder around.

It was fascinating to watch someone literally emerge from inside of a mirror. Truly, mutations were amazing things. What must it be like to be able to go just about everywhere one wanted to with such ease? Meld, while fairly adept at breaking and entering when the need arose, was still nevertheless limited to more conventional means of entrance and exit. Well, perhaps not quite conventional since she was also rather adept at climbing walls and entering through windows, but that wasn't nearly as simple as simply walking out of a mirror.

Well, at least Hunter admitted that he didn't think she'd be easy to kill. In that case it seemed like ego speaking, the fact that he thought himself better than she was in the field of battle. Maybe he'd earned it, having lived for so long, but maybe he also hadn't seen her fight. It might be an interesting excercise, sometime in the future, to actually test his skills a little bit in a sparring match. Nothing lethal, of course, but still. Most interesting thoughts indeed.

Meld noticed the rather dubious look her tail got and smirked, intentionally blinking her ruby eye at the newcoming again. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Meld." She extended her mutant hand with the glowing blue veins at newcomer for shaking. "I believe I've seen you around."

>>“Pleasure to meet you. So what brings you here? Did you seek to learn anything from me or simply wander along the reflective surfaces of my new home?”

Learn what?...

"I was jus' passing through" Gawain smirked. And through and through. He didn't need to know that. Maybe there were things he could teach him. Maybe not. Maybe he had too many classes he was not attending as it was right now...
"Nice place though."

>>"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Meld. I believe I've seen you around."

"At the wedding, right?" Gawain smiled, shaking her hand without a blink. There was no way these two could intimidate him just because they had some freaky powers. Besides, someone who had been invited to Maya's wedding can't be all that bad.

"Gawain. Nice to meet you too, miss."

It seemed that Meld and the young man knew one another from a wedding. “Why thank you Gawain, I thought so too when purchasing it. You are welcome to explore my home at your leisure, though I’d appreciate it as a courtesy to me if you would let me know when you come to wonder round. Having you step out of the mirror in the middle of a meditation session is going to put many people off,” he said with a smile.

Briefly Hunter wondered if it was the wedding of anyone he knew. If it was he doubted they would want to see him. He doubted anyone he knew before leaving would want to see him. Except maybe Zephyr but the mercenary’s interest would soon disappear once he knew Hunter no longer had the wealth he once had.

Meld didn't know a whole lot about Gawain but first impressions always relayed a lot of information about a person. For example, she got the immediate impression that the newcomer didn't hold a lot of value in the whole philosophy that said private homes should not merely be entered without first asking permission. Then again, maybe it went without saying since he actually could enter homes without getting permission and, quite likely, without anyone being the wiser.

"I was at the wedding," Meld agreed blandly. That had been a good night, one of the better in recent memory. That was the night she had met and been so very charmed by Pluto. She didn't want to think about Pluto just then and the confusing array of emotions that accompanied that train of thought, however.

Somehow Meld could imagine the image of Gawain interrupted a meditation session through a mirror and the resulting startled reactions. it was an amusing thoughts. "Do you just help mutants, Hunter, or do you help anyone?"

>>“Why thank you Gawain, I thought so too when purchasing it. You are welcome to explore my home at your leisure, though I’d appreciate it as a courtesy to me if you would let me know when you come to wonder round. Having you step out of the mirror in the middle of a meditation session is going to put many people off,”

He was too charming for a killer. Gawain didn't really know how to deal with that. The kind of violence he was used to usually included bruises, broken bones and smashed glass. And certainly no invitation along the lines of 'feel free to sneak into my home if you want to'.
And disturb meditation.
The corner of Gawain's mouth twitched at that mental image.

"I'll try not to disturb anyone." he agreed cheerfully.

>>"Do you just help mutants, Hunter, or do you help anyone?"

Ooh, now ther was an interesting question. The answer given to it would speak volumes about this Hunter guy, and the whole place he was running, with the mirrors and all. Gawain tilted his head, remembering the flyer.

"Is it true that you are training people in martial arts?"