((Okay I have decided to do an offical time jump to 2 weeks after KP))

Today normally would have been a big day for Emerald Lupin, it was the day of her race. But instead when she walked up to she gate at the tracks it was locked quickly in front of her by one of her friends.

"Marty what the hell are you doing?" Emerald demanded, pounding onto the gate with her fist. "You know I have a race today!"

"Not anymore kiddo." The older man replied, rubbing his beard. "You have been banned from racing for your affiliation with mutants and the fact that you yourself are one."

Emerald's eyes widened in fury as she snarled at him. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She growled at him pounding on the gate till her knuckles started to bleed.

The wolf girl was enraged, not only were her winnings from the race cut off but now she couldn't even race anymore. She walked away from the gate in a huff, heading straight toward the gym. As she walked through the streets of New York the sea of people parted upon seeing the fiery red head in such a huff. When someone noticed her tail and began whispering to their friend, she whipped her head around, shooting them a glare that could freeze water.

Emerald didn't even bother to suit up she just went straight to the punching bag. She put her stuff down over to the side and began her normal training.

left hook
Right hook
left jab
Right jab
roundhouse left kick
Roundhouse right kick.

This continued for about ten minutes and with each punch she got more and more viscous. She began to snarl and claw at the punching bag before finally it was flung off the chain, hitting the wall with a thud.

Emerald lunged at it, punching and kicking it, giving it a good bite or two before getting off. The people around her stared and she shot them the same glare.

In an attempt to cool down the wolfess went to her favorite place, The Shave Ice cart of twenty second street. She got a root beer one mixed with a bit of cherry, her favorite. She leaned against the wall eating it, clenching her still bleeding, and bruised knuckles.

It was easy to see she wasn't as angry as she was upset, but right now she sort of wish she had someone to talk to.

Rupert was a coffee whore. He knew it. He admitted it. He embraced it. There wasn't anything more mentally soothing to do on a lunch break than to take your cup of coffee out for a walk. And that's exactly what he was doing, on Second Street, when he saw a tail.

...A tail. Great.

He followed the tail up to its owner. Oceanwolf.

...Oceanwolf. Great. Unlike their last meeting, back at the cave, he had his cell phone with him. Her arrest was just a speed-dial away.

...A speed-dial, and a drawn-out brawl between the police force and the wolf mutant in the middle of a crowded New York street. Great.

Rupert watched her from down the street, sipping his coffee. She looked so young. It was hard to mesh the image of this cute teenager eating something from an ice cream cart with the murderess clearly described in his files. Cut off the tail and shear off the ears, and she'd just be a normal teenager. He wondered if she ever wished for that.

...He was getting sentimental. Great.

With a sigh, and no clear idea what he was starting, Rupert approached the girl. "Couldn't you at least hide the tail?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. He sounded almost friendly. The last time that they had spoken... had honestly been pretty good. Rupert had gotten to vent a hellava lot of pent-up frustrations at the wolf. Anger issues: something they shared.

Emerald caught his scent before he got near her. As he made the comment about the tail she tucked it neatly into her pants again. She just didnt care sometimes though, humans could be so inconsiderate sometimes.

The wolf girl let out a deep sigh, glancing over at Rupert in the middle of the best shave Ice ever. She swallowed and put the spoon back into the the styrofoam cup.

"If you want to harass me about my tail that fine just go ahead and get it over with, im not having a good day today grizzly bear.' Emerald sighed, she looked at him curiously. "Want some shave Ice before you begin the rant?"

((Oy Calley Emmy's ears arent fury, they are slightly pointed.))

((ooc: Ah! Thank you for telling me! I think it's time I re-read your profile again. )

Rupert was just about to begin ranting--he was even drawing in a breath for it--when the offer for the shave ice came. He let out the breath. And then he laughed--a surprisingly bright noise. He'd thought it once, and he'd keep on thinking it: talking to Oceanwolf was far better than talking to his therapist. "Sure." He replied. "Why not." He even left of 'the Hell' from the middle of that sentence--really, he was in a much better mood than the first time he'd spoken with the girl. "What flavor is it?" He took a step towards the shave ice cart, and grabbed an extra spoon from the counter.

Emerald brightened up upon the mention of getting shave Ice. She needed a refil anyways, hers was getting a bit low. She watched as the vendor refilled her root beer shave Ice and added a bit of the cherry ontop.

"Well there is alot of flavors, Rootbeer, Polar Ice which is Blueberry mixed with coconut, Tigers Blood which is papya mixed with cherry and pretty much every flavor you can think of. But since this is your first time here I would recomend the Tigers blood." Emerald smiled

Rupert raised an eyebrow. Well that flavor sounded... morbid. Why. Not. He ordered himself up a Tigers' blood. Whatever that tasted like.

"So what's wrong with you?" He asked bluntly, as he waited by the counter for his cup to get filled. Probably not the best phrasing he could have used--it made it sound like there was something wrong with her, not like there was something upsetting her. He already knew what was wrong with her. She was a mutant freak with a tract record for murder. But what he was asking about was why she looked like even his company was welcome.

Emerald sighed taking a big bite of her shave Ice allowing it to melt in her mouth. It tasted so good and it was the only thing that took the edge off of her. It was also the only thing keeping her from ripping the face of of Rupert.

"They banned me from racing because I am a mutant. It was never a problem before but now with this registration bull going on I cant race anymore. This sucks, they wont even let me touch my other winnings, they froze my sponsers bank account because of me. I want to throttle the person who did this." She replied with a growl. She took another bite of her shave Ice.

She looked over at him, tilting her head to the side a bit. "Im paying for your shave Ice...Its on my account that i have here and I figured you would need some down time now that my older sister is planning on harrasing you alot more."

"Thanks," he said, in response to her offer to pay for his order. He felt odd about it--usually, he was the one offering to pay for things. If she wasn't a mutant, he would have insisted on paying for them both, in fact. But this conversation was awkward enough without him trying to be chivalrous. "That's... too bad," Rupert tried to sound sympathetic. Frankly, if he was a racer, he'd rather not have muties on his track, either. Who knew when they were pulling powers to win. He didn't even touch the topic of the Registration Bill--he knew where she'd stand on that, and she'd have to be brain dead to have missed his stance on the issue. "Is there any kind of mutant-only race circuit for you to--wait, what?" He took his shave ice from the counter, and held it like an idiot. "What was that last bit?" He really, really hoped he'd heard her wrong. He remembered her older sister. Sapphire. He'd been strongly hoping that Sapphire did not remember him.

Emerald smiled lightly at him, wanting to make her tail wag back and forth. She drank a bit of the syurp from her Ice.

"Well my sister told me you would be seeing her quite often. I figured I might as well warn you, Im sure she is just gonna prank you or something, you know like putting a water bucket over your door, stuff like that." Emerald responded, unable to hide her glee.

But her expression darkened a bit. "No there isnt a mutants only, I dont know how they think I would cheat What the hell am I gonna do turn into my wolf form while Im on my bike? Oh that should make the race real easy for me." The wolf girl replied, exasperated

She could cause the other racers to hydroplane and otherwise screw them over with her abilities at water manipulation, but Rupert didn't think that was a wise thing to mention. Not when she was talking about her homicidal older sister visiting him, and smiling about it. Great. That's exactly what he wanted to hear on his lunch break. Really. "...Tell her that I'd just as soon not have her dumping things on my head, would you? And maybe you should start one. A mutant race circuit, I mean. I think that's what the African Americans did when they weren't let into sports, and women, too--they just started their own teams up." And those teams were always regarded as second-class and dead-end, regardless of how good the participants were. But he left off that bit. It had to be better than not doing something you love at all, right?

Emerald thought about it for a moment and nodded a bit. She then growled a bit and rolled her eyes at him.

"Well it would work if I didnt have the money i could use frozen, my Bikes locked up and my Motorcycle on the side of the road somwhere!" She stated with a groan. She placed her head in her hands, leaning her head against her palms.

"It isnt fair, I didnt do anything wrong, all because I was born with this X gene doesnt really make me that diffrent then you flesh bags. Mutants have feelings to." Emerald sighed, leaning up against the wall that was on the side of the cart.

Rupert was tentatively raising a hand towards her shoulder--he wasn't sure what he was going to do with it once it got there; but she looked too distressed for him to just stand there. He was still holding the shave ice in one hand, but it was forgotten. And so were any sympathies he might have had, as soon as the words 'flesh bags' left her mouth. He shook his head slowly, letting his rising disgust show in his eyes. "Don't give me that pity trip, Oceanwolf. You know who had feelings? Those people you killed." He kept his voice down--he wasn't trying to make a scene. But his tone was vehement. "And they had families. Friends. Children, some of them. You're right--you didn't do anything wrong. You're completely damn sparkly-clean, under all the blood."

Emerald whipped her head to Rupert, dark blue eyes cold and calculating. She knew she very well knew what kind of person this man thought she was, but he was wrong.

"What would you do grizzly bear if you were kidnapped, taken away from your family and then forced to do someone elses dirty work. Minor things at first but then one day the boss tells you the training, the brutal training that has scarred your body has been preparing you to become a killer. Would you refuse? What if they started torturing someone you cared for infront of you? They started beating them? Ripping thier flesh open with scapels? Would you still refuse? " Emerald asked him

Rupert could be a cold-hearted bastard when he wanted to be. And right now, that was exactly what he wanted. "Kill the guy who's doing it to you, then. Don't drag other people's lives into your sob story."

"Youre a bastard when you want to be." Emerald growled at him, "Its not a sob story jack ass. Its real stuff! Those people I killed do you think I enjoyed it? I hear thier screams every day I see thier faces! I couldnt have killed Fusionist. He had guards all over him I could never get through. I was never in my right mind when I had to do those things, he drugged me up with chemicals he put in the collars."

Emerald parted her hair so Rupert could see to very larged circle marks on her neck that were almost a blackish blue.

"Do you think I asked to be Fusionists slave?"