Omen drove fast through dark city streets. She didn't know what time it was, she didn't care. She'd left the coast for a while, laid low while the registration act went into place. IT took a hell of alot of face paint to get back in undetected. A few lives were lost but she didn't give a damn.
Right now, now that she was back in New York she wanted to find Syn. She'd left so fast she was sure the young woman was angry at her. Omen slowed to a stop in mid Manhattan, passing by a bar called 'The Dead Poet.'

I could use a drink... she thought to herself and parked her bike. She walked calmly in, blue skin and pitch black eyes out for all to see. She sat down at the bar. "Corona with lime, please." she requested.

The man looked at her, vexed. "We don't serve your kind here."
"My kind? Women?" she smirked, her head still low, her black locks falling into her eyes.
"Mutants." the man grumbled. He was short and bald, she'd have fun with him but he was no challenge. She looked around the bar for any uniformed officers. Then she glanced outside at her bike. Easy getaway if need be.

"I don't see why. I didn't do anything to you." she leaned over the counter, her full bosom rounding out on the hard wood. "Corona with lime, please."
"I told you." the man's voice wavered a little. "We don't serve your-" She grabbed him by his shirt collar and a few of the men in the bar stood.

"Racism is an ugly color on you." she spat and threw him back where he stumbled into the counter and a few glasses fell to the ground.

The men around stood up and went charging at her but she held up a hand and a dark ball formed in it. It stretched itself into a staff and she swung it at their legs making two out of three men fall to the ground. The third tackled her to the ground, holding her down by her shoulders and pressing his weight against her. She laughed and darkness rose from around her body, slamming into him and knocking him from her. She got up and sat down at the bar again. The dark staff smoking into thin air.

"I'm not interested in hurting you. I just want a beer." she put a five dollar bill on the counter. "A corona with lime?" This time the man heeded to her request.

A hooded man sat near the back of the bar barely visible through the atmosphere of smoke and moment of people. As the scuffle began, he made no move to eneter. He sat back as the woman quickly subdued were attackers. It wasn't like she needed any help.

"Wow, girl's got some talent." Garth murmurred to himself as he grabbed his beer and made his way up to the bar. Sitting next to Omen, he turned towards her. His face set in that evil grin.

"Why do you have to scare the poor humans like that? It makes it so hard for the rest of us." Garth said jokingly.

Omen pushed the lime further into the bottle until it hit the golden liquid and fizzed. She sipped it and smiled at the man beside her.

"Racism, if there is one thing I can't stand is racism. Godless Pricks." she sipped her beer again and shook her head, her hair fell into her eyes but she didn't seem to care.

Garth smirked at her comment. Taking a drink from his beer, Garth's eyed the black-haired girl beside him. Most mutants now a-days had all gone into hiding. The restrition bill made them all scared, they cowered in the night like mice. This one however did not seem to mind the danger. Something Garth was happy to see in a fellow mutant.

"So do you have a name along with those powers?"

She swiveled in the chair to face him, leaning against the counter. With her coat open he would be able to see a very attractive body would go with the name. She sipped her beer again.

"Omen." she said simply. Then she gave him a look to indicate he would get no more information from her without giving some as well. She wanted a name from him too.

If anyone could have seen his eyebrows, they would have noticed them raise considerably. Smiling, he drank the remnants of his beer before conintinuing.

"Well, my name is Garth, but for partical uses, you can call me Shade."

Omen took another sip of her beer, no this was more than a sip she almost finished it. She looked at the bartender who quickly opened another one for her even though she made no sign of paying. She didn't stop looking so he opened another beer for Shade.

She laughed a little after she turned away. "After they're scared, they're hilarious." She finished her beer and picked up the new one, pushing the lime in but not drinking it. "Why shade?" she asked simply, seeming uncaring about whether he explained or not.

"Thank you." Shade said srcastically to the bartender before turning back to Omen.

"Well if it was a little darker in here, I could show you." He said simply. It wasn't something he liked explaining. It was much easier just showing them.

Omen was very casual as the room darkened. She didn't want to scare the humans, they wouldn't be able to see if she used full force. Due to the fact that this was cold dark matter, temperature dropped a little too but still not enough to really disturb the others in the bar. Omen was afraid but she knew how easily she could get kicked out and captured...or how easily they could try to capture her.

"Dark enough?" she asked, sipping her beer again.

As the lights dimmed, Shade suddenly disappeared from view. It's not that he really wanted to, he just did.

"Perfect." The words seemed to materialise from nowhere. Taking this time to 'jump', Garth moved to the other seat next to Omen. The human who had recently been there had abandoned it after the brief fight.

While Omen could see perfectly in the dark, Shade moved much too fast for her to tell where he'd gone. She let the darkness lift and the light and warmth came back into the room. The bartender looked at her irritably but she was more concerned with where Shade had gone off too, she'd just met him, she knew better than to trust him.

She felt him on the other side of her and swiveled in the seat. Her look of shock turned into one of amusement. "Shadow teleportation?" she asked.

Shade winked back into view as the lights were brightened back to their normal glow.

"Do you mind?" Shade said to the bartender jestering towards his beer. The old man moved pretty quick for his age as he put the beer back in front of Shade. Taking a swig, he let out a laugh at Omen.

"You like?"

Omen laughed a little. "I do. I'm a little jealous actually. For the longest I thought I'd be able to do it one day until I found out how my powers worked. I've accepted that's not in the cards for me." she took another sip of her beer.

"We're freaking out the locals. I do it for fun. What are you doing in here?" she asked. Again she seemed like she was indifferent for an answer. There was something about her...

"Oh you know...just hanging out, grabbing a beer or two. Of course, I was also looking for an attractive female to walk and pummel some big, burly guys." Shade said with a grin. He took a drink from the beer before conintuing.

"What exactly was that black stuff you used anyway?"

Omen laughed sincerely. "Well, you may or may not have found the right girl."

"It's dark matter, the stuff in space. I read a book on it once, the cold dark matter or CDM is what I use to darken the room. When there's alot of it no one can see through it, well, except for me. Even people with nightvision have trouble. The HDM, Hot dark matter is what I made that staff with, it travels farther and can do more damage." she sipped her beer and shifted on the chair. "Takes a lot of energy to make big solid objects though."

Quite randomly, as if almost getting bored with the conversation. "Are you registered?"