The bustling lights and sounds of Time’s Square should have scared Agnes Nicholas, but it didn’t. If she had been asked a year ago, though, she would have indeed been too scared to come out, for fear of running into her parents, or their disciples, or just people in general. When living on the streets, she absolutely hated the idea of having to be around bustling crowds, mainly because she knew what they were capable of doing; not only to those people who lives on the fridges but to one another. It was a mess that she never wanted to embroil herself within.

But such was no longer the case. Her life had hit a complete reversal. She was at the Xavier mansion, she had money to call her own, she was getting and education and she had a love of her life. All in all, Agnes was actually doing pretty good. That was why, despite the visible mutation of her iridescent wings, Agnes enjoyed her time out and cared little about what people were thinking about her.

She accepted herself and everyone else you have a problem with that were just going to have to deal with it. Besides, she was on a special mission today: a gift for Rebecca. With Finals nearing their ugly head, Agnes wanted to buy a gift for Rebecca just to show how proud she was of her. Rebecca had applied to Colombia and had even gotten accepted! It was so exciting! She needed to show her how happy she was that she was beginning to achieve her dreams.

Maybe she could get her a nice collection of things? Trinkets, souvenirs she could send home to her parents in Scotland, plus some extra special gifts just for her? That sounded like a good plan to the young runaway.

Strolling down the sidewalk, Agnes, dressed in simple jeans, a t-shirt, and her modified denim jacket; she tried to keep her fly wings pressed flat against her back in order to prevent them from nudging or fluttering against people, or getting caught on something. They could support her but boy, were they sensitive. She accidentally bent one in her sleep once and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She learned from that mistake so now she always tried to keep her wings flat.

In silence, she kept herself as she walked, eyeing business around her, looking for something adequate enough to hold her attention and maybe browse. So far it was looking a bit overwhelming, but she didn’t give up. After all, she couldn’t just except something interesting to fall into her lap, could she?

Between training for the circus and beginning to learn martial arts and combat, Skydancer didn't tend to have a lot of spare time. She put in hours at the circus facilities, slowly and painfully (sometimes literally) improving her skills and working towards being fit for a live audience. Seperately, both Koga and Aura had been teaching her to better handle herself in a violent situation, through martial arts and whatever other skills happened to be necessary. Life had become busy for her but also full and with a renewed sense of meaning an purpose. What was life, after all, without definitive goals?

One of the tricks in achieving perfection was to work towards that goal at every opportunity, not just when one was in the gym and supposed to be training. Thus, at every opportunity available Skydancer travelled by rooftop, performing jumps, flips and swings wherever and whenever possible. Not only did it help keep her muscles toned and improved her agility, but it helped prepare her for those situations in which she would have to think fast or risk having herself, or others, injured and that just wasn't something she could live with.

On that particular day, Skydancer was intending to purchase something outlandish and flashy to wear when she finally made her live circus debut. There was an art to the circus, she was learning, and part of that art was appearing to be more than human in ways that had nothing to do with being a mutant. She had to create the illusion of being bigger than life, something beyond those in the crowd and part of creating that illusion was to find the perfect outfit to compliment her purple skin. She was the only purple performer there and she intended to make the most of it.

Another jump, accompanied by a flip, and Skydancer decided to ascend to the ground. Only a story above the earth, she mentally judged the distance between her current roof and the one she was aiming for, which also happened to have a convenient fire escape ladder. She ran, leapt...and misjudged her landing. Instead of landing gracefully on the next rooftop, she landed, stumbled, lost her footing and, in an effort to retain it, went right over the edge on the other side of the rather thin building.

Tubes splayed everywhere around her and Skydancer's whole body ached with the impact. She saw stars in front of her eyes and it took minute for them to clear and for her to realize exactly what had happened. She wasn't on top of a building anymore. She was on the ground. Surrounded by people. On top of someone...Yup, clearly she had fallen squarely on some poor stranger and if she hadn't been so bruised and disoriented, she might have thought to actually move and then apologize.

It was supposed to be an easy trip but this souvenir hunt for Rebecca’s parents was proving to be far more problematic than she could have ever assumed. Suddenly she was now trying to find which of the many statue of liberty mini statues were A) cheapest and B) didn’t look cheapest! It was proving to be far more difficult than she ever could have imagined. But Agnes decided to press on. After all, she was not going to allow herself to be defeated in this endeavor. She saw a clear picture in her head of what she wanted to find, she just needed to not give up and to keep trying to figure it out.

She rounded a corner and decided to check another shop. Oh! This one had pretty snow globes. They were plastic but they were very pretty nonetheless! She hummed to herself, her wings fluttering curiously whenever she spotted something that interested her. Just as she knelt down to pick out an item to check out, some cleared their throat next to her.

“Ahem, excuse me?”

Agnes straightened up and spied that she was blocking the way of a pair of men trying to carrying a large piece of trash into the alley. The young runaway quickly uttered her apology and slipped out of the way, accidentally moving herself into the alley in order to both give them room and to avoid standing in the middle of the busy sidewalk.

As the men offered their thanks (and apologies for inconveniencing her), Agnes simply smiled and nodded as she made sure she was out of their way. But, just as she was about to return to looking at the pretty snow globes…the sky fell…

Agnes had ready the story “Chicken Little” but she had never thought much of it. After all, who would be silly enough to think that the sky was actually falling on their heads? That was lunacy! But in that fraction of a second, in that moment when she held a heavy object collide with her from above, Agnes could have sworn that, indeed, the sky was falling.

She collapsed into a heap, momentarily blacking out as the pain that shot through her radiated out into every part of her body. She felt the cool, rough touch of the concrete, and the heavy weight of something upon her back, even one of her wings was jutted out into an awkward angle and kept fluttering as she tried to recognize what had happened it to her. A crowd started to gather (she could head the footsteps), and her breathing was growing far more labored that she would have liked.

Agnes Nicholas, groaned as she tried to move, tried to rid herself of the fallen sky that had pinned her so effectively to the ground, so that she could announce that, indeed, the sky was falling…the sky was falling…

Why did these things always seem to happen to her. Skydancer was pretty sure she hadn't heard of any other mutants be so clumsy as to fall off a roof and crash into another person, right in the middle of one of the most public places in the city. The returning awareness of where, exactly she was and why shocked her into jumping to her feet, despite the ache of protest along her entire body.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry I wasn't paying enough attention and I feel. Oh dear, are you ok? Is anything broken? Can I help?" Skydancer was sufficiently mortified at what she had done that it took her a moment to realize that she hadn't landed on top of just anyone, but on top of a fellow mutant. She had what appeared to be insect wings on her back and Skydancer was fairly certain they would be magnificent if they weren't currently looking rather crumpled and unhappy along with the crumpled and unhappy woman to accompany them.

That's when she became aware of the mumblings all around her and the crowd the two of them had begun to attraction. "Mutie" was a word that Skydancer picked out of the crowd more than once and she felt a cold shiver run down her body as she remembered the time when she had been imprisoned for her mutation and almost sacrificed simply because she had been spotted as a mutant. There was a closed ring of people milling about, muttering to themselves and pointing in the direction of the pair of them. The crowd seemed to be going.

"Um, I'm really sorry but I'm not sure this is the best place for us right now. Can you walk?" Skydancer spoke low in hopes that the crowd wouldn't be able to pick out her words. She sent a furtive glance around, trying to pinpoint a way of escape. Her exposed tubes made a loose circle around her body as she began thinking defensively.

Agnes…hurt. Whatever had fallen on her had been pretty big, at least the size of a human. Come of think of it, it felt pretty human too. Had someone actually fallen on her?! Agnes struggled to move, as she could see and hear the sounds of the coming pedestrians. Really she did not want to stick around for any Q & A but whatever had fallen on her was not moving, or even uttered an apology! So Agnes wiggled a little more (making soreness rip throughout her body) as he tried to move out from underneath this person.

It only took a couple of seconds though before it seemed that this person finally grasped what they had done. Suddenly the weight was lifted and Agnes breathed in a sigh of relief.

“Ooowwww…” she groaned.

>> "Oh no, I'm so sorry I wasn't paying enough attention and I fell. Oh dear, are you ok? Is anything broken? Can I help?"

“Just…every bone in my body,” she mumbled.

Though Agnes was surprisingly not in that much pain, she really did feel sore. Slowly she moved herself into a sitting position. Her wings, slightly crumpled, fluttered a bit and attempted to straighten themselves out. Those were probably the most sore since they could indeed be sensitive. But they didn’t feel completely broken. But she obviously was not able to tell right now. She was going to have wait until she straightened up and tried to flex her wings some.

Unfortunately, before she could attempt this, she noticed the ring of people that had surrounded them. A glance up and the shy runaway blinked as she noticed the various expressions that flashed across their faces. Many were curious, some were concerned, but it was obvious that a couple of them were a little disgusted by the sight of the mutant. At least that is what she assumed when she heard the word “muties” being uttered.

Wait…plural? She blinked as she turned and—

Wow…that’s really purple… she thought to herself.

>> "Um, I'm really sorry but I'm not sure this is the best place for us right now. Can you walk?"

“Um…yeah, I-I think so,” she said as she slowly moved onto her feet amidst groans and winces.

Luckily nothing felt broken except for her pride. Once she straightened up, though she finally understood the full extent of this woman’s mutation. The purple skin was only one part of it, the rest were the various tubes that were extending out from her body in a loose circle. That certainly was quite interesting. She blinked, though she glanced around at the group of people. Many started to wander away once it was proven that both girls were fine, but others were still narrowing their eyes at them in a rather threatening away. As if it was their fault that they didn’t break their necks or something and make two less mutants in the world.

Agnes nodded through as she took a step away from the crowd, noticing the gap that two old women had left when they wandered off. The runaway took the woman by the arm and motioned to the gap and to the open sidewalk beyond it.

“I think you are right, maybe we should go,” she implored.

Mostly all Skydancer wanted was to be able to live in peace and be free to pursue her skills and maybe perform in front of a crowd every once and a while. Perfection was something she strove for always, but not something she expected to simply be given to her because what would be the point then? Peace was different, however, as it was something that every single person should have the right to. One shouldn't have to work for peace, peace should just happen. Unfortunately, when it came to those who had the misfortune to become visible mutants, it wasn't always something to be counted upon.

The one Skydancer had accidentally fallen upon seemed find, if somewhat sore which was understandable given the circumstances. General lack of serious injury meant maybe (hopefully) she'd actually be forgiven for her momentary instance of unfortunate clumsiness. Skydancer herself was more than a bit sore, although nothing was broken, shattered or otherwise seriously hampering of her mobility. Which was a very good thing, given the nature of the crowd around them.

Now that both mutants were back on their feet, the crowd appeared to be dispersing somewhat, which should have been a good thing. Unfortunately, those who were left didn't exactly look to be the most friendly and as neutral faces began leaving, openly hostile faces began taking their places and closing in. Skydancer looked around nervously, feeling more and more certain that they weren't about to get out of this without form of violence breaking out.

"I hope those wings of yours offer some sort of defence," Skydancer spoke to the woman in a voice just barely above a whisper. She followed the other mutant towards the gap in the crowd, which disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared to begin with. That's when she spotted the first thrown object, a paper coffee cup that sailed just over her right shoulder. Violence, it seemed, was the name of this newest game.

>> “I hope those wings of yours offer some sort of defence,"

Agnes really did not like the sound of that. Her world was switching out simply too fast around her. First she was simply walking along, trying to get out of the way of some movers, then someone falls on her, and now a crowd is gathered, with many people who look like they wanted nothing more than to drive her into the ground and kill her! It was simply not right! Hadn’t she been through enough in the past two minutes? But apparently the answer to that was no because, as Agnes tried to make her way towards the opening that she had seen, it was quickly covered up by more bodies.

Slurs like “mutie” were being shot at both she and the young purple woman again and that was immediately beginning to rise Agnes’ dander. The two of them had done absolutely nothing to warrant this discrimination but apparently just having a physical mutation was enough to target them.

Her wings fluttered angrily as she tried to keep herself under control. The last thing she wanted was to unleash her swarm upon a bunch of close-minded, unsuspecting people. But then she saw it, the coffee cup that went soaring through the air. Agnes maneuvered away and watched as it sailed over the other woman’s shoulder. It felt harmlessly to the ground but spilled it contents as well.

Was that coffee hot? Did someone really just try to scald the poor woman when she did absolutely nothing wrong? Agnes narrowed her eyes as that familiar buzzing began to start up in her chest again.

Agnes kept herself next to the young as she tried to eye for some place of escape. She insects could certainly cause enough of a distraction if they needed it.

“Damn it, get out of here!” she suddenly called out to the gather people. “Just leave us alone!”

“No muties!”

“Mutant go home!”

Agnes eyes went wide. She could feel the flies crawling up her throat but before she could release any, she saw the first sign that this was descending to a bad level; a glass bottle was thrown directly at them…

Why did so many people seem to have such a strong resentment of mutants? Skydancer's own family had been the perfect example of tolerance, embracing her both her mutant aunt and, later, her mutant sister. Why couldn't more people be as accepting as her own family was? Why were so many people filled with such hate and spite? It wasn't fair, not to her, not to the woman she had so unfortunately fallen on top of, and not to any other mutant out there.

As the mob grew, the anti-mutant slurs began coming more frequently and those were among the things Skydancer liked least. Mostly people were too polite to say such things, but an entire crowd of people fuelled by hate gave individuals a sort of courage they could normally only dream of. Such cowardly and abhorrent behaviour made her angry. What did any of them know of rampant discrimination based upon nothing else save for looking a bit different?

"We never hurt any of you so why do you all insist on spewing such hateful filth from your mouths?" The anger in Skydancer's voice was clear and her tubes twitched in the anticipation of the violence that now seemed inevitable. They were probably not the best words to say, not in present circumstances, but why should mutants always have to be the defensive ones? Why should it only be mutants who should have to sensor their words and carefully moderate their actions? She wasn't about to be a pushover or a victim. Never again.

Sparing a glance at the other mutant, Skydancer realized she heard buzzing coming from her. She had no idea what that meant or what it boded for anyone but hoped it improved their chances of actually being able to defend themselves against the progressively angrier mob. As much as she hated to admit it, a fight against so many people might not be one they could win, even with mutant powers on their side.

The bottle slamming into Skydancer's arm sealed it. It didn't hit her hard enough to break, but she still flinched at the impact eyes going wide. Numerous tubes burst from her skin hovering around the pair of them. Someone especially observant might have noticed her pupils being just a little bit too large to be calm and the slightest of tremors going through her hands. "I don't like this." Her voice was remarkably calm and low, the slight shake easy to miss.

>> "We never hurt any of you so why do you all insist on spewing such hateful filth from your mouths?"

Agnes had to applaud her fellow mutant for trying to bring some reason to this madness but Agnes knew just how hopeless it was. After all, it was like trying to shout at a wildfire for an explanation. A single person could, conceivably be reasoned with, but when one wild person stirred up the flames amongst an entire group, the fire was very quick to spread and encompass everyone involved. It was easy to see that there was not going to be any reasoning with this motley crew gathered.

The fire was started and the flames had already spread to absolutely everyone. They were not going to be able to calm this with talk.

That was further prove when the bottled smashed against the other woman’s arm. Agnes squeaked a bit I surprise…then grew angry once she saw the wide-eyed look in her eyes. It was obvious that the both of them had had absolutely enough of this whole situation.

>> "I don't like this."

“Neither do I,”n Agnes responded.

It was getting harder to talk because the swarm was beginning to grow restless. She could feel the crawling, the itchiness instead her body. They wanted to come out, they wanted to protect their queen. So stressed was she that her wings were inadvertently fluttering with a deafening buzz to the point that she was nearly lifted off of her feet. But Agnes stayed on the ground. She was not going to leave this young mutant to this crowd, especially since she could not carry her away. So Agnes remained still, body arched in a more defensive posture as the buzzing from her chest grew even louder.

The circle around them began to close in. Despite the appearance of tubes from around the purple girl, only a few were taken aback to stand down. The rest though, they were indeed stupid enough to continue pressing in closer. Eyes filled with malice, mouth twisted into dark grimaces, the angry crowd, with blood pumping full of anti-mutant resentment, closed in.

It was only when that got too close for comfort that Agnes finally stood in front of the purple girl.

“Stay behind me,” she managed to say.

Then, mouth opened wide, Agnes gasped as suddenly a black and yellow cloud erupted from between her lips. Though this cloud looking like a malevolent mist, it in fact, was a living, undulating mass of wasps and black flies that buzzed around dangerously. Onto the ground fell a mass of thick roaches and skittered and ran around her feet defensively while the cloud itself hovered dangerously in the air. The sight was enough to make the mob stop and take notice, but they took notice a second too late as the insects descended onto the nearest man with a look of hatred in his eyes.

Any threats to the queen would surely pay…

It made Skydancer angry to know that the only reason people were reacting so negatively and irrationally was because the two of them happened to be mutants. Anger was a far better emotion than fear, which was the only other alternative, so she choose to allow it to grow within her. It was one of the biggest injustices that remained in the world and one of the worst. They were people too, damn it all, so why weren't they treated with the same dignity and respect that everyone else expected?

Skydancer's tubes appeared to cause at least a few people to pause at their appearance and take a step back, which was good. Unfortunately it was only a single step back and, with a little bolstering from the other people in the mob, they appeared to all regain their courage. There was a certain inflated bravery that came from being a part of a mob that was bigger than any specific individual and also a certain stupidity. Stupidity because, even if they didn't realize the sheer strength her tubes hid within their purple exteriors, their deadly tips were plain for anyone with eyes to see. Well, perhaps it was time to actually sand up for herself for once, to fight against the very prospect of becoming a victim rather than waiting to be victimized first and then reacting.

“Stay behind me,”

As the buzzing got progressively louder and then the dire black miasma burst from the other mutant's mouth, Skydancer was grateful for the warning. She managed to step backwards just in time to avoid being in the direct path of the mist and the sudden realization that it wasn't just an ordinary black mist but a mist that was actually composed of thousands and thousands of bugs made her all the more grateful for her decision to adhere to the warning.

Around her, the mob hadn't yet realized what had come out of the other mutant's mouth, as the milled around in obvious concern and confusion. If there was a time to strike and open a way through the crowd, this was it. Several tubes that had previously been hovering around Skydancer extended themselves into the crowd, one of them wrapping around a neck and a second wrapping around a man's arm. She flung both of them sideways, toppling over several others who were in the way. Now was not the time to start drawing blood, not unless it proved absolutely necessary.

Agnes gasped as the last of her swarm made their exit. The buzzing caused such a loud cacophony that the young insect queen could scarcely hear anything else being said. The hate filled words from the audience was drowned out but anything that her purple skinned companion were completely filtered out as well. All Agnes could hear was the sound of her swarm buzzing protectively around her, ready to defend against absolutely anything. It was safe and comfortable there and probably one of the very few times when Agnes felt truly and utterly secure.

The cloud hung above her head, buzzing and undulating in the air as the insects swayed back and forth before descending on the nearest people that seemed to be the cause of Agnes’ danger. People were buffeted, stung, causing them to screech and shout as they tried to bat at the air and knock the offending insects away. But it was like swatting at the rain; a vengeful, angry rain that was not going to back down…

Agnes wings fluttered fiercely as she glared out between all the people, trying to will another person to take a step towards her. She was certainly not in the mood for this and would defend herself if she had to. But just as she watched people, a suddenly movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.

She glanced over and watched in shock as suddenly a pair of tentacles flew out. They were indeed dangerous looking and, while Agnes despised the people that threatened them, she didn’t want them dead. Thankfully, though, it seemed as if the woman shared this same sentiment and instead of killing her attackers, had simply lashed around them in such a way to send them sprawling off to the sides.

The fallen people provided a brief opening, one that she was definitely going to take advantage of. As they were scattered about, either from being knocked over by the flung bodies, or they were screaming from being attacked by insects, it was enough of an opening for both Agnes and her sister-in-arms. Gently she began to make her way towards the opening, ignoring the shouts of the people and their angry calls.

“Come on,” Agnes said urgently as she tried to make her way towards the opening. “Let’s get out of here before these people do something stu—“

A hand suddenly, and painfully, grasped onto her wrist as she reached the opening. She whipped around to see that same angry looking man that had hurled the bottle as he gripped her, trying to prevent her escape. Apparently he was not ready to let this little encounter go.

The runaway snapped. Eyes wide a little in fear and anger, suddenly she opened her mouth and screech in a unholy, primordial way that was enough to shaken the resolve of the strongest man. Even the person who was gripping her hesitated for half-a-second, and it was a move that would cost him. Suddenly the flies that were beginning to hover aimlessly all seemed to snap to attention at the exact same time. The cloud then began to descend and buffet against her attacker, also drawing the attention of several other flies from the nearby alleys and sewer grates.

The man would have screamed but with flies crawling through his ears and nostrils, it was hard for him to open his mouth to do so. Meanwhile Agnes struggled to pull herself free but in his panic, he grip only held her stronger…

The swarm of bug life was both impressive and rather terrifying. It wasn't as if Skydancer had any particular phobia of bugs, but seeing a swarm of angry stinging and biting creatures was enough to send anyone running in the opposite direction. Or at least it should have been. Certainly the crowd was milling about in confusion, some trying to flee, some frozen in terror but there were still too many that, despite the onslaught, seemed in no mood to simply let their mutant targets leave unmolested.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here before these people do something stu—“

A hand came out and grabbed the bug woman's wrist. Before Skydancer could think of reacting, she opened her mouth and a horrific swarm of buzzing death came out of her mouth and into every opening on the man's face. It was the kind of thing that nightmares were made of, although she couldn't bring herself to feel sorry for the man. After all, he had brought everything upon himself.

Seeing that the man, either because of panic or sheer foolishness, still refused to remove his grip from the bug queen's arm, Skydancer took things into her own hands. A purple tube wrapped itself around is wrist and began to squeeze. She felt a distinct crack as the tiny bones in his wrist shattered under the pressure and it was only then that he finally released his grip. A casual flick of a tube and he went flying into the rest of the mob.

"I think its time we left." Skydancer brought her hand down and attempted to take the other woman's hand. It would be better if they remained together for safety reasons. A mob like the one they were in, they might attempt to separate the two of them and they were much stronger together than they would be apart.

A rock flew into Skydancer head, causing her to momentarily see stars as pain blossomed from the impact point. Apparently the humans had decided that attacking from a distance was better than confronting them head on. Perhaps smart of them, but why couldn't' they just flee and leave well enough alone instead?

Agnes was pissed. The man gripped her arm extremely tight and even though she had unleashed a swarm into his face, the man only screamed, shouted, and held her tighter. The runaway, struggling, slapped and hit his hand but it was to no avail. He was so caught off guard by her swarm, so distracted that he clutched onto her; not out of hatred, but more out of panic since it was apparent that he really did not know what else to do. He was clinging onto her probably because he didn’t exactly realize that she was still the same girl with the insect wings that he had assaulted.

But he would not have long to think about it. Suddenly another movement pulled Agnes attention away; she watched as a purple tentacle zipped our and lashed itself around the man’s offending wrist. The sounds of bones snapping and cracking filled Agnes’ ears as tentacles squeezed and shattered bone. She blinked in surprise as those once tight fingers turned into jelly wrapped around her arm.

A quick jerk and she pulled her arm away, sending the man sprawling down onto his back as the cloud of vengeful insects descended upon him. At that point the runaway did her best to calm them, to urge them away with every thought that she could muster. But before she could get the words out, she heard the urgings from her companion.

>> "I think it’s time we left."

Agnes paused…and then nodded. The woman was right. They needed to get out of here. Maybe, while they removed themselves from the situation, her insects would flee as well, seeking to keep protecting her and leave their victims to nurse their wounds. She hoped so since the last thing that she wanted was to actually have someone’s death on her hands.

Barely two steps away and suddenly Agnes heard the THUNK! of something solid striking flesh. She turned and noticed that the woman was partially dazed and held her head; she then accidentally kicked the rock that had been thrown and made the connection. Her anger flared up and instantly her insects began to buzz all the more dangerously, but she did her best to hold it in as she gripped the young woman’s hand and began to pull her away from the confrontation.

“Ohmygod! Are you…?” she swallowed her fear and shook her head. They needed to move and now. “Come on, most are gone! Let’s go,” she pleaded as she pulled gently on the woman’s hand. “Enough people are hurt and they are not worth it! They’re not!” she whispered harshly and pulled at the woman’s hand again before she broke into a run.

With stars momentarily dancing in front of her eyes, at that moment Skydancer would not have been ashamed to admit that she was genuinely afraid. She had gotten into fights before and even been kidnapped, but there was something about being in the centre of an angry mob who wanted to maim or kill her that was terrifying in a way that few other things were. Taking care of herself against a person or even a few people was something she felt confident she was proficient enough to do, but what did you do when there were dozens of people at all sides wanting to do you bodily harm? That was a whole different sort of problem.

“Ohmygod! Are you…?”

Skydancer had enough wits about her that she was able to nod and allow herself to be pulled along. A bruise would heal but if allowed herself to get dragged into that mob, she knew they would do things to her that wouldn't have a chance of healing. An image flashed before her eyes of being literally torn limb from limb and she shuddered, reaffirming her intent not to get caught.

"Not worth it," Skydancer agreed. By now, despite her high level of physical fitness, she was panting from both fear and exertion. Something else flew past her head, though she wasn't able to catch exactly what. They couldn't' keep up the pace, she knew that, and the moment they faltered was the moment the hungry mob would devour them alive.

"We need to go high, where they can't." It was easier said than done, running for her life and keeping an eye out for an accessible rooftop but the ability to do so might just be the difference between life and death or at least bodily well being and grave bodily harm.

((OOC: Hope this is okay, Sky! If not, I can edit! ))

>> "Not worth it,"

Agnes nodded as she pulled the woman along. Though this scene was feeling far more odd than it should have normally been, Agnes did not stop the question it. She wanted to get the hell out of here. It was weird, though. There have been times when Agnes has been out in the streets and she never had this type of mob come after her before. Most people gave her odd looks or other types of barbs, but never had they really attacked her with ferocity.

Something was odd about this whole situation but Agnes really did not have the time to consider any of it. She needed to save her hide and she needed to do it now!


>> "We need to go high, where they can't."

Agnes nodded as the pair of them ran. The crowd was still persisting in their following. It was almost as if someone was driving them to this and they really had no choice in the matter. But there was no way to get to the bottom of it now. Agnes ran as fast as her spindly legs could carry her, trying her best to drag the purple woman along with her but not too harshly that she would lose her grip on her.

Angry shouts behind them fueled her speed as she tried to think of some way in order to get them to higher ground. She peered up at the rooftops. She could fly! But the problem was that she could not carry this woman with her. She was simply too heavy for that.

But as they ran into an alley, Agnes paused when she looked up at the fire escape with the ladder pulled up. It gave her an idea.

Shouts could be heard down a ways so Agnes snapped her attention back to the purple skinned woman and nodded up to the fire escape.

“I’ll fly up there and lower the ladder for you. The second you get up there, I’ll pull it up. That should at least give us time to get to the top, okay?” Once she had confirmation, gave the woman a quick nod to trust her, that she was not leaving her behind, and fluttered her wings as fast as she could. Quickly she lifted off the ground and made towards the fire escape. Only when she landed did she lower it down for the woman, and apparently just in time as their mob started to pour into the alley…