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"I like to think the best of people," she responded with a casual shrug.  "If you go through life constantly afraid and expecting the worse of people, what kind of life to live is that?"  It was an argument she'd heard before, many times and usually from her more cautious friends.  It was an argument that had more than a little truth to it which she could attest to first hand.  More than once she'd gotten herself into trouble due to her general disregard for her own personal safety and a naive view that most people were decent and even the jerks were usually more bark than bite.  Usually it was true.  Usually.  

"As for what I can do, I'm a vicious fire breathing dragon."  Where vicious was comparable to kitty cat levels of vicious and fire meant a pretty purple and green display with decidedly no burning going on at all.  She waited for some kind of reaction from her new friend before winking and letting out a giggle.  "I'm a faerie dragon shifter.  Think, tiny cat-like dragon with non-burney fire.  I'm good at fleeing, if nothing else.  What can you do?"  And hey, cats could be viscous too, right?

"You're too kind and that's a lovely story."  She protested a little but not too much.  She was a person in need, after all.  Sort of.  She began browsing through the racks of clothing as she spoke.  "You could say I'm kind of from New York.  You've heard of the rift between worlds, right?  I came from the other one."  Who she might be similar to in this world she had no idea.  Surely, even if there was another her running around there would be more than a passing similarity, right?  Was that even a thing?  Alternate selves in alternate worlds?  Something to explore later, perhaps.

It wasn't unusual for Amber to be out late at night.  In fact, it was more expected than not.  During the hottest portion of the day she slept and upon awakening spent the next several hours studying at the Mansion in an attempt to earn her GED.  She was still not entirely certain why it was so important to her to earn nor what good it would actually do her in the real world as corpse girl, but it was a goal she'd set for herself and one she intended to achieve.  As a reward for an successful evening, she'd decided to find a place to eat in an actual restaurant.  It was well after dark by the time she left but no so late that places would be closed.  Only because the credit card given to her by her long departed father, Abyss, still worked did she even have the money needed to buy herself food and it was the only sign that he was probably still alive and out there somewhere.  

Given her rather unnatural appearance, it wasn't always easy to find a place willing to serve her.  Fortunately, she'd managed to sniff out a few establishments that were friendly towards mutants and there seemed to be more than average nearby the Mansion, probably due to it's large mutant population.  There was a little mutant run Italian place nearby that she'd eaten at once before and it was there she decided to eat at once again.  Once her meal was finished, it was time to head home.  

Although the temperature was starting to cool from summer to fall, she barely felt it and wore her usual light robes except for the face covering which wasn't needed at night.  The bus was the usual way she traveled around the city given that she'd never bothered to learn to drive.  Well, either the bus or wings but wings came with the disadvantage of not being able to bring clothing with her and, as much as she found the human obsession with nakedness galling and a little confusing, she'd accepted that being clothed was necessary if she wanted to interact with the human world in any meaningful way.  So, the bus it was.  Not the most glamorous way to travel, perhaps, but it would get her back home well enough.

Approaching the bus stop, the street was mostly deserted except for one other young woman she could see approaching from the opposite direction.  She smiled at the other woman although she knew her smile sometimes came across as more unnerving than welcoming.  Something didn't feel quite right.  Looking around, she tried to see if there was anyone else she'd maybe missed at first glance, but saw no one but the other woman.  Still, her instants whispered that there was unseen danger and she'd learned to trust those instincts.  Damn her weak human senses anyway and their inability to give her any useful information at all!

Amber/Ambrosia have all ready been involved with both of them. If you want to wait until our current thread is finished (sorry for the slow posting), I could probably help with that and maybe also have an opportunity to have my two alts meets one another in the process.

Ambrosia sat on a bar-stool enjoying a drink, a fruity concoction with a tiny umbrella sticking out out of the top because everyone knew that tiny umbrellas made everything taste better.  It was almost like a proven scientific fact, she was pretty sure.  Lately she'd been almost spending more time in this new world than she had in her home world because everything just seemed so much more interesting there.  Where interesting might just mean not yet known about and she wanted to discover all the potentially wondrous things that came with visiting a whole other universe.  And damn was she ever having a fun time doing it!

This particular bar she'd heard through the grapevine was a sort of mutant haven, a place mutants could come and be themselves without fear of prosecution or discrimination.  As a visible mutant, she'd dealt with her fair share of anti-mutant sentiment.  As an adorably cute faerie elf mutant, she'd dealt with it less than many more unusual and threatening looking mutants.  If she was going to be spending more time on this world, it was probably time she start looking into getting involved with pro-mutant activism here just like she did at home.  Mutants everywhere needed her help and this seemed like a good place to start.

First impressions seemed good, the atmosphere welcoming just like she'd been lead to believe.  Then the doors burst open to reveal at least a dozen men with ski masks and rifles and the place went silence.  Damn!  Double damn!  Whatever was about to go down wasn't going to be good and, while she may have been a lot of things, fighter was not one of them.  Shots were fired, screams rang through the bar and the cloying smell of spilled blood assaulted her sensitive nose.  A demand was made to hit the ground and she hastily applied.

"Were shutting you down bitch and were going to make you watch it all go bye bye before we end you as well.  Start with the visible ones"  

Crap.  Crap.  Crap.  She was one of the visible ones.  That was her.  And so many other innocents as well.  Almost without a conscious thought, her her body began to change and shrink as she transformed into her faerie dragon form.  Perhaps due to her small size and initial compliance, the transformation wasn't immediately noted.  Letting out a high pitched screeching growl, she make her presence known to the many shooters.  Probably a very very stupid thing to do, but if they were concentrated on trying to shoot her, maybe they wouldn't have a chance to shoot anyone else.  Now she just had to pray to the many Gods that she hadn't just grossly overestimated her ability to deftly duck and dodge bullets.

It made her happy to know that her sister was a proficient enough hunter to kill a bear.  Good hunters were always needed in a healthy pack and, for all of her own struggles with it came to socializing and otherwise mingling with humans, she considered her hunting skills to be excellent.  The prospect of going on a proper hunt with her sister filled with excitement.  Perhaps not, however, within the confines of Central Park.  A park within the city had its uses but for a proper hunt more wild territory was needed and away from humans who might accidentally get caught in the crossfire.

If she hadn't known her sister as long as she had, her talk of being a weapon to be discarded after the war might have disturbed her far more.  However, she knew Aura's opinion of herself well by this time.  "You can learn to be something more than a weapon.  I can help teach you."  Almost laughable, that suggestion, given how much she sometimes struggled herself to be human.  But if not her, who else?  "It's not too old to learn to be something more.  You're barely older than me."  She offered a smile and a light laugh.  Of course, she knew a little about how much her sister's brain had been messed with but that didn't mean she couldn't become better than what she was programmed to be, did it?  

Talk of death and dying rarely bothered her.  Perhaps it was her connection to nature and the cycles of life and death or perhaps it was the death that lived within her, but neither her own death nor the death of those few she loved brought her grief.  Of course, she would miss Aura a lot if she died but that fear was of loneliness far more than death.  Death would come for them all, one way or another.  Why fear it?  "I would like to see our future and hope you're here to see our future too.  I hope it will be something beautiful."  Did she believe it would be?  Beautiful?  Maybe, maybe not but the daydream was a nice one.

Despite the rather sorry state of her bank account, Ambrosia couldn't deny that she was enjoying herself.  If nothing else, wandering all the quirky little shops of the city gave her ideas on what types of fashions and looks she might pursue in the future.  Most of her actual purchases came from thrift stores and second hand stores and she'd recently began dabbling in sewing her own clothing.  Although she was still a novice, there was something damn satisfying about wearing something created of your very own hand.

 “Look at that freak!” 

Internal groan.  And she was having such a lovely day too, why did people have to be like that?

“Freaky furry!” 

Furry too?  My, but she was something special today, now wasn't she?  "You're just jealous," she taunted back.  "You can only wish to be as enchanting and adorable as me."  OK, so maybe taunting the potentially volatile and violent human wasn't exactly the smartest response she could have made, but she just couldn't help herself.  He was such a jerk to say such mean things and someone needed to stand up to him.  Besides she (probably) wasn't in any real danger, right?  Even if it did come down to violence, one on one she could take care of herself quite successfully and her powers were such that there was no real risk to anyone she was fighting.  The word 'fighting' in that context might have been an exaggeration.

“Leave her alone. She’s just having fun,   “What’s the excuse for your ugly costume? All that acne over your face looks a little too realistic. And how many pillows do you have under your shirt? No one is that fat in real life. You should tone it down a bit.”

Oh, now she had an ally in this proverbial war of words.  Awesome!  "Ya, what she said!" she yelled back with vigor.

The stranger ally ran up to her and offered her a pair of sunglasses to hide her eyes.  She accepted, although obviously rankled at being forced to do so and only reluctantly because they were an awfully cute pair of sunglasses.  "Hey now, that's not exactly fair.  He started it."  Yes, she may have been pouting.