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Derek nodded his head and sighed, "yeah, unfortunately," he turned to look at Artair. He wasn't sure if he wanted the answer to the question he was about to ask him, but decided to go for it. "Did...Scotland own African slaves? I know they were all the rave back then." It wasn't going to get upset if his country did. A lot of countries did. It was just the fact of the world at the time. No hard feelings (maybe a little).

He had turned his attention to the window again and watched as the scenery changed. He was about to say something when Artair literally dropped the "B" bomb. Derek was prepared for it and choked on the salvia he was in the middle of swallowing. He put his hand over his heart and started to sputter. Derek tried to get himself under control. "Y-you're, bi?! F*** me." He groaned, shaking his head, "you can't just...drop a bomb like that on me!" At least Derek knew that Artair' pendulum swung both ways. Though, he doubt anything would come from it. He just had this nagging, Khzar-like grumbling in his mind.

Derek smiled at Artair. "I sent my application for NYU! I'm gonna be a animal studies major with a minor in environmental science." Derek chuckled a bit and turned his head to resist blushing. "I guess you're right. Plus, my life wouldn't be fulfilled without Mierda in my life." Derek winked at Artair and looked out the window.

"Ready. Let's go do this." Derek got out of the cab. He walked over to Artair's side of the cab and waited for him to step out. Looking up, he saw a small flock of birds fly away from the park in haste.

"...Somethin's definitely up, Artair. The birds," he pointed to the sky, "it's like they're avoidin' somethin'."

Derek watched as Kendra made her way over to the deer. It was an interesting sight to see how timid she was with such a calm and peaceful animal. Well, peaceful in the moment. If Derek was a fellow buck during mating season and Kendra was a doe, then this would be a whole bother experience for them.

"I ask for any buck in the area to come over. I also made sure he knew that there weren't any hunters around or anything like that," Derek explained with a smile, "...and I may or may not have promised him a handful of raspberries," in response, the deer turned his head and gently nudged him with his antlers. "I'll get them when I go back, okay?" Derek chuckled and leaned down to kiss the area above his eye.

Derek's heartstrings were being pulled by Xavia once again. This woman honestly deserved the world and Derek wanted to give her that. At the very least the animal kingdom. Derek made a mental note to do something great for Xavia and her family. "A very large closet? How big are we talkin' here? Like a standard walk in or a...mini clothing store?"

His question would soon be answered.

"...Oh, this big," Derek looked over at Xavia with wide brown eyes, "damn, girl! You don't me buyin' you anyhthin' for Christmas! You still got tags on ya clothes and everythin'!" Derek thought. Allegra would really, really love this room. She wanted to be a fashion designer after all. "...Do you know Allegra?"

Derek couldn't help himself, but laugh at Allegra. He didn't know if she was being serious or not, but it sure as hell was funny. "Oh, God, Allegra. You're so hilarious!" Derek turned to look over at his new friend, "well at least you're comfortable around butterflies. I guess the next step is how you react to ladybugs.

"I can only hope. I think there are a couple of mutant and minority scholarships I can apply for," He wasn't sure how much he'll get, but if need be, he'll take out a loan and pay it off until he died. That's how it worked, right?

Derek blinked a few times. Did she just say, "mansion? You live in a mansion?! Jesus, girl!" He playfully nudged her. Derek's family was comfortable, but not to the point of them living in a mansion. However she was right; she had been through some traumatic things.

"And that's okay. You just can't let it stop you in your tracks or anythin' like that. Though, they may deserve a bunch in the face every once in a while." He smirked scratched his chest.

Derek took a sip of his drink and sighed with contentment, "mmm. costumes would be nice, huh? Have you thought of designin' one of your own?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

Derek was out on a not-mission. It wasn't official since he didn't tell anyone in the Haven that he was heading out toward the part of town that had become hostile toward mutants. It was around nine o'clock at night which meant that Derek had his pick of nocturnal animals to assist him if things get out of control.

With his hands in his pockets, Derek continued to walk down the sketchy street. It may have been a quiet night which was a good thing considering the alternative. The African American mutant ran his fingers through his curly, wiry hair and sighed. He could be doing anything right besides walking down sidewalks with cracks weaved into it. Derek could be hanging out with Xavia or Allegra or Artair. He could be at X-Gene Persuasion drinking his body weight in strawberry daiquiris while staring out very attractive men, but instead, he was doing the right thing.

Plus, he somewhat liked being alone.

After about fifteen minutes of walking around, Derek decided to head back. That is until he heard screams. Being the hero that he wanted to be, Derek jogged toward the sounds to see what the problem was. When he found a girl around the age of twelve with glowing white eyes and purple hair being cornered by a couple of guys.

"Hey!" Derek shouted, "get away from her!" He quickly took his hands out of his pockets and balled his fits. The guys turned and looked at Derek, allowing the girl to run off. At least she would be safe. Himself, not so much.  He took a couple of steps back.

"What the f*** are you gonna do?! You one of 'em mutaties too?!" The larger one barked.

"You want to find out?!" Derek got into the fighting stance that The Ranger taught him. "She wasn't messin' with you!" The two guys started to rush toward him. Before they could land a punch, Derek kicked the smaller on in the chest and threw a punch at the other. This wasn't going to end well.

Derek was a great stroker. Ego, that is. "Oh, yeah. Americans love hearing foreign accents: Spanish, French, German, British, Scotish, you name it," Derek was one of those people. He found it incredibly...hot. And he was okay with that. He wondered if he went across the pond if his own accent would get him some drinks.

"Ah, okay," Derek slowly nodded his head as Artair educated him on Scotland and Ireland. He winced at bit at the mention of taking over to locals. However, his face regained its cinnamon rollish charm when Artair showed him his ring. "Oh, that's really nice." Derek smiled a bit. "Yeah, taking over locals is, uh, well, y'know," he shrugged his shoulders, "apart of that time. We have a handful of Native Americans here and most of them have been pushed aside."

Sassenachs? Sounds like somethin' his grandma would say to a bunch of bad kids. He'll ask him later.

"For the Mansion," Derek answered, "I ah, -- there was an incident that ended with a guy bein' slightly mauled to death by a dog," Derek didn't like to think about that. Things had gotten way out of hand that night. "So I needed to come here. Plus, New York is way more acceptin' than the south is."

Now don't get Derek wrong, he was a proud southern, but there was still a bitter aftertaste of racism, sexism, and homophobia that he didn't like. "What about you, Mierda? Why did you decide to come here?"