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At first, he was irritated. Megan had let him know what was going on, of course, and he figured a rousing bout of vigilanteism would allow his daughter to blow off some steam, so he permitted it.

Did he like her taking a boy along? Not really... And it was that boyscout, too. The... one she'd stabbed. Why had he gotten a bit of a pit in his stomach when he'd found out? Right, he felt sorry for the poor kid. He had no idea what he was getting into. That was it, right? I mean, if the criminals she was hunting didn't do the job, his daughter would.

They would have the death of a student on their hands. He told Megan to take a trip and keep an eye on them, just in case.

He got back to the little one, and, before too long, had to focus on making dinner. It was a dinner with a notably cold and uneaten plate. Saphirus sat at the dinner table, looking to JR, who was passed out in his high chair, and then to the empty plate across the table. With a low grumble he brushed the plate off into the trash, walking past a clone to pick up their empty plate and pickung up the little guy to put him in his beddy before doing the dishes.

He'd called. He'd called a lot. He'd gone to sleep worried and angry. Finally, in the morning he got a text from Megan... You're not going to like this. Along with an address.

Was that address familiar?

No, it wasn't important. What was important, was that his daughter was in trouble. One quick drop off with Colin later he was on his way to the reported address. Soon, an apartment number popped up. His eyes damn near popped out of his head when he pulled up to the junky apartment building... Oh #@$%, his daughter wasn't just ditching, she was in real trouble! Had she been captured?! What about the new kid? Was he really dead?!

He counted and made a judgement call on which window was the one Megan had pointed out in her text. It wasn't long before he had enough energy to send himself flinging through the window at a high speed, crowbar ready to break some fools for laying a hand on his daughter! There weren't enough criminals in the world to stop him!

There... were no criminals. He stood, shattered glass under foot, crowbar clenched in his grasp... to see his daughter wearing only a shirt... standing there. Not tied up, not restrained...

And the new kid... standing there holding a spatula... wearing only an apron. Not dead at all. Just mostly naked.

"...Moose..."

Oh my #@$%ing GOD could he walk any slower? Seriously, no one likes getting kidnapped but did this dude need to be such a pain in the ass about it? "Not my type." He responded bluntly. His type? Apparently no one, because every time he fell in love it ended in absolutely heart rending disaster. His eyes found the Gorgon across the room for just a second, and went back to the young man in front of him once more.

He gritted his teeth once again. Seriously. Why did life have to S#$% on him so much? What did he do? I mean, a lot, but he'd done more than enough to make up for it, right? Why was he thinking like this? It wasn't a feelings time. It was a drag a suspect to a room and get all of the info on the mass slaugtering of an anti-mutant group time, right?

No, apparently it was time to dance.

After an eye roll that would make the teensiest of teens jealous, the younger man... pouted. And then started dancing. "What. The. F#@%."

Was... he trying to make him dance? He asked if he was sure he'd found the right person, and it all snapped into place. He was trying to throw him off. That son of a @#$^& was playing MIND GAMES with him! God, he just wanted to punch that smug little face! Wait, was he going for it? Oh shi-Saphirus reached a hand back and sent it toward the dancer's face.

He couldn't help himself.

"Like I'm giving you a choice. You're my Daughter, damnit, even if you don't know it yet." He had her now. He sure as heck wasn't letting go. "Huff!" He lifted her over his shoulder, and turned toward Juniper and the clones.

"Alright, you two, settle down and I'll get you Ice Cream on the way home." He spoke to the clones, who were losing their minds right about now. As he did he reached out and plucked out a switchblade from her sock, a fold out from her pocket, and a gerber from her waist, tossing them to the side. He tilted his head as he noticed another thing in a hidden pocket. Quickly he fished out a rusty corkscrew and shook his head, tossing it away as well.

"I got a lot of paperwork to do to keep you from going to jail for the rest of your life, Moose. Gotta start it as soon as I have you on house arrest."

He looked to Juniper, who seemed to have lost the will the fight. "See? Just a kid. Can you get us out of here safely?" He had much more respect for her powers at this point than he had before, clearly. No need to burst through any walls if she could just let them walk through. "Dunno if this house can take much more..."

Saphirus waved off her response, He was used to it. He had fallen from heights that could kill a man on an almost daily basis for over a decade at this point. He looked back as she offered to step through the door. "Nah... Don't want you goin in blind. Never know what's in there. Gotta take it one step at a time."

He shook his head and tossed the doormat aside when he saw the drawing. True to form. He looked up from the drawing to the younger woman just deciding out of nowhere that she was done with this, and pushing THROUGH him to head down the stairs. "Son of a, wait, damnit." He hobbled after her, pausing to step over a trip wire on the stairs, and rounding the corner as the door fell. Woah... She could do that?

Effective. Also, Stupid.

"Jesus, don't go in there alone!" The room wasa death trap. He spotted six total concealment hiding spots, ten trip wires and an actual bear trap. He was tense and alert by the time she moved into the middle of the room. He felt the arrow more than he saw it, lifting a finger in an instant to redirect it into the wall in front of them.

"Moose! You come out here!" He'd felt where the arrow came from, so he was already walking that way, neatly avoiding the trip wires as he closed distance. It could always be a clone, so he kept his senses open and aware.

Ah, so she clearly wasn't a woman of culture. Damn shame. 10 year olds using slapstick style antics to crush burglars were his jam. It was sorta like what he did, but the criminals were worse, and he just used a crow bar. He stared at her blankly as she hesistated to grab on, but then put her whole ass hand in him.

"Well... that's a first. Huh. Yup. Dunno if I like that. Better get this over with." WHOOOOSH! They were suddenly very, very high in the air. Woah. He understood what was happening as it transpired, given the knowledge his extra sense brought to him. She'd made them much lighter, but he'd still used the same amount of force to launch them. Logic only followed that they would rocket high into the sky.

A slight smile curled the sides of his mouth as he looked down. Damn... that was useful.

She went into a mental scramble, and he looked at her with an almost bored expression. "No worries. Make us solid. We'll land fine." He would then move to pick her up in order to make it so she didn't accidentally hit the ground first. With a moment of focus, he redirected them so they would land on the right roof. From there, he just.... let them plummet.

When they landed, he would reach out his right foot, and easily soak up all of the kinetic energy from the fall, leaving them totally unharmed.

"See? No worries. Let's get inside."

His arm was tingling now... that was great; having a good store of energy would prepare him well for what ever his daughter did when they found her. He headed toward the door to the roof.

Contact initiated... His mark opened and shut his mouth as if he were going to say something, but chose not to. Up this close, something felt off, though... Did he look a little different?

It was the same guy. He knew it was. He didn't forget the faces of those he'd fought, especially when they were good fights. The experienced crime fighter took notes of all of the locations the man looked to. He checked on the security team. That confirmed that he was one of them, if the escorting of press wasn't a sure sign.

His target replied in a dialect that seemed a little different from before well... at least in comparison to the few words they'd spoken during the bowling alley encounter. Was he trying to throw Saph off? It wouldn't work. "I ain't got a need to hide. Looks like you don't either. You work here?"

His eyes narrowed as the man signalled to a woman in a hot tub. He took note of this person, and reminded himself to keep tabs on their position. "That's the last person you signal."

The man turned toward him, and he got a full look at his features. Did he look... younger? @#$%. Saphirus' eyes widened a bit, but he quickly regained composure. He knew the guy was a mutant. He'd been deaged, then? What did that mean for apprehending him?

He'd been speaking... Something about complaining about the door being far off. Great, he was playing games. "No bar. No help. You are going to answer my questions. Easy, now. I'm..." Was he feeling... off? No, not just off... It was a very familiar feeling. He felt relaxed... Like he'd had a few drinks. "What did you do?" No, this wasn't his ability. He'd been manipulating his own body during their fight, speed, durability, that sort of thing. This was different.

His fists clenched, along with his jaw. "You'd better not be pulling something..."