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"Yeah. It must be nice. Knowing things. No offense or anything, but your interpersonal skills suck butt."
Susan nodded.
"I am aware of that fact. I appreciate the honesty though. I shall work on it."
She could smell some spice on the words, the kind that marked most of her social interactions - it meant someone was not happy about her attitude. Or was hurt over it.
"Embarrassingly old. Over twenty, approaching thirty."
Susan tilted her head as she examined the earrings. A smile tugged at her lips.
"I don't see what is embarrassing about being over twenty. I imagine it makes life easier. But, as you have observed, I have a lot lot learn."
No, she was really not that clueless. She was not much better either, but not totally clueless. But once Noel decided she was weird with people, she might as well play along.
"You ladies need something?"
Noel jumped, and Susan did too, despite the fact that she was not really afraid of random people. Her eyes turned black and the words turned into something frosty and dark in color.
"No we don't, thank you." she answered automatically, glancing at Noel to see if she had something to add.
Maybe they should levae this place after all.

"If I have control over what I forget, I've forgotten how it works." That was exactly the feeling Susan never, ever wanted to experience. She shuddered at the thought.
"You could unlearn about the gene if you wanted."
"No thank you." she answered without hesitation, then a few moments later she realizet it might have sounded a bit offending. Maybe.
"Um... no offense." she added, looking away "I just... prefer knowing the truth to guessing at possibilities."
Noel looked at her, and she looked back, tilting her head and trying her best not to blush. Blushing was not useful. And it usually made social interactions a lot harder to manage.
Knowing the woman had some kind of power over her mind did not help things either. Susan's eyes turned blue as she watchd the strange, glass-fragile aura of the X-gene around her. It would be good to know how it works exactly.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen." she answered automatically, and then, because she had no idea how to react to the question, she asked back. "You?..."

"I taste them and can forget things, can make you forget things too."
That statement actually made Susan take a half step backwards. Forgetting somtehing important - forgetting anything, really - was one of the most horrible things she could imagine. Being a person who mosty relied on her intellect all her life, Susan treasured knowledge more than anything else.
On the other hand, the ability sounded interesting.
"And you're right. I don't know where I am going. I very seldom do. But if I don't find a lot of useless things to learn before the forgetting starts again, I might just loose something really important."
Susan tried to wrap her mind around the idea.
"So... you forget a certain amount of information from time to time, and you have no control over what part you forget?..." she guessed, not having enough information to make a more coherent theory "How long have you been doing this?"
Susan was completely oblivous to their surroundings. She had something much more interesting to focus on. And, not knowing as much about the world as any normal 18-year-old, she was not aware of the awkwardness of the situation either.
"I only found out about the X gene a couple of weeks ago." she supplied. She knew the number of days exactly, but even she could tell one does not bother strangers with details like that.
They'd just forget anyway.

Mrs. Hyde stared at Meld for a long minute, her lips silently forming words before the first and most important detail finally registered in her mind.
"Susan? Susan called you?..."
The teenage witch finally decided it was time to make her entrance; carrying her suitcase down the stairs she walked out into the hall. She stopped when she saw the woman at the door, and tilted her head in a sign of curiosity. Her eyes swam black. There is was, the faint opalescent humming above the voice and the clinks of metal. Not like the metal itself didn't give away the fact that Meld was a mutant.
"Yes I did." she nodded calmly, and Mrs. Hyde spun around to stare.
"How could you?! Susan, after all we've..." she trailed off, glancing back and forth between her foster daughter and Meld, then shook her head in a bold gesture of disapproval. "Miss Hyde, you are not leaving this house, and you are definitely not going anywhere with this woman. Your sister is calling the police. You" she looked at Meld "leave my house and don't come back, or I'll..."
Susan rolled her eyes. Strange time to choose being a mother all of a sudden.

"And you, dearheart, are no demon and don't let anyone try to convince you otherwise."
The man/woman who called himself Juka Miami spoke to her in a way that tasted sweet. Syrup sweet. It was almost unbearable, but it tasted natural. No chemicals included. Susan was not sure what to think about that. Can someone really be honestly this... sweet? She licked her lips unconsciously, then caught herself and felt her cheeks turn a nasty color of pink. Licking lips was definitely a not decent reaction in public.
"To answer the newly given information, let me start by saying that, while I understand he good nature you had, saying that you are a demon while having black eyes around a man who takes the word of God so seriously might not have been the best idea, Susen. I think claiming that you're a friend of mine would work nicely, you're eyes tend to be the selling point."
Susan nodded. She did not really understand what was wrong with her plan, it was the best she could come up with on such a short notice, it worked (kind of), and it included mentioning demons, who she happened to know for a fact existed, at least in some mutation-related form. Apparently the preacher did not approve of said plan.
Blessed are those who get to pick who saves their hide from getting beaten.
"you're right. I have no friends on this earth. I'm not one to care much about this, however. So far, besides the two of you, the only people I've met in this city for more than a second all threatened my life and forced me to commit acts of which I'd rather not describe. And within the house of GOD no less!"
Susan winced, that revelation tasted sour, and it held much more than the words themselves. She could guess the preacher was lonely, Juka - who no doubt was much more social than she was, and thus could read peole infinitely better - was right about the friend issue.
Susan wondered what he read out of her.
"Aras, and a pleasure to meet you both as well. While it may not have started out great, I'm sure that since we now have things under control, we can all be good and well. To make up for the trouble I've caused, let me offer you some ice cream at my... I-I'm sorry... it seems as if I lost my money."
"Aras." Susan nodded, tilting her head, the name had a unique rust-red tinge to it. She followed his gaze as he looked around for the hat and the money that used to be in it.
"Never mind, I don't really have any either." she shrugged "You don't have to treat us to prove you are being friendly. But we should find another place to continue our conversation. I don't think I can scare them off twice in a row."
'Them', of course, being the punks of the neighborhood.

"Let me know where you are and I will do what I can to get you out of there. I presume you will need a place to stay once you're free? I also presume that you would prefer no real harm to come to your foster parents?"
Susan blinked as she looked at the receiver. Was this woman serious? She sounded serious. And metallic. Still. Her question had a point, from what Susan had seen so far there was a wide variety of persons in the mutant world with all kinds of ideas and moralities. She'd batter make it clear she did not want her foster family killed off. However entertaining the thought might be.
"No, I just would like to get out of here. I would prefer my foster family unhurt. Yes. Definitely. And, um... yes, I will need a place to stay."
Going back to Elli would not be the best idea. Police or not, friend or not... going back to where she hid out before was not the best plan.
"You have come to the right place. I offer any kind of help that I can and if its something that I can't do I'll find someone who can. If I'm to be working with you, can I get your name?"
Oh. Names. Right. She always forgot about those.
"Susan Hyde." she said, then "But you can call me Witch."
With that said, all that was left was to give the woman called Meld the address, and some information about what to expect... and wait.