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Eisen had long gone darted away from the mess that was happening at the Mansion, recognizing that sure close quarters was his forte, but as soon as he was seen, the fight either had to end immediately or he wouldn't be able to keep up his assault. Offense was never his forte. His specialty lay in seizing his foes so that others or he himself could land a lethal blow.

He darted as quick as he could away from the Mansion front, using the trees at the peripheries to maneuver his way to where more action was happening. A gang of mutants were attacking an army of mystics, each robed in wicked glowing armor.

This, Eisen could work with. It had been a while since he got practice with his long range technique-- always looking for an opportunity to stretch the focus of his mutation to the farhest reaches. He had learned that his field of vision often limited the extent of his power, but with a war at their hands, this was no time to play it safe.

He secured himself to a tree, finding a comfortable spot in the branches of one wide enough, should he pass out, his body could lay limp and remain in the tree's crown, hidden from those watching.

Then, he set to work. He focus his soles and the palms of his hand, all at once, and kept his eyes on the battlefield. As the golden soldiers marched onwards, Eisen focused his mutation to extend his spatial lock down the tree, through the ground and a direct line following his line of sight. Then, he focused on the earth beneath the feet of their enemies.

His noticed the grass changing in front of their eyes as well, and decided to follow along the growing field effect spell of sorts, so that his mutation would seem to coincide with this new field spell.

His mutation could travel faster than the grass could spread, however, and so he targeted the soles of mystics would began to turn and run from the effect of the grass. Trip, Trip, Trip One by one, Eisen would essentially lock feet of them one at a time, as if they had stepped on a sticky surface, and with their momentum, causing them to lose balance and fall into the effects of the incoming grass.

"Booyahhh!" Eisen muttered to himself, snickering every time a glowing Mystic tripped and fell to the ground.
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The man’s apology made Eisen’s worries all melt away. He was so cute.

“No need to be sorry! Maybe the idea was trash, anyway. Iunno. Besides, I quite enjoyed you swooping in.” Eisen reached forward to place a hand on the man’s shoulder. He didn’t mean it in that sense, but as soon as he felt the sturdiness, he pulled his hand back. Wow.

At the mutant’s question, Eisen looked with puzzled expression. “Come again?” He considered asking him to rephrase his ask, but now it was Eisen’s turn to be speechless. He paused, the gears of his simple mind working. Velocity was speed right, and terminal… like an airport? Protection from… hmm.

The blue of his eyes stared blankly at Tempest’s now no longer inky black spheres.

“You mean does it hurt when I stop quick?” Eisen smiled at him. What an erudite way to phrase a question.

“Sometimes. I have to be really careful. That’s so thoughtful of you to ask!” He grew bashful whenever he thought he didn’t give a proper answer to test questions. That’s why he hated school.

Eisen walked backwards toward’s the roof’s edge in a way that looked like he wasn’t paying attention. The roof had no guard at the edge, just a gentle slope with a concealed gutter system.

He gave the hottie a wink to try and change the subject.

“The name’s Eisen, by the way. What’s yours?” He shrunk a little, also one to be self-conscious when he revealed his true identity. But Eisen wanted to trust this guy. His blue eyes shone like sapphire as he took a seeming perilous step over the edge.

Eisen failed to blink for a solid minute as the man who held him's face lit up. Pink rushed through the chiseled features of the weather-stirring mutant like a California wildfire. Eisen just stared. The man's lips as he stuttered, the confusion that ran through his eyes -- Eisen didn't know a person could be so mesmerizing. The thought that popped into his mind as he was falling, about the drive-through cinema, flew away like a leaf caught in a heavy gust of wind.

Eisen realized he'd literally been holding onto the moment. Onto the man, their clothes, their altitude, their stasis. Stuck.

"Wow. You're so beautiful. Is this really happening?" Eisen blabbered on, one to always speak his mind even when it wasn't appropriate. Of the words he could pick as well, he was surprised that his heart was beating so hard in his chest. No one. And he meant it. No one had ever swooped him up like this before. Adrenaline rushed through his every being. And for one to be so objectively perfect, too. Eisen was just in awe.

"You're the one making us not fall, silly! I just wanted to get a better look at you since you literally came out of no where." Eisen then let go of his spatial lock on their clothes, blushing himself a little, as he felt this dude's strong arms resume their grip on him. He wanted to stay there, nestled in his grasp, as the wind whipped against their features. Eisen wasn't even thinking about whether he was gonna let him go, or what he ought to do next. The sky was Eisen's comfort zone, and his comfort zone just got even comfier.

He rested his hand on the man's chest and nestled his head against his shoulder. Just the fact that someone else was capable of holding him in his comfort zone for him was enough. He didn't want this moment to end.

The early morning sun began baking his neck, but Eisen didn't notice. He found himself pacing this morning, counting things with his fingers, tracing his thoughts with the soles of his feet. Up and around the the 56 Leonard, a Jenga-like building that looked about to fall-apart as Eisenhower Brandt-Garcia did just about now. His dad's were about to have their 35th wedding anniversary in two days and he still hadn't figured out what to get them.

"The Grand Canyon's too hot... And they only took polite bites out of that cake I baked them last time. Shit. Shit. Shit." He paced around the building, shoes-spatially locked with every step. His breakfast of four syrup-doused waffles, five sausages, and a half-liter of orange juice churned in his stomach, but it did very little to distract him from the life-or-death scenario of showing up at his Daddy and Papi's house with nothing but a free-hug coupon scribbled on a paper napkin. That only worked once, in seventh grade. Papi liked it so much, he asked if he could renew-it daily. Maybe Eisen could recreate that daily free hug voucher?

As much as it would bother people to see a man climbing on nothing outside their window, a few of them waved at Eisen as he paced by, slowly and surely upwards and around their home on an invisible staircase of his own making. He may have created for himself a reputation as a ginger-haired entity that orbited this establishment every-so often. On the thirty-seventh floor, some kids used to make it a habit to leave a plate of wrapped snacks in their birdfeeder just for him. There was an October and November when his pacing had almost become daily.

Today, those wrapped snacks could wait. He'd been so busy with his night-vigilante life recently and the couple trips to the Emergency Room that he forgot he'd even planned his 56 Leonard pace-around almost a week ago! As he climbed, he would take moments to pause and chill on the 56 Leonard's outcroppings, readjusting his sneakers for no good reason than to distract himself from his awful ideas.

"Why must they be so content with their lives? Ugh." Eisen threw his hands up in the air at one point and allowed himself to fall backwards. From the 47th floor down to whenever the feeling of falling would jog a good idea into his flustered brain.

Eisen's face contorted like a kid on Christmas morning who had witnessed Santa Clause himself stuff presents under the tree and drink the milk and eat the cookies. The first time everyone became prey to his clothing-prison technique was always priceless. Eisen lived for that moment when people realized, if they want to escape then they'd have to risk becoming naked. He had reinforced his technique such that his spatial lock was stronger than most fabrics, save leather.

What was even funnier was when the original tried to make a clone that also got himself trapped in the spatial lock. Eisen didn't know if this was intentional on the man's part, but the only downside to his technique was that it required a lot of focus to maintain.

Eisen burst out laughing, and clutched his stomach, before falling to the ground in his stupor. The lot of them's faces, all the same faces, each with varying emotions and all trapped in his spatial lock. It was all too priceless. Such a beautiful image he would cherish in his mind for the rest of his waking life, such that he would risk their brutality for a moment so that he could enjoy the belly-laugh that resulted from their idiocy.

"You guys. Are. The best! Can we please be friends??? Hahaha. Seriously y'all are such a hoot!" Eisen cackled on the ground before he sat up and wiped the tears from his eyes. 

As the two women unsheathed their weapons, both displaying their prowess and signaling their proficiency. He decided to play along as well.

“Get them before they can snap their fingers, and we should be set.” Eisen reached back to grab the base of his bow-staff and pulled it out, a weapon unlike their two blades.

He pressed a hidden switch on its hilt and it extended in a swift and almost silent motion, a nice soft chhhhk, the signal that it had extended as far as it could. One end was equipped with a built in taser, and the other end could dispatch a two meter, retractable cord, chain should he require the extra length. The entire mechanism was colored a sleek obsidian.

He maneuvered the bowstaff behind his back and raised it up slightly above his hips. Then he hoisted himself up onto the staff, almost as if it were a broomstick and he were a genderbent witch perched upon it, both palms grabbing so he could lock it in the air with his ability.

Eisen also remembered that he came equipped with comms, a nifty addition to his tool-belt’s arsenal since he never knew when reconnaissance would be needed.

“Up to you all. I have a four way comms system, black earpieces. Recon and containment are my forte. I can spatially lock anything solid in place, as long as I’m physically connected to it. Give me time to find a good setup spot, and I can lockdown the facility in no time. Then you two can go ham.” He smirked as he held out his hands, offering them each an earpiece.

Eisen, using his spatially locked soles, then leveraged his bowstaff so that it pulled the clone holding tight to it towards the ground. Should he refuse to let go, he’d hurtle toward the Earth as well, disorienting his fighting stance.

As for the man who aimed a kick at his hands, the bowstaff levered in time to block the kick at a 45degree angle, Eisen spatially locking it at the moment of the strike so as to not be knocked down.

He then withdrew up into the air, righting himself and looked down at the three clones. Or was it two clones and an original? He wasn’t sure.

“Ok. Ya got me. I know a fight I can’t win when I see it. The name’s Eisen.” He stared down at the men, his eyes scanning the grey tracksuits, black Pumas and different color wristbands.

In order for them to realize he had truly given up, he initiated the mechanic on his bowstaff causing it to withdraw into itself, shortening to a length the size of his forearm. He then attached it to a custom sheath slung around his torso.

“You prepping for a fight or something? I mean, you’re not bad. But I know bloodlust when I see it, and none of you seem to have been in a real fight before.”

Eisen stepped back in the air and slowly alighted to the ground so as to address the clones in an arc.