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That hadn't been what he'd wanted to hear. Drew had hoped that maybe the human had already killed someone or something but no. He may not like humans much these days but he certainly didn't think killing them was the answer. They tended to get real fussy when people killed them. Fussy humans tended to mean bad things for mutants. All you had to do was look at all that stupid legislation they'd fooled with a while back to know that.

"Ah man, I'm sorry." he took another drink, "I sorta met her recently. Twice actually. She sorta helped me out when I was in a bind. We faced down a mob of angry humans for...uh...well Tasean. She didn't kill anyone though."

He stopped mid narrative just to think about that time. Drew couldn't say that if he'd had a weapon capable of killing those fools he would have been able to hold back. He counted himself lucky that he'd been fighting sans one as usual.

"Second time was camping actually. Out in the middle of nowhere with her and a couple of other girls. She didn't kill anyone then either."

At least, anyone he knew off.

Drew rolled his eyes at Allison's retort.

"I do have fun, I just happen to have other things that require more attention. I don't exactly have the luxury of goofing off all day. Besides, I wouldn't have to worry about the fingers or arms if you'd just let go."

He'd been in a fairly good mood when he'd answered the phone. That was why he'd come. The good mood hadn't really lasted after Allison pulled this little stunt. Drew was fast becoming very nearly mad at her. It was more than just annoyance but not quite anger just yet. Not that it made much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. For all his complaints Allison still managed to drag him to this art festival thing that she'd found out about. Somehow it didn't surprise him at all that she'd decided to drag him here. Allison fit right in among these people, with the way she acted most of the time.

Yet she didn't even let him go when they arrived. No she merely dragged him along behind her toward a group of tables. This was to be how he spent his free time today huh? Being dragged along by a slightly insane mutant tattoo artist bound and determined to make him as nutty as she was. It wasn't exactly what he'd pictured for today. Drew sighed as she pulled him along and looked at the tables. Most of it didn't even rate a second look. It was either boring or just plain weird. However the banner above one table and the man behind it caught his eye.

The banner read, "Mutant Outreach Resource Alliance" and the man at the table looked positively normal. After the mimes, oddly dressed performers, and just strange people it was rather refreshing to see. Drew turned his gaze to the ink pooled on his fingers and glared. If only a certain crazy girl would let him go.

If Drew noticed the arm contact beyond knowing that it was there he didn't give any indication of it. At least outwardly. Inwardly was a slightly different story since he was pretty sure friends didn't do that unless they were pretty close. However he shrugged it off. One linking of arms did not interest make. Apparently she liked the idea of training with him. Drew smiled at the use of his phrasing.

"I read, watch tv, or bake. When I'm not working or training that is."

Really his days were usually pretty full so days like today when he could get away for a few hours and do something were rare. He enjoyed them when he could. Like now, walking through Central Park just before dark with an attractive young woman on his arm and a change to his mutation looming. Times like this were something that Drew really enjoyed. Of course the girl was probably just a friend, they'd probably get mugged before they could get to the car, and the change to his mutation would probably prove to be just as much of a pain as the old version of it was. Still, he tried to remain optimistic because hey, not everything could be against him right?

Maya agreed with his dislike of guns, though he doubted it was for the same reason. Then again, he knew very little about this member of the team so it wasn't an impossibility that Maya could have shot and killed someone. It just seemed unlikely. Drew drowned any possible thoughts about it in beer as Maya explained that she used a bow and arrow. He chuckled a bit at her comment on trying jousting too.

"Eh, I've just never really picked up a weapon. Anytime I've fought it's been spur of the moment and there generally wasn't much for me to improvise with. The only time I've used a weapon in a fight was a gun and...well never again."

Drew listened to Maya list off some of her more interesting fights. He drained his beer while she did and began to order another only to stop dead when Maya mentioned a girl with pink blades. That sounded an awful lot like Aura. He looked over at his drinking partner with curiousness writ plain on his face.

"The girl with pink blades, her name wouldn't be Aura would it?"

He hoped it wasn't. Drew respected Aura a fair bit and he'd hate to find out she wasn't really worthy of it.

"Ow! Easy on the arm Allison! You'll tear it off!"

It was a bit embarrassing to be dragged through the streets of New York like the child that didn't want to go to the dentist. However both he and Allison had just discovered that the ink of his promise tattoos could not leave the body. That was all well and good except when the red head was using that ink to drag him along the streets a full foot behind her clenched hand.

To clarify somewhat, Allison had called him earlier demanding that he meet her up somewhere so she could change his tattoo. Drew had been expecting this so he went right along with it. At least until he showed up and it turned out that she'd had no plans at all to alter his tattoo. Well beyond a minor touch up here and there by shifting around some of the black ink from his promise tattoos. He suspected he hadn't even needed that much and that she'd just been lulling him into a false sense of security. In either case she'd tried to remove some only to find out that she couldn't. That was a shock. At least to him anyway. Well one thing led to another and Allison attempted to haul him off to some performance art exhibition.

Now to be fair he didn't dislike mimes, contortionist, fire eaters, living statues and the like. Drew just didn't like being dragged along under false pretense. So he'd attempted to reclaim his arm and leave. Only to have Allison seize hold of his promise ink and drag him along. That led to this, being dragged along behind a grumbling red head with all the black ink from his tattoo condensed onto his fingers and those outstretched in front of his as though he were reaching for something.

He didn't really notice Lydia walking closer to him. No he was a little surprised at the vehemence in her tone when she mentioned wishing that they had picked on someone more dangerous. Drew understood completely but he hadn't thought that Lydia would agree with him so completely on the issue.

"Yes well. It's a good thing and a bad thing that they didn't pick on someone more dangerous. Good because they and people like them don't have more ammunition for saying that mutants are horrible and all the crap they say. Bad because I like to think they'd think twice about hassling another mutant if they got laid up in the hospital over it."

He let her guide the conversation away from that topic however and just smiled at her.

"Well I could always work with you if you want. Really the best thing for it is practice. Learn by doing."

Drew would be glad to help Lydia out by showing her the ropes so far as fighting was concerned.

"I'm still learning too but we can learn together."