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Drew grinned and drawled his response to the compliment a little.

"Aw schucks captain I were just doin' my duty."

Gina dumped the balloons she'd stolen into the tub and Drew wasn't put out by the extra weight in the slightest. She'd only taken an armful and had rather small arms. Drew followed Gina as they ran. She was officially the captain for this little 'mission'. While she outlined her plan Drew listened. It was a good one for the situation. However they couldn't afford to get too pinned down in one place. He waited until she asked if he had questions before voicing this.

"No questions ma'am but might I suggest picking a few defensible spots and switching between them regularly? If we get pinned down we'll be done for. Guerrilla tactics would be a good addition to this situation."

At that he put the tub down, scooped up a few balloons and let them fly at their pursuers. They scattered like autumn leaves in the wind to avoid the volley, buying Gina and himself some time. Drew grabbed the bin again and began running again.

"We've got a bit more time now captain."

The touch to his lips silenced any further talking he might do. It wasn't really necessary though because Martin's next words terrified him. They spoke of disappointment to him and disappointment was bad. Very very very bad. The physical situation they were in was the absolute furthest from his mind at that point. He was trapped between fear and the love that his promises forced on him. The combination showed in his eyes, if nowhere else on his face. Then pain, from where Martin removed the lobster quite forcefully, erupted and brought Drew firmly back into the here and now. The demon sea bug went back on it's platter and under it's dome before the waiter returned. In fact Martin was standing and returning to his chair when the man arrived, leaving the only hint of previous events the blood that now ran down Drew's cheek.

He dabbed at it with a napkin, staining the lovely white linen red. Martin sipped his water while Drew worked on stemming the flow of blood. He really wanted to hate the man. Nothing he'd done had been to Drew's benefit at all. In fact most of it turned out horrible for him. And yet, thanks to those promises, he found he couldn't. It was irrational and he hated it. Andrew hated that he couldn't hate Martin. The sentence Martin spoke snapped his attentions away from his bloody cheek and his thoughts. Drew quickly recognized there would be consequences if he didn't do as told. He took a breath and repeated the sentence back.

"Rope, at least five meters, hemp. A blowtorch. Three different pliers."

It wasn't until after he'd repeated the sentence that he realized what had been said. It sounded like shopping list and Drew didn't particularly like the contents. He rather hoped Martin didn't intend to use it for what he suspected he would but it was a fool's hope and one that didn't live very long. Around Martin, Drew had resigned himself to pain even more completely than before. It was becoming so commonplace in it's varied forms that he just accepted the likelihood of another torture session with some small amount of serenity. It was unavoidable.

He shrugged effortlessly.

"So be it. If you will not forswear your false gods then you will die!"

Drew brought his stick across her in a swatting motion so that her strike went past him harmlessly. He grinned maniacally at her. Drew was just playing it like a part and enjoying it. Being the villain was always fun.

"I am the Champion of the Unripe Lords. Such pathetic action cannot defeat me!"

With that said Drew swung the stick diagonally across his body, gently of course. It didn't really matter who won the little swordstick fight. It was just fun, as she'd pointed out earlier. He was feeling more than a little silly, both for what he was doing and not realizing what she'd meant until now, but he reasoned that it didn't really matter. This was pretty fun, if a little nuts.

Drew was just about to escape when a familiar voice called out to him. He took a breath and rearranged his expression into something more neutral before he turned to greet Kate.

"Hi Kate. I was bugging a few people in the mansion so they asked me to come outside. That's all."

No need to point out that he'd been bugging them by being too happy. That would cause questions as to why he wasn't happy now and he certainly didn't want Kate asking that. He might be tempted to tell her and somehow, despite the bikini that was very Old Kate, he doubted New Kate would take it well.

"I won't disturb your sunbathing any longer. I know how seldom it is you get to come outside wearing so little."

And then Drew turned and made to leave once more. He didn't want much to do with her right now and his being around would ruin her obviously good mood.

To say that Drew was excited would be an understatement. He hadn't been this thrilled in ages. Well, there was that time with Tasean but beyond that nothing compared. He wasn't going mad after all! No, in fact something was happening to his mutation. He didn't know precisely what but his mutation was changing. It was reacting to the promises other people made like it did his own. Drew was thrilled. So thrilled that he didn't even mind going outside in 100 degree weather just to spare the rest of the mansion inhabitants having to endure his enthusiasm. He'd been beyond happy ever since he'd finally figured out what the connected feeling he'd been enduring was.

It was still annoying and somewhat maddening at times. However Drew was learning to cope with it now that he knew what caused it. It had been the unknown cause that had scared him so much. Drew strolled along the edge of the building, taking advantage of it's shade. It was too hot for sane people to be outside but Drew was far too happy to care. He'd just unbuttoned the short sleeve button down he was wearing and continued on. That and the jean shorts kept him from getting too hot.

Drew rounded a corner and noticed the pool area. Maybe a quick dip in the pool was in order? It would certainly cool him off. As he approached however he noticed someone lounging poolside that he certainly didn't want to have anything to do with. Kate, in a bikini no less, was laying there. Drew frowned, his good mood dampened considerably. Last time they'd talked she'd informed him in no uncertain terms that they hadn't been 'all that close' were her words. Drew snorted. It had hurt at the time, finding out that someone he'd considered a friend didn't care. Now he just wanted to avoid her. Drew swerved from his path to the pool, trying to walk past Kate without being noticed. The people inside the mansion wouldn't have to worry about his good mood for a little while.

Rainbird's reaction was comical. She very nearly tripped and spun around quick as she could. Her eyes were wide as she babbled about how evil that would be. Her arms waved in the air as she just couldn't seem to believe that he'd do something that evil. Well if it was evil she wanted then he'd oblige. In the hammiest way he knew. Drew came to an easy stop a few feet from her and pulled himself up to his full height so that there wasn't a hint of slouch in his back. He let a wicked grin spring up on his face as he casually walked over to Rainbird.

"How? It's quite simple really. You see, I am the champion of the unripe apple gods. They have bestowed upon me the power to smite the undeserving worshipers of the ripe ones. And now I shall use those powers on you!"

Then Drew laughed. The corniest, most ridiculous evil laugh he could muster. Following this he poked Rainbird right in the middle of the forehead.

"Tag!"

Then he dashed off, laughing as he did so. That was actually pretty fun.

He blinked. All that oddness and she didn't know what she was going to do next! That...Drew felt a little lost. He listened as she tossed out options for what she might do next. He sort of had hope when she mentioned going to get some more ink. Did she do tattoos? He didn't have any other than those his mutation gave him but he still thought they were pretty cool. Not that he'd ever get one. He'd be too afraid that it would get scarred up. Then she tapped him on the arm and ran off. Drew blinked until he heard the shout.

"Hey!"

Drew sprinted after her. He was no runner but he was pretty darn quick and having long legs was handy sometimes.

"Get back here you!"

He probably looked a fool, chasing after Rainbird like this. For once he didn't care a whit.