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Andrew began to rethink this idea of getting revenge when he heard the shrieks and shouts. There were a lot more people involved in this than he'd originally thought. People weren't a good thing right now. Not at all. He took a moment to shove the fear and confusion back into the back of his mind. This was about forgetting that. Not panicking because there were a lot of people involved. They finally came to the corner of the building and Gina basically volunteered herself for a recon mission. It was better that she handle that anyway. After all, he would be much more easily spotted.

Once Gina gave the signal he followed her. However since there was more of him to hide it was considerably harder to hide. As a result they were easily spotted. Gina attempted to dodge the incoming projectiles. Drew just walked right through them. He was already wet. A little more water wouldn't kill him. He wasn't the wicked witch of the west after all. Though now he was wondering if Gina was. Wait, she was the wrong color. Drew disregarded the idea as he began his own ammunition raid. With a smirk he tipped the plastic tub on it's side, letting a fair number of balloons spill out before tipping the tub back upright and picking the whole thing up. It would be difficult to run with but he'd manage. He was after all, fairly quick.

With his bounty in his arms, and a fair chorus of "No fair!" following him, Drew beat feet after Gina. Sure she'd declared every man, woman, and child for themselves but Drew figured it would be more fun to be a two man team against two armies. Once he came even with her he grinned and twitched the tub a little so she'd notice it.

"Ammunition raid successful captain. What are your orders?"

Glancing behind them, Drew noticed pursuers.

"Whatever the orders captain, might wanna decide fast. We've got incoming!"

Well at least he got a laugh out of Rainbird for the name. But she was still calling him a stick in the mud. Drew just didn't understand her definition of fun. At all really. He gaped at her as she rambled on about fun being the only thing that mattered. And then it was something about storm gods and apple gods?! Was there a psych ward nearby missing a patient?! Drew glanced around but none of the nearby building looked too particularly like mental hospitals. Hmm.

He started at her question and brought his gaze back to Raindancer, something he'd continue to call her regardless of whether he ever got her real name or not.

"Uh, I read. And bake, a little."

Ok, so maybe he was a stick in the mud. However there were more important things to be done than having fun. Right now determining whether he was actually going nuts or not seemed to top the list. Although he hadn't had any problems since coming to the park. That might have just been a function of the park being nearly deserted.

She laughed and then answered him like it was the most apparent thing in the world what she was doing. Having fun, of course. And then, to top it off she accused him of not having enough fun! The heck?! The girl didn't even know him! He was pretty sure he was slightly offended, no matter whether she was right or not. He just stood there gaping. While he gaped at her she challenged him to think of something fun to do if he want to know her name.

"And I thought I was going nuts." he muttered.

Andrew just shook his head. No, he wasn't going to play that game. The sparklers he held were very nearly dead so he dropped them on the grass without a care. With the very recent rain the grass wouldn't catch fire. An idea struck him and returned his gaze to the girl. After a minute or two he smirked.

"Well then I'll give you a name. How about....Rainbird Stormdancer? So Rainbird, what's with the stone circle, sparklers, and singing? Aside from having fun?"

Andrew, busy concentrating on the soon to be food that was firmly grasping his cheek, didn't notice Martin get up at all. Well, his eyes saw it but in light of the current situation his brain didn't acknowledge the movement. He did however notice once he had a lap full of said man. Martin was sitting, right there on his lap, in a manner that certainly seemed more than friendly. Then again, Drew had broken character first hadn't he? Andrew cursed himself. The sudden change, the dead eyes, were all his fault for forgetting his character. Why had he broken character because of a little pain? Sure the bloody bug's pinch was uncomfortable but he'd survived much worse from the man sitting on his lap.

Even without the words, spoken so close, he would have known his transgression. The use of the lobster was just extra. Andrew very much did not want to go back to the master. Master tended to mean pain. As much as he absolutely hated admitting it, even to himself, he preferred it when Martin wasn't causing him pain. Not because of was adverse to pain. No, Andrew threw himself into enough bad situations to know that it wasn't the pain that made him prefer the other Martin. Rather it was the gentle touches, that foot from earlier, that made him prefer that Martin. It sickened Drew just as much as the promises told him he liked it. He had Tasean but this man, and the term only loosely applied if you asked Drew, had put himself in a position to usurp that. All because of his blasted mutation. The punch to the ribs punctuated these thoughts.

"No. I'll be-behave."

He'd almost said 'I'll be good.' However Andrew didn't think being good would win him any points with Martin. So he'd corrected himself mid-sentence to behave. If it fixed this mess then he was quite willing alter his behavior some more. So long as he could avoid another incident like the alleyway.

They finished up the song together. Well, after she'd decided to drag him to her side to finish the song anyway. He'd done his best to keep the lit sparklers away from her dress. Just when Drew was starting to think the madness was over she starts jumping around and singing the song that never ends. Not only that but expecting him to do so too.

Not this boy.

No way.

Drew just stood there staring at her for a minute.

"Really? What are you doing?"

The inflection in his voice added an unspoken query of And are you insane? to the spoken ones. He'd played along long enough. Here he was going mad, or at least if he wasn't before he probably was now, and she wanted to dance around with sparklers? He didn't even know who she was?!

"And who are you anyway?"

That was an excellent question too, Drew decided.

Gina apparently would hear none of Drew correcting her. Doing what he did made him a good person in her eyes, regardless of his intentions or reasons behind it. He gave a slight shrug. If she wanted to stubbornly believe that he was a good guy then she could. It made no difference to him.

"If you say so."

An awkward silence enveloped them. At least, it was awkward to him. What else was there to talk about? Somehow she'd managed to calm him down, though he was no closer to figuring out what the heck was going on. And they'd discussed the recent incident. It wasn't as though they were close friends who could laugh and joke with each other. The sounds of the others people outside got closer but Drew paid them no mind. That is, until the girl with the cannon arm strode into their little sanctuary and fired off four balloons from her cannon. Two aimed a Gina and two at Drew. Being surprised by the watery assault Drew didn't move and thus got soaked. Cannon girl just grinned, winked, and ran off to shoot water balloons at other folks.

"Well at least it wasn't pudding this time."

Drew had been attacked by the girl previously. She liked to make mischief and thought that using her mutant power, an air cannon like appendage that had replaced her right arm, to do so was simply marvelous. The last time it had been pudding, tapioca pudding at that. Drew glanced over to Gina to see if she'd avoided the balloons at all.