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He could hear the insincerity in her voice. She really didn't care for that type of film. He commented "Big explosions, small plot."

She raised him Keanu Reeves. Ashton raised her a "Whoa." It was a dead-on impression, sans the accent. He glanced her way. "Same character, every movie. Can we say 'typecast'?" He sure could. They needed... well... he made the comment. Men, not actors.

That comment inspired a tough question. Ashton had to consider silently for a second. Finally, he came to a conclusion. "I suppose there's the rub, isn't it? The Duke played one hell of a cowboy. He was a man, but... he fell into the same role. Became the character. Bogart played a real man's man, strong. The characters he played usually worked with his particular talents. In the end, I guess it has to fall on both the actors and the director, really. If the director knows how to work the actor to bring out their strengths, then you have a draw. A bad director... gives you bad movies. Like things with Keanu Reeves... or Cage in Con Air."

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Interesting character.

By the time he got there, the Asian was already attacking the giant robot with a sword.

Hold up. Pause this show.

Where the Hell had he gotten a sword? He hadn't had that on him before. And somehow, shifting his focus to the giant robot, Ashton got the feeling that small sword wouldn't do much against the machine's leg.

Clank clank, nope. It smashed helplessly against the metal mammoth. Ashton rolled his eyes up towards the sky. He couldn't even come close to spotting blue behind the caped creation. How were they going to handle this? Good lord.

And with this many civilians on the scene, this was going to be difficult. Were these people helping the Kid those X-men vigilantes the station had called? One was entangling the robot's feet with roots or vines... Another was doing something else... and a third wore... a costume. Ashton's eyebrow arched as his eyes settled on her for just a second. She was pretty, but... he had mixed feelings about that costume. Costumes were kind of stupid for crime-fighting... unless they were maid outfits or nurse outfits or... He could go on. Ashton scoffed, shaking his head, and returned his focus to the robot. Maybe he'd give her some of his attention later, after they were done with this situation. He could even suggest a new wardrobe for her. Hot and in a maid outfit would be a definite improvement. That'd be more his type.

"Shinbo, quit slashing at that thing like an idiot! Do something useful!" Ashton shouted, through cupped hands. He turned towards the blond, and any other X-folks that were listening. "The same goes for YOU ALL! Attacking it directly isn't th' way to take this sort of behemoth down. At least whoever's controlling those vines has the right idea."

>>”I’m not a hopeless romantic.”

He took it as face value. Neither was he.

>>”I just like the acting in the old movies. It’s so much more earnest. Things were simpler then. There just weren’t as many variables. You know? Men were men. Women were impressed.”

"Same here," Ashton shared. "Guess I went overboard dissecting it. Let the movie be the movie, right? A sigh just a sigh." He turned back towards the screen, casually popping a few more kernels of corn into his mouth, chewed. Kept talking. "The fundamental things apply, as time goes by."

"... Thank goodness Nicholas Cage isn't in this one," He added after a thoughtful second of watching the movie in silence. "We need more men being men, not actors."

((Set on 10/16/10. Invited are Kai, Mirror, Ashton, and that scoundrel, Shin. *Shakes fist*))

That scoundrel. Why had he been foisted upon him like this? Since when did men like him have to babysit?

Ashton didn't like kids. This kid was a kid. He was fresh, like a baby goat. Every bleat from the kid's mouth annoyed him. Why had he gotten stuck babysitting? It was just uncool.

Earlier that day, his boss had walked up to his desk, smiled, and told him he was going to be working with a new 'recruit' today. One of those 'X-men' the city police department liked to work with these days. Those costumed superheroes. Ashton didn't approve. He'd smiled, he'd nodded a 'Sure, boss', and avoided any smacks to the back of his head. The assignment wasn't a debate. It was an order.

Now, he was stuck with him.

He'd have to give the probie a hard time, just to make things easier for them both.

"So, what do you even do?" Ashton asked the Japanese man sitting uncomfortably in his chair. The boy had his legs crossed like something didn't fit right. What was up with that?

>>"What no handshake?"

He let his a thin smile be his taciturn response. His hands stayed where they were.

"Name?" He asked.

Her face was a mask that didn't hide her emotions well. There was a tautness to her features. Body language told him that comment might be the last of its kin. She was serious now, business as usual. With the body where and how it was, that probably had something to do with the change. It was gruesome. They could joke with people all they wanted. That did not change the fact. One learned to distance themselves from the grisly nature of a crime scene with dark humor, sarcasm, biting wit. He'd learned to space himself from it, to not let it bother him. That still never prepared one for this sort of thing. He mentally referred to it as a 'body', but of course... it wasn't a corpse yet... and so, he wouldn't joke about it. They were both adults. He wasn't kidding around here. She'd stopped, too. To joke at a crime scene like this one set a bad example for his subordinates. Nobody needed to get in the habit of having the back of their head smacked.

She introduced herself. He committed the name to memory. Federal Marshall Gage. That told him why she was here, 'nuff said. Ashton gave a slight nod.

Her eyes veered back towards the body. Ashton's eyes followed.

>>"Got an ID on the victim?" She asked.

Ashton recalled the vic's ID. One of the forensics team had plucked it out with a pair of tongs. They'd been lucky. It had fared better than the rug. "His name is Paul Perrette." He looked at her back as she stared at Paul. "Lives in Suburbia. A computer programmer. Different from the last one." He paused, and eyed her. "You are aware of the previous case similar to this?" Ashton asked her. It was mutant-related, it was likely to conclude. If she was here, she had probably connected some dots.

Unless she was one of those curious gawkers interesting crime scenes attracted.