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While the cover-up didn't do quite what Skydancer had wanted it to do, it seemed to her like it was a good start. She didn't' expect perfection the first time around anyway, so it wasn't as if she could feel too disappointed. One step at a time and eventually she would find success. Envisioning the ideal outcome was the first step to gaining that outcome, or so her coaches had always told her.

"It's lookin' good, but do you wanna see if a darker complexion conceals the purple a little more effectively?"

"Fantastic idea," Skydancer agreed, allowing her optimism to creep into her voice. After so long being depressed and pessimistic, it felt good to finally feel positive again. Pessimism wasn't really her natural state although it had come depressingly close to becoming it.

Skydancer wiped off the layer of makeup she had put on her arm before rifling through for a darker shade. Once applied, she waited for it to dry. The results were somewhat better than her first attempt, although a little purple still shone through. "Do you think a second layer might help?"

If Skydancer hadn't actually seen Aura in action, she never would have believed the young woman capable of the violence she had heard of her. Here she was, sitting and calmly conversing just like any other person she might meet. Yet, she knew what the girl was capable of because she had seen her in action. She had saved Skydancer's life and for that she was grateful, but she had to remember just how dangerous she could be. Dangerous, at least, to her enemies of which Skydancer was glad to note that she didn't appear to be one of.

"Being who we are can make things hard. Our people hold a lot of sorrow on their shoulders. However their are no right or wrong steps, you will find the path you are suited for. Nature gave us our gifts to aide us on those paths."

Those were wise words and Skydancer nodded thoughtfully. "I wish mutants didn't have to hide what we are. Do you know, when I was a child I had an aunt who was a mutant and then, later, my sister. I wanted nothing more in this life than to be a mutant myself; it was my greatest dream. Then, when it finally happened, I was one of the freaks, the ones people targeted simply because I looked a little different and that dream turned into a nightmare." She was only just starting to come to terms with her life and her appearance. She wasn't' quite to the point of full acceptance yet, but she was getting there.

"Sanctuarys people tend to be transient, in other word's some stay a few days other's like me have lived there for years. Many of us come from awful pasts and do to them would be caged by humanity. Others simply enjoy the idea of a place where they won't have to hide while living a normal life."

Skydancer took a sip of her coffee before replying. Coffee was one of the few bad habits she had allowed herself as a teenager, when she really couldn't' afford any. Being a pique athlete required her not to put any poisons into her body, and that often even included such things as sugar and alcohol. "I don't have to hide what I am at The Mansion either. Everyone seems really nice there, although I've only met a few people. Its good that mutants have a place to go, to be safe and accepted."

Skydancer accepted the piece of cake, opting to eat with a more traditional fork. Watching Aura's power in action really was quite fascinating. "I'm realizing now that I need to learn to defend myself. My power is capable, but that can only take me so far. I'm going to learn martial arts. And I'm going to perform in the circus." all right, so maybe the circus wasn't quite related to anything else, but she felt absurdly proud of that fact and she couldn't' stop the sheepish grin from appearing on her face.

Guilt was the first thing Skydancer felt upon seeing her hero take several bullets; guilt that someone had gotten hurt because of her. He had gotten hurt saving her, because she had done something stupid and gone to the wrong part of town and gotten herself attacked. It wasn't right that someone should get hurt because of her because she should, by now, be able to take care of herself.

"Oh my god, you're shot! We should get you to a hospital." Skydancer ran up to the vigilante, no longer paying attention to her assailant. Between his now mangled leg and the fact that he had been strangled unconscious, he wasn't likely to cause either of them a great deal of trouble for quite a while.

Skydancer didn't have anything more than basic first aid as far as medical experience went. In her years of training, she had seen enough broken and sprained limbs to be familair with those sorts of injuries and how to best treat them, but bullets were another matter entirely. One just didn't encounter bullets in the safety of an indoor training facility. The lack of blood, however, she took as a good sign. Probably. Wasn't it a good sign?

"Ow, thank god I have this vest on."

Vest on. Right. Well, that explained the lack of blood then. "Oh my god, I am so so sorry that this happened to you. I never should have gotten myself in trouble like that. I need to learn to take care of myself better, to defend myself better. What do you want me to do?" Hearing the feral tone in her injured hero's voice, Skydancer wisely kept her distance, just in case. Hopefully he would suggest going to the hospital, because that would be the smartest action to do now, all things considered.

The future was something that Skydancer had been thinking a lot about recently. It was something she had only recently allowed herself to accept was a possibility at all. Being a visible mutant wasn't the end of the world, and in fact it could be the beginning of a whole new world. One dream ending meant that another had room to begin because there could be no new beginnings without there first being an ending. Well, at least that was true in her life, though perhaps not in the lives of all others. She knew she was an obsessive sort and when she set her mind towards something, well, she was rather one tracked about it.

Skydancer found herself sitting on a plush couch in front of a large TV inside The Mansion. The TV was currently on, although she wasn't paying it the least bit of attention. There had been a pair of teenagers in there who had been watching it and had, of course, left without first turning it off. Absorbed in what she was currently doing, Skydancer barely even noticed and, once she did, didn't feel up to the effort of actually getting up to turn it off. It wasn't bothering her any and there was no one else there for it to bother, so it really wasn't doing anyone any harm.

In her hands was a book titled "The Fantastic and Unbelievable History of the American Circus". Skydancer had only just begun her training but even so early on, she knew it was the right choice. There, she could be herself, perform in front of an audience and put her mutation, purple skin and all, to good use. She was nearly half way through the book and had been at it for the last couple of hours. Knowing the history of what she was getting herself involved in was important if she was to gain the proper context and the proper respect for her new profession.

It didn't take the man long to realize just how much trouble he was in. Once the vigilante charged, the only thing he could think to do was to empty the clip of his gun into his direction. Trying to dodge, or better yet running, might have been the smarter option, but his M deprived brain just wasn't thinking so well. Maybe if he had some M then he might have been able to think out a strategy. For that matter, if he had some M he'd be able to wreath his body in caustic purple smoke and dissolve the would be hero's flesh from his bones. Getting some M just wasn't an option, unfortunately for him.

Skydancer watched and, in her eyes, everything turned to slow motion. She saw the bullets the addict emptied from his little handgun go racing towards her hero. She then saw her hero swing his bat into the leg of her attacker and her attacker fall to the ground, clutching his leg and screaming. Despite being threatened with a gun, such agony in his voice made her feel sorry for him. It wasn't entirely his fault that he had gotten hooked on M, although she didn't feel so sorry for him that she did anything to stop the situation. After all, he had still threatened her life.

The agonized screaming, however, wasn't' something Skydancer could easily deal with and now that the gun was no longer in play, she went into action herself. Running forward, a single purple tube burst from her wrist and wrapped itself around his neck. She applied just enough pressure to knock her attacker out but not enough to break his neck or, worse yet, kill him. Once he was silent, she turned to her hero. "Thank you so much. You have my gratitude."

Sometimes Skydancer wanted to hide what she was and blend in with the humans around her and sometimes she didn't. There had been a time, not so long ago, when she wanted to always blend in and eliminate her purple skin entirely. Some positive encounters with a couple other visible mutants, however, had changed her opinions. That and the fact that she had recently applied to work at a circus, a place where her unusual appearance was actually like to work in her favour rather than against her. Confidence was the thing she had been lacking in recent years, ever since she had changed, and confidence was the thing she was finally starting to win back.

Skydancer had spent the last several hours at the circus training facilities and now all she wanted to do was perch herself on a nice tree and read a book. Now that's what being a mutant was all about. What good were super powers if you couldn't use them for your own comfort and amusement, after all? It was the little things that really made life living sometimes and she intended to fully embrace those things.

Being a beautiful sunny day, Skydancer decided that, for once, she was going to go out into the world in all her mutant glory and simply ignore every single stare she received, which is exactly what she did. She still put on her blond wig, something she had become rather fond of, but opted against her usual long jacket. It was simply too nice for that. She put her book in her pocket and made her way to central park, where she proceeded to scope out a sufficiently large tree. Once found, she waited for a quiet moment and then allowed to tubes to pierce her skin from her shoulders. Up the tubes went, curling around a nice sturdy branch and up she went after them, the tubes easily supporting her weight until she was secure on her perch.

Once in the tree, Skydancer took out her book and began reading, happier than she had been in a long while. She wasn't certain how long had gone by before she felt a tickling sensation on one of her hands. A small scream and a startled jump and the little furred critter complete with bushy tail, fell from from the tree and onto the table of the pizza parlor a dozen feet below her. Twitching its little squirrelly nose, it stared with little squirrelly eyes at the brown haired man peacefully eating his pizza at the table.