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Evelyn could still hear the sounds of fighting traveling up from the alleyway, the echoes carefully tracking the progress of the battle. Gawain was still ok, it seemed, but she didn't know how long that would last. It was hard to focus on the conversation she was having when she was concerned that Gawain was still trying to fight two assassins by himself. The echoes had been watching the mutants, analzing their battle strategies, and she was getting eager to relay the information, or help put it into action. So eager, she nearly missed the woman's question, and blinked as forced a quick smile.

"Oh, I'm his girlfriend. And while we're apologizing, sorry for this." Before the woman could respond, the sai had transferred to Evelyn's other hand, her fist went flying, and the punch had blindsided the older woman on the side of the face.

Consequences for punching your boyfriend's assassin mom? Soon to be discovered...

As Mirror's mom went down, the knife went falling, rolled off the fire escape and Evelyn was quick to follow it. With quick movements she dropped from one landing to the next, then took the last leap to the ground where the fighters were still engaged. Bending her knees, she landed, rolled, and swung out with the sai, catching the smoke mutant on the back of the knees before he knew what was happening. He fell backwards, half-smoke, half-human, and a kick to the head stopped him from transitioning back to the former.

Problem with having a smoke form was solidifying to hit someone often left vulnerable openings. Echoes 1. Assassins 0.

The larger mutant was clearly surprised by the turn of events, and his fists clenched threateningly. While she'd thought of a way to help with one figure, this was someone she didn't have a strategy against yet. Evelyn tossed one of her sai back to her free hand and shifted them back into battle position. "What'd I miss?" She said casually to Mirror, heart racing in her throat and her shoulder bleeding slightly.

Glad you're ok Enders!


Just a note towards everyone I'm in threads with: the homework monster and the deadline overlord have arrived and are sucking away my free time. I'm trying to reply as quickly as possible to things, but I'm a bit more limited this month until this semester ends. If nothing else, aiming for catch up over thanksgiving!

Getting hit in the head was sort of a problem for Evelyn. With a mental based powers, and the playbacks, trauma meant more than just pain. Trauma meant a full on reboot, and a temporarily scrambled brain. Her knees hit the ground, then her hands, and her mind instantly flooded with memories and information. She couldn't move, she couldn't act. It was not the place you wanted to be when a medieval army was around you.

She could barely make out the sounds of the fight through her own memories. There were flashes of the museum, of getting kidnapped. There were images of paintings, and being at the mansion. There were faces of strangers, and friends, and walking through New York. Her brain was in the middle of a musical she watched when metal clattered on the floor. She heard a voice, but it was hard to focus.

"Brain, reboot. Fine just...processing..." Focusing, focusing. She blinked and dizzily caught sight of the sneering face of the mutant. The destruction around her washed in and out of thought. She reached out for the sai reflexively where it had fallen, and grasped a hand around it. She would be fine for now. This was going to hurt a lot later though.

Evelyn was not exactly thrilled by the situation at this point. This was probably the worst way to meet Gawain's mom, but assassins weren't typically your 'invite over to dinner' variety. Probably better than Maya meeting her parents... They both had family issues.

The echoes caught the com falling away though, and that was a relief. She dealt with getting pushed into the wall, hissing what she could back as the facial features changed. At this point she wasn't too taken aback by mutations.

"Gawain had some questions, is sort of a long story. Ran into someone who...met a relative who probably isn't the best apple of the family tree. But he wants to know who his dad is." Well, that was the crash course in things. Below she could still almost follow the sounds of the fight. She was getting more impatient now that she couldn't help.

Superhero. Well, that was certainly an idea. Evelyn matched the sneer though and chuckled slightly. She kept confidence in her movements, meanwhile still tracking the fight below. But talking allowed was enough stalling to try to avoid beating Gawain's mom...or...getting beat up by her. "Superhero has a ring to it, but what makes you certain I'm one of the good guys? There are plenty of vigilantes around."

She caught the knife with the sai, and countered with a blow towards the mans legs. He dodged it easily, but the push with her right hand opened up a moment to switch both weapons to the same hand. Backpedaling she managed to fish out another star and send it into the wall next to the fighters. Both sai came back in time to catch the knife. The kick to her shin sure stung though. She focused back on her own fight. They exchanged a few hits, and the knife clipped her shoulder. The sting hurt, but considering what could happen it wasn't worth noting at this point. She wasn't getting anywhere fast in the fight, but the echoes were starting to learn. Which had would get favored, which battle habits she could take advantage of. Training with the x-men had certainly given her echoes a leg up or two.

The echoes continued to read the stranger, bit by bit studying her reactions. She was definitely open to talking, and there was something almost hopeful in her voice. At least, that was what the echoes were noting. She caught that a lot around mutants. When you were different, you fed off of a sense of familiarity, and you picked up on odd traits, pieces of hope. In a way, you could almost gravitate towards a mutant, because they were drawn towards you. Mutants responded almost like magnets, turning towards each other.

"The museum is quiet most of the time, but I'm probably not the best person to be in customer service. I work mostly with the acquisitions and making sure the displays are historically accurate and set up right." She remarked. "I can relate to having a lot on your mind." She added, echoes buzzing and noting different figures walking past. Information drifted back and forth through her mind, a constant stream of information to think through.

Evelyn pulled her attention back to things as the woman offered the seat. She gave a slight smile and sat, then blinked at the strangers suddenly admission. "You're observant. And right. They did change. That happens when my powers are active." She said casually. The stranger was forward enough. It gave her the courage to try the same, especially when she watched her eyes change color.

"So I doubt there is anyway to ask it without being rude: voices, ghosts, telepathy? I'd know that look anywhere. It's like being tuned into a radio signal no one else is." She flashed a slight smile back so hopefully the woman wouldn't think she was trying to insult her. The voices in your head assumption definitely sounded insulting when you weren't careful.