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He glanced at his roommate, knowing the first question came from him. He knew the concern there. Jiri didn't want to end up being a target like a large majority of the population. But lucky for Jiri, his mutation put him relatively out of the line of fire. Practically an unknown.

"It depends on where you are and how the population feels towards mutants. New York has probably the most clashes between mutants and non-mutants. But I think that has more to do with a generally more crowded population. I've been to a couple small towns in Ohio and they treated me alright."

"How to tell if your a mutant? I honestly don't know. For me it was an instinct, kind of a pull in the right direction. Like someone took my hand and told me what to do, without actually doing any of that. For others, it might happen by sensation or emotion. You just don't know until it happens."

He chuckled when Jiri blurted out his surprise but was equally surprised by the massive amounts of people who seemed to care about this factoid. He frowned, nervousness made apparent even as Jiri teased him. "Ah, um, well first off, yes that was my roommate and secondly, why does it matter if I've dated or not? It hasn't been exactly a priority."

His priority had been survival up to this point and he wasn't sure if he should tell them that. Homelessness wouldn't exactly be sexy. But then again, he didn't want to be sexy to these people. He was more interested in getting the facts straight. Still his former home status was not something he wanted to flaunt.

Apparently his roommate didn't like the bodyguard comment either and he tossed the pillow back with a chuckle.

"Great-great-great grandmother huh? I suppose it'd be a possibility. I mean technically every human being is related because humans came from a relatively small group. So humanity, mutants included, is just one big pile of distant relatives having babies."

"I suppose it's possible but it doesn't look like the mutant gene does anything in halves. So either you are or you aren't. You can't get mutation through blood transfusion, again it's not a virus or bacteria, it's a gene. So just like blood type your body would more than likely reject it as useless and toss it out. By "getting it on" I assume you mean sex and I would assume it's no more difficult for physical mutants than everyday people."

The last couple of questions truly made his eye twitch, "Murderous mutants, as you put it, are calmed just the same as any body. A man with a gun or a knife are talked down and so too would mutants. The damage done by mutants is honestly no greater than those who have killed for centuries. Need I remind you that humans have being on a destructive path for a really long time. The only reason the world isn't a nuclear creator is because of mutually assure destruction."

"And no I don't think mutants are superior or more evolved. From what research I can find on the matter, mutants are a subset of a base human. There's a great potential to branch off. But due to the randomness of the gene, it's more akin to the canine "slippery gene". In which one or few genes are responsible for a large amount of change. Honestly dogs are a great example of massive variation within a species. A chihuahua and a great dane may look vastly different but they're still both dogs. They both still belong to canis familiaris which comes from the same branch of wolves, canis lupus. In the same vein, both mutants and non-mutants belong to homo sapien sapien, who branched off from homo antecessor and-I'm rambling aren't I?"

He gave a nervous chuckle, covering his face with an embarrassed sigh before looking at Jiri first, then screen, "Sorry, genetics is probably one of my favorite topics."

He grinned at her little show. It was a pretty power, he'd giver her that. Definitely something non-mutants wouldn't mind having around. He was willing to bet that her power showed up in a moment of calm or happiness. Probably was wonderful for her. No, he wasn't jealous, really he wasn't.

“That isn’t for eating, just decoration. What do you really do? Convert food into super speed? Use food to fly? Something not at all related to food?”

He chuckled at her comments, "Well it's actually more food related than you think." He poured the chips on top of his partially eaten second sandwich and held his hand over it. It wasn't a necessary motion but it helped a little. The food broke down under his power and reformed into a cluster of blue winged moths. The little creatures scattered for effect.

"Decaying organic matter into organic life."he smirked, knowing the reaction by now would be a positive one.

Alex sat down in front of the older man. No apparently much older mutant, not by just decades, but centuries of time. This man must have seen the world wars, civil rights eras, the registration act. He was there for all of that and more. It was a ridiculous notion but not one that he could dismiss. There were mutants out there who lived just as long as Hades and have seen just as much. But he didn't think they were as powerful. He couldn't help but give Hades more respect that he already had.

But he still could wrap his head around the idea that the only thing Hades wanted out of this was a potential ally. Not even a guaranteed ally. Wouldn't that be a waste of time and resource? A risk that wouldn't really work it. He caught the questions on the tip of his tongue and waited until Hades was done speaking.

"Perhaps I also see it as a chance to pass on some small portion of my knowledge to other people. Perhaps it might do some good. From what I can see, there are turbulent times ahead for mutants."

He frowned and thought about this. "I guess you've seen a lot turbulence before, you probably have seen plenty of it before...Triple digits...God..." He leaned back, smiling a little, "I guess anything I tell you would be old news, something you've probably heard or seen before." No need for back-stories then, not unless Hades really wanted to hear it for some reason. Hades probably has heard enough tragedy in his lifetime. He didn't need his own on top of that.

He looked from the questions to Jiri and back again. It was clear he was starting to regret this decision but there was no turning back when there were more people than he had ever faced asking him questions. He was going to have to ask Jiri some questions about the internet after this. He had only ever used it for research.

Taking a breath he went about reading and answering the question.

"Okay you guys, really like ColdSteel. Personally I've never met the guy, so I wouldn't know. Plus there are other factors like, is the adapted trained in fighting or not and what kind of sharks are we talking. As for how the cops treated me. Well they did roll up when I had just killed a man so they were understandably freaked out. I'm just grateful they called an ambulance and didn't just stuff me in the back seat of one of their cars. That said I did wake up cuffed to the bed and collared."

He corked a brow at the stitches question, "I dunno if you wanna see the stitches, they're kinda gross..." He glanced up at Jiri, thinking about it. He wasn't exactly shy when it came to his body. He had after all spent the majority of his life outside, so some nudity was bound to happen. "But if you really wanna see..." He hiked up his shirt enough to reveal the bandage pad and slowly peeled that back to show where the knife had pierced him.

"You guys see that? There's some salve there to speed up the healing process but it hurts like a bitch to move around too much." Stripping for the internet, this was probably something Jiri hadn't planned for. "But it's not the first time I've been injured like this, so I know how to deal."

"Have you talked to the Mansion staff? They've got to know some lawyers that are decent with mutant cases. No way this is the first time one of their students has had to defend themselves."

"Not yet but I might in the morning. Actually I probably should, not only because of what happened but I uh...left without really saying goodbye or giving them a reason." He coughed and tried to ignore the guilt in his gut, as well as the sensation of fear. They might be angry that he left and his returned was accented by a court trial for killing someone in self-defense.

At the question of live video, Jiri seemed surprised at first then all at once way too excited.

"You want to Skype the internet?...Dear god, why not. As long as we only accept text questions, it should stay manageable. Let me get my webcam turned on."

He watched the other boy set up the technical stuff, things he never really thought about or heard of. If he was going to live a normal life, when he have to get as knowledgeable about computers. Even this small thing felt way out of his range. Before he could even put any larger thought into it, Jiri had everything set up and was hiding behind the computer.

"Just keep that camera the hell away from me, okay? Some of us aren't ready to be celebrities. My underwear is famous enough as it is."

"Right, lets get started then." He hit the start button and watched video chat room come to life. There were already way more people than he felt comfortable with. "Um, hi, all of you people...wow there are a lot of you...So what are your guys questions?" He started reading the questions that were popping up in the chat room, it all felt like it would going by way too fast.

"Ooo boy, that was fast..." He watched the replies pop in rapidly and it was kind of overwhelming to see this many people wanted to talk to him. He took a breath and decided to answer as many as he could in one go. That seemed like the most efficient way to go about it.


He hit send and laid back with a sigh. "Ugh, that last one was hard. Now we wait for more replies." He scrubbed his face and yawned, "This ought to be fun."