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So the kid was not totally untalented when it came to observation. Much of it was experience really, but some had a certain knack for it. And his questions presented a chance at payback he would get some more answers for today. Maybe even a little story.

The hand laid the flower on the ground cautiously, and went on to casually stroll among the leaves, weeding out those that were brown or damaged.

“As a matter of fact I am a gardener. Now at least I am. Before my power started acting up I was a steering a river barge in my home country, Germany. Certain disadvantages that came with it made that almost impossible so I took my hobby of plants as my second choice and got quite good at it over the last years.”

Ouch. Maybe he should not have given away that much. He suddenly fell silent as his mouth snapped shut. Oh my, that was quite stupid too, now hes really going to investigate.
His hand clenched around the stalk of the nearest plant and it took him some effort to take it back calmly. His expression shifting to an unmoving mask.

Well the kids fallen into the river, so I better learn to swim right? But the whole truth? No he wasn't getting the hole truth after all. He would someday possibly. He was comforting his conscience with that thought if he were honest with himself, he knew it, but well so far it worked. And conscience was a nuisance really. Focus Martin.

“I was barely considered an adult then. If I may ask, how long has it been for you?”

His Lady saved he went for cover at one of the tunnel walls just in time to see his world fade away.

Did you ever hit a door head on? No? Let me tell you it hurts. Combine it with a real good migraine take times two and this would be what our knight in shining armor went through after his lady had left. His head was pulsing in waves that seemed oddly calm despite his rapid pulse. Calmly they came and went as he crouched into a corner involuntarily, gripping the source of his agony with both hands.

Around him people were slowing, not slowing, going on. Then again, not again.

Focus. Its all in your head. Focus. He was carried back to the hospital with the white floors and silent nurses, the never smiling personnel and their words walking side by side in white floors, antiseptic air, antiseptic employees. The tunnels were the same everywhere, the walks towards eternity on white tiles, linoleum, concrete.

Like a slide show he was swept up and carried away, while his brain was searching for solutions for a problem it could not begin to fathom.
Was this game really over yet?

And then it was gone. All gone.The pain left his brains like crawling worms eating their way out. The tingling on his scalp being the last thing to subside.

As he was lying in a corner, people walking by, not even looking at him twice, he asked himself how much time might have gone by?

Turning the pages slowly he found a newspaper article of the German Die Zeit cut out roughly. The edges were supporting their fair share of stains in brown. Small rings of liquid had soaked the paper as a cup was placed on it, while reading it seemed. And the reader was either addicted or quite insatiable if going by the number of stains. Nowhere on the article was the familiar heading with date and number of Paper. It had been removed with the rest of the pages top, which ended not in a cut, but in a torn edge.

Smoothing it out with an almost gentle touch
-The paper made sounds that faintly sounded like those of falls leaves under feet and had the same feeling to it; was it going to break from those few contacts with his gloves even? He would have to find another one, but that would be a challenge for another day -
on an old wooden table he began reading, the familiar design and style, the language. His lips moved slowly as if he was reciting a prayer.

Ist es wirklich ein Bund?

Nachdem gestern …...

Is there really unity in our force?

After the horrifying attack on five recruits in southern Bavaria earlier this week, four succumbed to their wounds a few days ago. Still the reason for the bombing is a mystery, but well informed sources from the Federal Ministry of Defense have now confirmed mutant involvement in the deaths of not only these soldiers, but also in several other unexplained killings over the last few years.
Official statements still deny any mutant activity, especially ruling out mutant soldiers as possible threats. The Colonel of the training facility went even so far as to tell reporters:

“My boys, be they mutant or not, have nothing to do with the incident during training of the [date]”

He was shortly after transferred to what we can now exclusively report to be the MAD. Both MAD and Ministry of Defense refuse to comment any further then saying that the running investigation in all directions will not be commented on.

A federal funeral has been organized for the killed trainees, to which both the Bundespräsident and Chancellor have already announced their presence.

See also: Commentary page 3,4 History of mutant violence page 5

Well then. Changing directions are we? Let us see how well you take humor.
Eyes sparkling with silent laughter he fell onto the -not very clean- plastic floor of the compartment and bowed before her in a way that would have sufficed even in medieval times. Left fist planted on the ground, right arm resting on the left knee, while he was kneeling on the right.

“If Milady wishes an Escort, that she shall get.”

Just as the wagon moved to halt at the station they had to leave he got up and went before her suddenly looking quite impressive, shoulders and head held high, regal almost, he created an empty space only through rough shoving with shoulders. Strangely enough he did not use his arms. But why use more, if you can achieve the desired effect without lifting a single finger.

As she told him about the opportunity his eyes were serious once more, leading her with slow steps outside. It carried the air of a procession.

“If you could arrange....” He broke off. He was playacting a playact. It was a bit hard to keep in character double. At least he ad not slipped anything.

“Milady is honoring me. Your humble servant. He has gardened since his teenage years and with your Blessing will surely not dissapoint.”

As he went into another bow, while moving backwards against the flow of people trying to reach the train. Bad idea it shot through his head as he was already falling. Some ellbow had just hit him in the side and knocked him over.

And as fate had it the humble servant found himself sitting on his bottom in front of his lady.

What am I? Surely not the Damel in Distress. Surely not that. He wanted to laugh out loud as roles were upturned.

He was amazed. She had seen other countries, which from what he had heard prior to coming here was a thing not many Americans did in their lives. And she had picked out some enchanting ones to go to too. But at the same time he was saddened by the fact, that he had not been on a boat for far too long.

“I do think you are wrong there. The beliefs you describe are ubiquitous in my experience.”

The thought of modern appliances being connected to the view on mutants was making up for his sadness though. Appliances spread desease. He could already imagine the Bild article about it. At the same time he was giving away something unintentionally. The ring of his voice. Its sounded like he meant every word. A twenty year old normally did not support this tone.

“ Even in our rationalized times there are those who view themselves as gods. We seem to be prone to such thoughts as we are so far removed from the rest. Solitude kills them.”

Not that he had had them. His power was far too wild to be considered godly. He was much more worried about those who gave in to those notions as they were apparently facing a society that did not accept such beliefs. They were alone and could not bear it. Some considered that a weakness. Others a natural result of discrimination. At least they should if this country was really like the one he came from. He could feel that this was a topic that was stained crimson for the fights that had been made over it.

“You have made me curious though. What are those safe places?”

He inclined his head slightly to the left as Shin spoke.

Utopia. He was speaking of utopia. The place that is not. Mutants living without being prejudiced was a thing he had found to be an impossible task, but he was intrigued by the way he spoke about it. And he spoke well. It seemed as if he had given that speech a few times before. But a <hook free> arrangement seemed unlikely to him. Some hooks were too thrown at him just now, though he had no intention of evading them. He had just been invited he was very much inclined to see how this social experiment of theirs would turn out to look in his eyes.

Fiddling with the small plant in his hand and taking a deep breath of the clean air he found himself smiling.

“It almost sounds too good to be true. I would like to see it sometime.”

As he took another deep breath he found that the tension, which had been building up inside him was being washed away from him by the rays of the sun. It was like a splash of cold water in the face. Cleaning. Birds were singing in the woods somewhere.

“I hope it has a garden.”