10783/Musings in Mutant Town

Musings in Mutant Town
Date of Scene:	19 January 2020
Location:	Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
Synopsis:	In Mutant Town, Wolfsbane and Nemean, two mutants of different origins, encounter each other.
Cast of Characters:	Wolfsbane, Nemean

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Wolfsbane has posed:
Night in Bushwick, commonly known by many as Mutant Town. Light snow falls, dusting the neighborhood with a sheet of white, but not heavy enough to really deter too much, though some people choose to stay in. It's enough that things are quieter compared to usual.

Near Rockman's Apartments, Wolfsbane is engaged in conversation with a couple people who look like they're local to the area. The two aren't visibly obvious mutants, though one holds enough of a flame in the palm of a hand that it warms the three up. The other nods to a few things, but soon they part ways. The two enter the apartment building, and she moves on along the sidewalk. Eyes scan her surroundings, and clear signs of the animal are present. In fact, the fur is a little thicker than usual, given the chill. She wears her usual outfit, which also serves as a costume of sorts.

Nemean has posed:
Mutant Town is pretty much the only place that Nemean feels he can go without his hood up. He was in town looking to buy a suit, one he could use for super heroics. Or at least regular heroics. Having finished his purchase, which is going to be extremely expensive, he is now walking back towards the lair.

Once he exits Mutant Town he'll have to put his hood up and move to the rooftops, but for now it's nice to be able to feel almost normal again, despite being a huge lion man.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Even in Mutant Town, the visible ones stand out ahead of the rest. It can be a source of interest in some cases, revulsion in others depending on the type of appearance. In Wolfsbane's case, it's mostly been a positive when others have seen her, especially given the fact some know her to have helped out around the area in the past when it comes to the safety of others.

At times, it still feels odd to see a welcoming face instead of one that is immediately distrustful.

Along the way, not far from Club Evolution, a glimpse is caught of another who looks notably different, and he's on the same side of the street as she is. Nemean gets a curious blink of the eyes at first, then a tilt of the head.

Nemean has posed:
It's hard not to look at the wolf girl that's near him, as Nemean gives her a quick look over. She doesn't look like a mutant...Well, mutate, like him. He's taken to using that term since he's been mutated rather than being born with it naturally. He continues his walk, since it's bringing him in the same direction as her. He raises one of his hands up to offer a wave in her direction.

Wolfsbane has posed:
There's a moment of pause as the wolfen mutant takes note of the lion's features, top to bottom. The coloring is not what she'd normally expect, but much of the rest fits what a lion ought to look like. At least, a lion that is blended with a human.

A claw-tipped hand rises and falls in a muted wave in return, and she shifts closer to the wall of the building she's in front of, giving him room to pass if he so chooses. "Hullo," she at least offers.

Nemean has posed:
"Hey." He replies, as he nods his head, mane shaking with the nod, "How're you doing out here? Weather's kinda bad to just be wandering around in the dark, don't you think?" He says, hoping he's not offending

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane shifts a shoulder and glances around, tugging a part of her outfit a little closer as a gust of wind picks up. "I'm no' verra cold," she explains, gesturing to the fur. "It helps keep us warmer, ye know." She includes him in the explanation, since he does look like he's in the same general situation as she is. Her feet, it's revealed, are also bare.

Nemean has posed:
"Yeah I know what you mean." He replies, "Just, I dunno, making sure you're okay." He doesn't wanna sound patronizing, but he's also concerned because she seems a little young to be out on her own at this time of night. So he's trying to be friendly, "Your accent, it sounds.." He considers for a second, "Scottish?" He didn't want to say British

Wolfsbane has posed:
"I know how tae take care o' muhself," the shorter, wolfen one remarks. There's a hint of defensiveness there, an answer that's a step or two faster in coming, but she doesn't have the look of someone too offended. Maybe that's because she adds, "An'..good guess. Aye, I'm Scots. How did ye know?" She's still sizing him up, probably committing certain things to memory.

Nemean has posed:
"Used to work with the feds, I've worked with folks from all over the world." Nemean replies, "I'm Nemean." He says, as he offers one of his big paws to her.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Scent, features, the strength of the handshake as it's offered and accepted, all noted. "Wolfsbane." She does appear more wary at the mention of the feds, asking a question that sounds like it tails off. "I'm guessing ye mean 'used tae' because o'.." She gestures to him, to finish the observation. "But ye were no' always like this."

Nemean has posed:
"Yeah that's a fair guess." He says, as he feels the strength of her own shake, "Got changed against my will. Wound up hooking up with some others in a similar boat.."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane's handshake is more a gentle one. Brows shift upward, no implication needed for her to understand that he is not like her in that regard. "I'm sorry," she says, and it sounds like she means it, that it isn't just some cliched response. "Have ye..ahh, how are ye handling it?"

Nemean has posed:
"Honestly it's been a few months now. Stuff's been a bit weird, but uh, I'm adjusting well enough." He says, "Hopings ome day to be able to get some revenge on the folks who did this to me, but that'll come when it comes...Honestly for the most part it's an improvement..Except when you wanna go get a burger in the mid afternoon."

Wolfsbane has posed:
There's enough snow falling that some of it begins to catch at hair and fur, though not much yet along the costume itself. Wolfsbane gives a mild shiver in conjunction with what she's told, shaking her head a few times. "An' this is th' way ye are noo? For good?" she asks, a potentially difficult question to consider, but there it is. At least there's a twitch of a smile that comes and goes at the mention of the burger. "I believe ye there."

Nemean has posed:
"As far as I know, I can't go back to being human." He says, "But even if I could, honestly...I've grown kinda used to it. I don't know if I would at this point. But the folks who did this, they also messed with my mind. And that I'm not cool with.." He frowns heavily, brushing a bit of snow off his shoulders, "I don't like having folks in my head."

Wolfsbane has posed:
At this reveal, the wolfen mutant extends a hand to briefly touch at Nemean's arm, to give it a light squeeze. Again, there is sympathy, even some sadness. "Tha's terrible. I wish I had something smart tae say about all tha', but ye just have tae make th' most o' it if ye can. It may no' help verra much, but I'm sure th' others ye're wi' are there for ye when ye need it. It's better than being alone."

Nemean has posed:
"I appreciate the sentiment." Nemean says, as he puts his hand down on her own as it pats his arm, "Thanks." He says, "And yeah, don't worry about me. I'll make due, like you said." He smiles, "So you're...Well, a mutant, right? Like I'm not trying to be rude, but you know you could be an alien or some kind of alternate dimension human or something, I know those are all running around these days.."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane glances down toward the bigger hand, paw, whatever it really is compared to her own, which looks normal except for the fur and claws. "Aye, a mutant," she confirms. "A shapeshifter, but just a wolf." If he asks for more details, he'll find out if she's in a sharing mood or not. "I spent a wee bit o' time living around here last year. I was just around tae see how a couple people were doing."

Nemean has posed:
"Ahh, I gotcha.." He says, as he considers for a second, "I was looking for a shop...Which I found, and was able to buy what I was looking for..Though it'll take a while to get it since it's custom."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane's head tilts at this. "A shop? Whit kind o' shop?" she wonders, especially at the mention of something custom. "Is it a place in th' area here?" The hand slips back to her side, then fingers interlock with those of her other hand for a few seconds.

Nemean has posed:
"Yeah. It's a costume shop.." He makes a motion behind him, the direction he was coming from, "They're small and owned locally by a mutant, but I figured it'd be a good place to pick something up."

Wolfsbane has posed:
A pause, then a flash of recognition follows. "Tha' sounds familiar. I think I met her once." She comes to look in the direction the shop was, relative to Mutant Town itself. Yes, she must have the right place in mind if it's the same one. "An' a costume, aye?"

Nemean has posed:
"Yeah. Uh. Had a bit of an incident around the holidays that made me realize maybe I need a costume. Not that I expect folks to recognize me like this, but it's still a good idea to have something that's kinda, you know, able to be used easier when you're punching bad guys.."

Wolfsbane has posed:
"What sort o' incident?" Wolfsbane asks. She's begun to move again, in case the lion mutant is in a mood for more walking. "A' least ye could have something protective," she adds, not having made the connection between his name and its meaning.

Nemean has posed:
"Bunch of folks trying to steal money from a store right before Christmas. Ended up helping Beast Boy take them down but it was the middle of the day." He says, "And I'm pretty durable but you know, I'm not opposed to extra protection."

Wolfsbane has posed:
If there's any recognition of the name, it's minimal. There, in fact, is. "In tha' case, whit are ye thinking ye'll have done? If ye need tae keep yuir identity secret, tha's a good reason for it," Wolfsbane explains, a hand gesturing with the palm up.

Nemean has posed:
"I guess I just figure, you know. It's not a bad idea to have a costume if I'm going to be doing vigilante things.." He replies, offering her a bit of a smile, "And I'm definitely going to be doing those."

Wolfsbane has posed:
"A lot who are like us end up doing things like tha'," Wolfsbane replies. Her own clothing fits the bill of what many would consider a costume, so there's something to that. "Just be careful. It can be verra dangerous, even more than whitever ye did before all this." The snow picks up in places, but is still not too much trouble to get around in. Many shops haven't even closed yet, as they pass.

Nemean has posed:
"Ugh. This weather is getting worse." He mutters, as he pulls his hoodie up against himself a bit tighter, "Should probably get inside soon. Even the fur isn't going to stop the cold soon.." He mutters.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane makes a face, looking around the area. "I think ye're right. I should let ye be on yuir way. I've got a ways tae go ahead o' me as well, but I try tae come oot here still from time tae time an' visit friends an' people I know. We're no' verra hard tae spot here."

Nemean has posed:
"Sure." Nemean says, "Trust me I'm sure I'll be around Mutant Town plenty. It's like the only place I can walk around with my hood off."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane smiles, then, at that and lifts a hand for another wave. "Just watch oot for trouble, then. Ye never know where ye'll find it. An' dinna forget yuir friends." She turns to leave, casting one more glance over a shoulder toward the feline.