13662/Wandering Around Town

Wandering Around Town
Date of Scene:	24 July 2021
Location:	Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
Synopsis:	A random bit of charity work becomes a weird conversation with Mr. Sinister about magic, science and the divine!
Cast of Characters:	Kit Killovarras, Sinister

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Kit Killovarras has posed:
It's a nice day, a little warm but it doesn't seem to be too terribly bad. It's a couple days after the train incident and Kit can be found wandering, though today he's not wearing his hoodie, but rather a simple white t-shirt. He's not covering his paws, nor hiding his tail either! At very least in this place, it seems he doesn't feel the need to hide what he is, though given the nature of his mutation, it still gets him looked at weird, even in a part of the city designated for mutants. After all, it's not every day that you see a massive, bipedal hyena walking down the road!

Sinister has posed:
People with extra arms out of the middle of their chests or occasionally two-faced people that look like Janus, but it is a little unusual to have this much of an animorph. But here, it's just not looked at except by the visitors and there's always a few of those types, coming to where they can get things cheaper than elsewhere, because of the level of poverty of the region.

Not everyone here is impoverished though, even though there's nothing on the outside that says this. Sinister is currently surveying the current crop of survivalists, down and outs and newcomers to the block, from the top of a five story run-down apartment block. Graffiti litters it, but it's otherwise remarkably clean. When you have nothing, anything you do have is precious, right? Maybe it's the mind that tattle-taled on Kit, because he was mostly covered up on the subway, but red eyes settle on him, tracking him on the street below.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Into a corner store Kit goes! Coming back out a few minutes later with a bag full of smaller bags, full of various goodies and necessities. Then he starts his way around to a few of the down-and-out sort, offering each he comes across a smile, some kinds words and a bag.

Sinister has posed:
Well, look at that. A do-gooder. But definitely on street level, behind Sinister a voice mutters "Sir, can we get you to sign the repair orders?" "Oh, yes. Of course." == and briefly he's not visible on the roof, putting pen to paper on his tenement. How many of those he owns, well, nobody really knows. But then, he's flitting from one roof to the next, walking on the air between rooves to keep up with Kit.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Well when you have more than you need, why not share it? Kit manages to make his way aroubd rather quickly due to his long legs, though at obe point he even cracks open a manhole cover and drops a larger bag in after a moment or two of waiting.

Sinister has posed:
A lot of arguments can be made for that, and against it. More as an overall, against - but for a multitude of reasons that all can be argued /against/ too. There's a tsk from above finally a landing from on high to the street in one Fwoomp. The attire is as it was, fleetingly, in the subway, before he painted himself a new face and vanished in the crowd, post-incident. He looks over the anthropomorphic aardwolf once.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
The landing gets a slight jump from Kit, though he doesn't respond with panic. He dusts himself off after standing back up abd closing the manhole, then gives Sinister a glance and a tilt of his head. "Well, that's a neat trick. How high did you fall from?" he asks with a curious tilt of his head.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister flicks a brow up, rather than arching it. The expression doesn't last long enough to be a true spocking. "Ten stories," he replies, pointing up at the mid-rise in the middle of this particular block, casting shadow down below. "Or in the proper vernacular, floors." English by the sounds of him. "What /are/ you doing?" he indicates the manhole cover with a flick of a wrist.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"Helping a few friends," Kit says with a smile. "Not everyone is able to live on the surface, so I occasionally grab some supplies for them." He scratches the back of his head with a slight grin, then adds, "It can look a little weird, I know, but still." Then he looks up at the buildings around them and whistles. "That's a hell of a fall..."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister opens his mouth, but seems to change his mind on what he was going to say, glancing to the sewer grate instead. "I suppose so. In my experience, most the live beneath -chose- to, rather than have no alternative." He glances up at the building, then at more distant skyscrapers. "I've fallen from higher," he sniffs, looking back at Kit, across his cheek. "You were in the bronx subway station, weren't you?"

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit shrugs a little and gives a simple, "I wasn't much different than them a while back actually and no, some of us really don't have a choice." he says, his smile fading just a little. "Outside of the school and this part of town, I still have to hide what I am." When the station is mentioned, his ears immediately fold to the sides for a moment, then he tilts his head slightly, "I was..." he says, studying the man for a moment before he adds, "You changed your shape while I was getting the hell away from there.. Your the one who opened the operator station door though, right?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister flicks the brow again, idly folding his arms and sitting down on the air, as if it's a comfortable chair. He just... floats there. "Every day, I see people hiding when they should be loud and proud. It's disgusting, really, how conservative the progressive minds of mankind still remain. If it's a golden haired god, hoorah. If it's a genetically atavistic magician, ooh no, run." He shakes his head a little, leans as if there's an arm on his invisible air-chair and tilts his head. "Correct."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"It is, but part of human nature is to fear what it doesn't understand," Kit says with a shrug, then gives a little chuckle and adds, "I've learned recently, that not everyone is like that though." Then he gives a bit of a stretch after folding up the empty bag and slipping it in his pocket. "And as for those who are? I mean, what can you do? There's honestly no winning against fools."

Sinister has posed:
"And that's just making excuses for other people, where human kind as a species greatest and most laudable trait is their damned adaptability. We're an amazing lot when it comes to stubbornly refusing to adapt, wouldn't you say?" Sinister shakes his head with that, resting his chin on his knuckle-rest on the invisible floating chair arm. "You though... you are an oddity."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit just laughs a bit and smiles, tilting his head as he muses, "Less making excuses for people and more repeating the excuses they've made for themselves." with a shrug, studying Sinister for a moment before he adds, "Even if people refuse to change, we exist never the less." Then he gets called an oddity and he flicks an ear, giving a thin, toothy grin as he asks, "How so?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister gestures with his other hand, toward Kit. "That is your mutation," he indicates the up and down. "But I have a feeling you are the product of two worlds. I sensed the tingle of magic in the subway."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit nods, looking down at his paws for a moment, allowing some of that violet energy to crackle through them before he explains, "I belong to a family of mages, yes." with a smile. "That and from what I've read, most mutants learn of their mutation through puberty.. I was born like this."

Sinister has posed:
"It happens, but it's rare. Very rare, actually. Usually that only occurs in family lines of mutant and even then," Sinister taps his lip, resting back from his elbow prop and instead putting his feet up on the invisible recliner. "Do either of your parents have a relationship to the striped hyena?"

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit shakes his head, "Not that I'm aware of." he says with a tilt of his head. "I'm the first mutant in my family that I'm aware of as well. From what my grandfather told me, weren't even aware that our people could mutate like this.."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister hmmmns, narrowing the glowing red eyes a bit. He taps his chin more, crossing his ankles. "Where are you from, then?" he asks, with a hint of curiosity. "Sometimes, it is environment that spawns mutation. THe age of the atom has caused an escalation in such things to occur. That and the universe opening wide."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"I was born near Cairo," Kit explains, "Though my family is from all over Egypt." He gives a little shrug and looks down at his arms, studying his stripes for a moment before he adds, "Striped hyenas  are pretty common around those parts, though, I should also point out that I'm an Aardwolf, not a striped hyena." Then he taps his muzzle as he gives Sinister a smile. "Two different species technically, we have thinner muzzles and different diet."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister squints at the shape of the mutant's head. "Oh yes, silly me, I've seen so very many anthropomorphic Hyaenidae in my lifetime, I totally got that cross-wired and should have measured your muzzle width. Nevemind that you're a hybrid with human which adds all kinds of extra rules to the anatomical adjustments... suffice to say, I shall take your word for it. You're you, after all. More insectivore, I trust?" But he's also doing a bit of mental calculations. "Well, there's been plenty of mutagens in egypt over the millenia, it's produced quite a number of rather powerful examples of mutantkind."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit chuckles a little at the sarcasm and muses, "Most people don't know the difference, though generally no one really cares," he says as he puts his arms behind his head, "Normally people take one look at me and run away screaming." Then Sinister asks about him being an insectivore and he nods, "Termites mostly, though I can eat other things. Nothing really quite fills me the same though." The mention of there being a number of powerful mutants who've come from Egypt gets a nod and a smile, "I've actually met a couple mutants from my home country already."

Sinister has posed:
"I prefer honey ants," Sinister comments offhand, then considers further. "Ororo Munro for one, I'd wager," he thinks of others that he knows of. "You'd not have met him, at least not in person and frankly that other one you could've met and never known. Who else?" This he asks casually and nonchalant. "My statistics show the older a civilization, the more mutants tend to get produced. But in a similar vein, the more contamination one instills into one's environment the more likely you are to have mutation. It actually ends up being the topic of quality, over quantity."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"The first other I met was on the boat I came here from. Older gentleman," Kit explains, "Stronger than anyone has the right to be, but about as skinny as me." Then he gives a little shrug and adds, "Ororo I only met about a week ago." Then Sinister gets onto the topic of older civilizations creating more mutants and he just shrugs, "Any statistics on how many naturally born mages have mutated? I'd honestly hate to think I'm the first.."

Sinister has posed:
"You are not the first. I have to wonder how it interacts. He turns about, still on his invisible floating chair and points toward billboards over time square in the distance, where the occasional avengers face flashes in pixels to sell products to the masses. It happens, don't deny that it does! "Scarlet Witch -- Wanda Maximov, is mutant, with magic. For one." He turns about and looks again at Kit. "I have been informed by indiviuals far more savvy in the field than I, that anyone can learn magic. So it is more that you have a gifted bloodline that popped a mutation. Mind, Hyenas have a great deal of magic in african folklore, so..." he shrugs.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit nods, his lips parting in a toothy smile again as Sinister mentions how anyone can learn magic, then he gives a shrug and admits, "Anyone can learn it, yes. The difference is, I was born with a connection to magic. Everyone in my family was for as many generations back as we've been able to record." He looks at the billboard and tilts his head, then gives a nod. "Well at least that's reassuring."

Sinister has posed:
"It is? Well, I suppose it might be. Magic is interesting, I'll give it that, but I prefer in the end, things that can be measured, quantified and controlled to a greater degree. The mystical arts are powerful and have rules, but they seem to have some truly bizarre requisites to those rules at times." Sinister glances to the direction of the billboards of time square again and back. "Why is it reassuring?"

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"It's reassuring because it means I'm not the first." Kit says with a tilt of his head, "I've always hated the idea that I might actually be alone in what I am." Then he shrugs and looks down at his paw. "The laws of magic are easier to understand, once you learn the nature of it and accept the School you're bound to. Most of my family are simple magicians, but my grandfather and I are bound to another dimension entirely."

Sinister has posed:
"Really? Perhaps I should discuss that further with the Morningstar," Sinister muses, but seems intrigued. "I am woefully uneducated in that particular area. Another dimension?" You've got his attention, Kit. That much is clear from the fact he sat up, dropped his leg rest an leaned forward, with elbow on knee. "Tell me more."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"It's hard to explain," Kit says with a shrug, "But, I can pull dimensional energy through me at will." As he speaks, he pulls the bag out of his pocket again, ripping it a little before tracing his claws over the damaged part of the bag. That same violet energy pours out of his claw and into the plastic, causing the material to fuse back together. "My grandfather and I both have the ability to focus the energy of other dimensions in various ways, using our bodies like a lens. I've seen the man mend bones and flesh without a second thought, animate objects, create food and wine from thin air, even walk on water. But then again, if he was being honest with me about his age, he's had a century or two to learn." He's explaining all of this as if it were nothing, just another fact of life to be accepted.

Sinister has posed:
This actually earns a double eyebrow raise. Any other instance of flickers can be chalked up to momentary interest but that? "My, my," Sinister actually stands now, walking down from the air to the tarmac, approaching Kit to look closer, as if proximity will give some clue or indicator of such dimensional connection. "Evocation and invocation, both. Yes, I am definitely going to have to have a conversation with the Morningstar." He looks over Kit again, perhaps in a new light. "One can cram a great deal into a couple of centuries. I suspect that we are arrogant for it, but only relatively."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"Morningstar?" Kit asks curiously, tilting his head ever so slightly. Then he's approached and while he doesn't look uneasy at a glance, he does very casually drop his stance, almost instinctively, making himself a bit shorter than he would normally stand. He doesn't even seem to be fully aware that he's doing it either, he just keeps that curious look on his face, studying the man in front of him.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister is a perceptive fellow. Not his most well known trait, it's true, but you don't get to be him for a century or two, without actually being able to pick up a thing or two. He gazes for a protracted period of a half minute, sniffs and gestures an upward motion toward Kit. Technically, Kit could resist it, but there's a bit of telekinesis involved in making him stand up tall, to his full height. "Do -not- be obsequious with me, young man. /Be/ who you damnwell are. I see you stooping, I will straighten you up by force, if I have to."

That said, even straightened up, the anthromorph would only be a little taller. "The Morningstar. You're not christian, but I'm pretty sure the arabic faiths are mostly moslim and therefore even in isolation you'd know about the messengers of the hebrew god. The lightbringer."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"You mean what, I am." Kit says, though he doesn't resist the pull. He's not unfamiliar with the feeling of telekinesis, nor is he a stranger to being forcefully straitened like this. "My grandfather and I used to have the same argument." he adds with a little smile, but oh well, he remains at full height. "And I was never really taught much about any religion. I was always more focused on various forms of magic and rituals. Though I do know a little."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister draws a five pointed star, a'la sign of the devil in the air. "Tip it sideways by one and you have the sign of magic. The Morningstar -- Lucifer the lightbringer, first of the fallen. Also selectively called Satan and the devil. Him. He's a walking information font regarding the oddnesses of magic, I think because he's been invoked for it for a long, long while. Rather a well known figure, even if you don't know much about religion. Personally I've no time for religion these days, so..." he dismisses the thought of repurcussions of such things from mind and nods once. "Your grandfather probably had a point to make, as did I."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
The name Lucifer causes Kit's ears to perk up and he gives a nod, "Lucifer is the name I was taught." he says with a little chuckle. "People who study the school of the champion tend to call to him a lot, though personally I think his deals are a little too one-sided." Then he gives a shrug and explains, "My grandfather used to tell me I should be proud of who I am, always told me to stand strait. Problem is, I don't like freaking people out." He gives a little shrug, though he hasn't gone back to his lowered stance. "But you're right, I shouldn't be doing it around you, since you aren't phased by how I look."

Sinister has posed:
"I have frankly seen a lot worse than you, young man." Sinister says with a scoff, narrowing his eyes a little about the 'deal' from this school of champion. "I suspect that that particular school is not making deals with Lucifer himself. If they were, such deals would be fair. He isn't what people tend to think of him as."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
There's a little smile and a nod, "Probably the case," he says in response to fair deals, "But fair can still be terrifying. I've heard of mages who were thrown into his plane of existence for a few hours in exchange for a favor or a bit of power." Then he shrugs and smiles. "Then again, it wouldn't surprise me either of it were just another spirit claiming to be him. School of the champion is usually for people who aren't born mages."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister arches one brow. "I'll have to talk to him about -that-, too." He considers, then squares on Kit with a soft 'Hmm'. "I'm going to test at theory..." he clicks his fingers and the biosteel 'chest piece' of his costume melts back into his skin and neck, revealing an odd tattoo on the left side of his neck, trailing down over his heart. It's magical in nature and glows to the mage's eye. It appears to be a very old middle-eastern language, writ vertically in golden ink. "Can you see that?" he gestures vaguely where it happens to be.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Kit watches the chest piece sink back into the mans body and when the symbol is revealed, his eyes immediately focus on the symbol, studying it for a moment before he nods, "It's a name." he says simply, tilting his head for a moment as he continues to study it. "An old one at that, but translating has never been my strong suit and my grandfather told me never to read names written like that," he motions to the symbol, "out loud."

Sinister has posed:
"For what it's worth, the name has been said out loud a time or two now with no ill effects, but I must admit both times it was hardly as if there was effort to make someting happen. Frustratingly, I can't see it at all." Grimacing, he clicks fingers once again and the armour grows forth from his flesh, shrouding the golden light and slithering up his neck to hide the beginning of it also. "It says Nathaniel. It's confirmed now, thank you for that. Mages can see it clearly."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
When Sinister admits that he can't see it, Kit just pauses a moment and tilts his head the other direction, "Wait, you can't?" Then he gives a little shrug and chuckles quietly, "Like I said, I was born with a connection to magic." The control of his armor does get Kit's attention, watching as it grows back. "Another interesting ability." Then he pauses, one ear flopping to one side a little before he asks, "Wait.. so, why do you have a name like that tattoo'd onto you?" curiously.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister blinks owlishly, giving a short little sigh at this. "Nope. Can't see it. My abilities with magic are rudamentary at best and are mostly a simple detection. I can .feel. that it's there, but I cannot see it. And it occured because of this." -- There's a slight wince of his features and a rip-popping unfurling noise as massive feathered wings errupt from his back. Their span is huge, easily enough to lift a man of his size and probably another. The feathers are black, fringed in a vivid red as if dipped in flames and the wings themselves are not quite like a bird's. For one, they have an extra joint at the 'elbow' area and a set of 'tail' feathers that stretch from beneath the secondary flight feathers on a sprit of bone. "Like a gift with purchase."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Now that? That gets Kit's attention, even causes him to shrink back a little, but when the wings fully in view he seems rather fascinated about it! "Huh, so wait..." again he stops, then looks Sinister dead in the eye, tilts his head and laughs. "Why didn't you mention earlier that you studied the school of the champion?" Yup, that's the take-away from this reveal and it seems he couldn't be more amused.

Sinister has posed:
"Because I haven't," Sinister replies with a grunt, glancing up at the wings made manifest as they arch on full 'display' mode, only for him to concentrate and **FWIP** back they go with a furling sound. He cracks his neck, rolls his shoulders. "Still stings," instead of sitting down on the air again, he leans to the side and that cloak of his extends to the ground, stiffens and becomes a prop, several other strands of leatherlike material wafting to the other side of him and moving without a wind to do so, quasi alive. "What I did had nothing to do with making a deal or a pact in the strictest sense. No trade was made, no agreement struck."

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"That's..." Kit pauses, looking remarkably confused for a moment before he shrugs and scratches the back of his head. "Never heard of that happening. I'm guessing that whatever gave you that isn't human, but giving power wit6hout a pact is... Well, rare." Then he pauses, his tail swishing for a moment before he adds, "Then again there is also the school of the guardian, which would make more sense. Power given for a purpose, rather than a deal struck in exchange for it."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister has to laugh a little bit. It's not a titter, but there's a little bit of the hopeless to it, with a shake of the head as poor Kit tries to fathom his way through it all. "Would it help if I explained?" he wonders. "Possibly, but possibly not. I studied the genetic code of a true immortal, took the actual markers that made immortality a truth and extracted them, stabilized them, spliced them within a serum, encoded them into a retrovirus and then the individual whose genes I had taken, was the one that actually infused the hypospray into me. So, in a manner, he gave me the gift without asking for anything in return. There was a very good chance it wasn't going to work, but..." he spreads his free hand wide at his side.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Theres a moment of thought from Kit, though after that first few moments he nods and gives a little smile. "So science rather than magic. Though to some the two could be considered one and the same." He sticks his tongue out for a moment with a toothy grin, then shrugs. "Still, it seems like a similar concept to one of the schools, you still took something from an immortal, gained power from it and became something more than you were."

Sinister has posed:
"Mostly just the strange name tattoo," Sinister replies nonchalantly, evasive of anything further. He considers Kit. "I find myself wondering what you would've looked like as a human. Ah well, I shall be nice and -not- find out." He smiles though. "I have some things to investigate now, thanks to you, so I consider this to have been a pleasant and fruitful conversation. I would however, be wary of mentioning this encounter to your school chums. It may end up being a difficult thing for you to deal with." That warning given, he rises from the ground, levitating at about fifteen feet up, feet pointed toward the ground, one leg bent a little at the knee. "Farewell, Kit Killovarras," how did he know the name? Was it ever shared? And then he flies off toward the south at quite a clip. Nobody's ever tried clocking Sinister's top flight speed. It might be something he ought to do at some point.