2647/Log 2647

Log 2647
Date of Scene:	30 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Juggernaut, Siryn

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Juggernaut has posed:
    Mutant Town has its shares of hidey holes, dives, bars, strip clubs and the like. Needless to say business has been on the low ebb of things what with alien invasions and all going on. One such place in particular, is a gambling hall-fight club staged in a hallowed out and abandoned subway station. It's a place that has seen some notoriety. It's been trashed several times, seen heroes and criminals a like trade fists with one another and is the sort of place that even the more unusual looking metahumans and mutants might be welcome. tonight, though it is seeing a particularly slow flow with those present keeping their attention fixated on the large screen tv's reporting about the invasion and various hero battles and not on any lackluster half hearted matches in the cage in the center of the place.

One particular patron watches the news report with a look of occasional vague disinterest mixed with intense scrutiny depending on which hero and which battle scene is shown. He's a red headed brute so immense he literally swamps the table he's at with his enormity, muscles creaking and straining nearly explosively against his casual wear. MOre then nine feet of monstrosity with more in common with a wrecking ball then a normal man. His clothes barely contain him, a Godzilla themed tee-shirt appropriately stretched across his massive torso doing little to hide his heavy breathing as his chest rises and falls like the heaving of some great machine. Yeah the man is big. And folk are steering clear. He's quiet but his bad mood is practically a tangible cloud over his entire section of the bar.

Siryn has posed:
    Theresa Cassidy is not a known face in this place. And honestly, she's not entirely sure she'd want to be. But... after an exile back to the British Isles (which did, admittedly, net her a college education), she has the yen for family. And not of the X-variety. She's been casing all the old haunts, trying to locate the man-mountain that is Cain Marko. And when she follows the local rumor mill, he's easy enough to locate.
    Making her way through the relatively small bunch of drunks, gamblers, and assorted weirdos who are prone to taking up space here, the Irish redhead comes up behind the man-mountain and offers, "Ye know, Uncle Cain... if ye scowl like tha' fer too long, yer face'll freeze tha' way." She plops on the stool closest to him -- which is actually an extra stool away, because Cain kind of takes up two of them. "Have ye gone an' gotten bigger since th' last time I saw ye, then?" she wonders aloud. "I didn' think tha' was even possible."

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Wha..."

Cain blinks a few times and then swivels his head, the look not unlike the turning of a tank turret given how thick his neck is, to look down at the brazen irish girl. "..Wha.." he repeats again before finally managing to get her name out, "..Theresa! .. What're you doing here? Aint you supposed to be..you know..not here? In school or something?" He scratches his nose thoughtfully, "Or has that much time passed. How'd you find me? You with your Tom?"

    His eyes flicker around the place and then he finally answers, "Oh..and this? Mmm.. I suppose I'm feeling a little more like..'me'. I guess I'm always getting bigger. You should see me in my 'work clothes'."

Siryn has posed:
"Ach, no... Tom's... probably locked up again. I've no' been able t' find him." Terry's worry for her uncle is clear, but she does smile up at the giant man. Now that she's not in danger of being backhanded due to him thinking she's someone jumping him from behind, she leans over and hugs him -- or at least hugs one of his arms! -- very tightly. "And aye... tha' lot up at th' school sent me off after th' last time I got nicked stealin'. Wound up in Scotland!" Theresa sounds scandalized. "But I suppose good came of it. I'm no' in jail." She shrugs. "I've been lookin' for ya! Goin' t' set down me roots right here in town, I'm thinkin'. An' who better t' know if any of Tom's old haints are still there? It's needin' a place t' live, I am."

Juggernaut has posed:
"You're messing with my rep kid." says Cain, tone grumpy at the hug but it's one of those kind of bearish grumps that indicates he doesn't mind whatsoever even though he's saying he does. Still, once he feels the hug has gone on to long, even when it really hasn't, he shakes his arm a little to get her to release it abit. He then ends up rumbling, "It's good to see you're alright. You're probably right about Tom though. If I knew where he was...I'd go get him..but SHIELD has likely got him somewhere good and tight.. Probably for the best right now.."

He considers her for a few seconds and then asks, "And..uh..you sure? Lot of my dear ol'step brothers flunkies running around here you know. You want to be that close? I can point you to a few spots sure but they're not all luxurious you know." He makes a few non commital gestures and then adds, "Plus...we're kind of being invaded right now. I thought about helping out a little. I kinda helped save the world a few weeks ago.."

Siryn has posed:
Theresa flaps her hand. "Bah... X-peoples are no threat t' me," she reminds him. "They mighta exiled me t' th' hinterlands of Scotland, but they sent me t' college too." She shrugs. "I'm plannin' on helpin' out a bit if it comes my way... I couldn' just run aboot an' not know ye were safe, though." She grins at him. "Yer a right sight fer sore eyes, Uncle Cain. An' if ye don' mind me usin' some of th' hangouts, I'll see if I can find one t' suit."

Juggernaut has posed:
    At that Cain let's out a rough brusque laugh but it's actually a good natured one as if Theresa finally pierced through the bullish exterior to get to the weary man beneath. He manages a grin as he places a huge palm against his vast chest, "Worried about me? Tth, come on Terry. It's me. Did you forget my catch phrase?" He pauses for a moment and then says, "Well..one of them. I alternate. I'm the Juggernaut vs I'm unstoppable." He holds up a finger the size of a tree branch, "But both would seem to apply here. You don't got to worry about me. These locals haven't put a scratch on me yet. BUt they have annoyed the heck out of me. I had to knock out the Hulk once. In here even." Slight exagerratoin of what happened but Terry knows all about his tall tale telling by now.

"Ah, yeah. You can use whatever you want. I got a place down by the docks. Warehouse sized. There's a few apartments here and there. You'll be good to go."

Siryn has posed:
The laugh is what does it -- that's when she knows he's back to Uncle Cain rather than Cain Marko, Juggernaut. Theresa smiles up at him and teases, "Ye shouldn' hit tha' guy -- he turns green and screamy when ye hit him. An' doesn' he hit like a girl? I mean, really... it's just beneath ye." Tongue firmly lodged in cheek.
    Sh bounces up and has to stand on her toes to kiss the man-mountain. She's not a tiny woman, but he dwarfs everyone. "Thanks, Uncle Cain. I'll let ye know which one? An' then ye'll know where t' find me when ye want me." There's a twinkle in her eyes. "I'm thinkin' I'm about t' start misbehavin' again."

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Yeah well, like I said, I got a reputation to protect."

At the comment about misbehaving he grins lightly and then rumbles, "Don't misbehave to badly. I told ya, I saved the world once. I might have to come looking after you to keep you out of trouble. I wouldn't wanna accidentally hurt any of your playmates.."

With that he rises, and begins to shuffle towards the bar, chuckling and shaking the earth with his steps as he moves off.