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Tandy Bowen	It' s the afternoon and Tandy is currently holed up in the church that she and Cloak are currently staying at. The windows are boarded up to keep prying eyes from staring within, save the stained glass that sits higher in this holy place of worship. Spread about the floor is a map of Mutant Town and Hell's Kitchen with several photos of prominent gang members and business men tacked to it with strings attached to each other. Her companion tends to sleep during the day, leaving her to hours of sunlight. Dressed in a pair of flexible skinny jeans, a baggy sweater and sneakers, she pours over the information as she adds another name to the group that attaches to the Sons of Dragons gang members. Wu Ping. Ling Ping. Though her reputation at night is a beautiful angel without mercy, during the day she looks like your average college girl next door.
Warpath	Having heard of the conflict in the bar, James wanted to investigate on his own. His tracking skills utilize his enhanced senses and years of experience. Though mostly used in the desert or bush, James is still quite adapt at following scents and traces throughout the city streets - or even beneath. His journey started in the bar where he briefly visited and discovered two familiar and two unfamiliar scents - along with many bystanders. There he would begin to read the story of the conflict and thus the participants and then their general direction of departure.     Hours would pass. The journey took him through several blocks while following scents carried upon the drafts as well as listening to the spirits guide him (implied). A scent lost, another discovered, and then another. And then there is an imposing abandoned church that looms before him. He looks over it's portals, shuttered windows, and high walls. Then he decides he should investigate. Stealthfully, James will move around the church to find a rear entry point and take care not to make overt sounds that may alarm any occupants within. He finds a passage, overpowers the lock and chain, carefully slips it from the bindings and then enters. His booted feet softly pad into the room, careful to avoid weak or creaky floors as he enters the darker depths of the church. Darkness also does not hinder his senses as he can see within night just as well as he can in day.
Tandy Bowen	There is a faint glow from the woman's hand to be used as a flashlight as she continues to work through her paperwork. She shuffles about on her knees, shuffling another tagged photo and name to the board, then takes some yarn and drags it to another position on the map. As she pushes herself up to her feet, she moves easily, like a dancer with years of experience and training. She makes the motion look almost graceful. As she picks up her newly edited board, she heads to a wall and places it up, then steps back to study it carefully as she twirls a ball of light about in her fingers. Though, something seems to have shifted in the air for her. It's a cold, lonely church and even the smallest change can be noticeable. Her body grows rigid as she glances over her shoulder, eyes scanning through the dark as she holds up her hand to cast a wider glow. "Is someone here?"
Warpath	Emerging from shadow, the 7'2" frame of the Native American presents himself. Currently he's wearing a denum jacket over a flannel red/black shirt. Beneath and held up by a thick leather belt are jeans of blue that rest upon durable looking hiking boots. His hair is pulled back into a low pony with a leather thong. His dark eyes narrow as he looks to the girl and then to her board. He stands a good 15 meters away from her position.     He announces in a deep voice, "I'm James Proudstar. I'm looking for Sabretooth."
Tandy Bowen	"Damn. You eat your Wheaties." Tandy says as she stares up at the tall, imposing man. Taking a few calculated steps backwards, she narrows her eyes at him as her hand glows brightly, a trio of blades sneaking out from between her knuckles, ready to be thrown if necessary. "Nice to meet you James Proudstar. Who the hell is Sabretooth?"
Warpath	"A feral male, claws, sharp teeth, blondish with a light hint of ginger in his fur. He was a the (name) bar. There was a conflict. You were there too." He's paying her no mind as he begins to close the distance toward the board. His eyes sharply inspecting it for clues - if there are any.     His hands remain at his side. He's not trying to be imposing or threatening. Instead, he's curious about what the board displays.
Tandy Bowen	"Oh. The big guy. Yeah, I guess I do know him, on a two minute no-name basis as he tore apart a member of the Chickenhawk gang. They are kidnapping mutant children and trafficking them out to use their organs for some type of weird science bullshit." Tandy says as she continues to step backwards, matching his pace to keep her distance. "He overheard me talking to a companion of mine and he decided to take action before I was ready to. Why, you looking for him?"
Warpath	Asking rhetorically, James queries, "Chickenhawk gang? This some Looney Tunes Foghorn Leghorn themed gang?"     He then continues without a beat, "Kidnapping mutants? If that's the case, then I'm no longer looking for Sabretooth. Sounds like he's got his priorities straight." He looks away from the board toward Tandy and says, "Tell me more about this gang? Do you know where they hang out? How many of them? Local operating locations? Anything you may think is important or not. Because people like that need to be stopped before they do any more harm to innocents."
Tandy Bowen	"I don't know who you are." Tandy says as she continues to size the man up, twirling the blades about in her fingers, almost in anticipation of a fight. "I don't tend to cough up all of our hard work to some stranger in tight jeans and muscles who sneaks into our home. People like that do need to be stopped, and we tend to be the ones to punish them. They are a cancer to this city. They drown the streets in their poison and we are the cure. All they have is darkness in their souls, and because of that, we will show them the light and give them justice."
Warpath	There's a slight upturn within the corners of James' mouth. An almost smile as she defines what needs to be done to the people of whom they speak. He also notices the movement of light and shadow and he comments in a dry tone, "I'm in the X-Men. It's good to see that we have allies within the city streets." And he leaves it at that. Letting her take that in before he presses the subject - if that's even his path in the next breath.
Tandy Bowen	"The X-Men?" Tandy says as she continues to eye him, swaying back and forth on her feet as if she was ready to move, pounce, spring, or dance. She keeps herself limbered up. "You're that mutant team, right? Kind of like the Avengers, but with mutants? I've only heard rumors .. " She trails off. ".. I'm not a mutant. Not in the way that you were. I wasn't born with this."
Warpath	"You have powers..." He states and then adds a modifier, "...pretty powers..." with a glance to the glow and then continues as his eyes look back to her own. "You obvioiusly stand up for what's right. Considering where you live, you likely suffer the same oppression the rest of us do." Then he summarizes, "I'll go with; if you're not a mutant, then you're an honorary mutant and you're looking to help. That's what the X-Men do. And yes, we are a hero team akin to the Avengers with goals of helping mutants; and in the same thread, we also want to help humans and mutants to get along. Which is always problematic when mutant terrorist groups make all of us look bad."
Tandy Bowen	Giving a shake of her head, Tandy says, "I was born to a rich family. Wealthy. My mother is a famous model. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself due to her lack of attention towards me and I ran away from home. From Los Angeles to New York. Thought I could make it on my own here. Magically. Just walk into a job. Instead, I was kidnapped off the street, beat up and locked in a cage. My captors experimented on me and other runaways with drugs. A heroin substitute. It killed everyone but two people that night. Myself and my partner, Cloak. Those drugs turned us into what we are today. Cloak and Dagger. We can't go back to our homes now." There is a growl in her voice. Frustrated. "My powers will kill me without Cloak's darkness to cool me down, and without my powers, my light, his darkness will starve him, drive him mad, and he will become a monster that will devour everyone, desperate for their light. We were just two kids in high school. Innocent. Much like those who are taken from the streets, mutants or not. Our /mission/ is to rid these streets of drugs, those who traffick humans, those who use their positions of power to rape and destroy." With a flick of her wrist, she buries a light dagger into the wall as it zips along the room at the speed of light. There is a fantastic spark before it fades away. "We are not superheroes. We are not role models. We punish."
Warpath	James listens closely to the words as well as her emotional tone. He can hear her heartbeat and smell the hormonal and pheromonal rush of frustration on the surface of her skin. This entire building wears her, and her partner's scents. He also takes note of the fire in her eyes and the intention of her thrown dagger of light. He isn't distracted by it and he doesn't watch it's direction. It was enough to hear it impact with the target and he doesn't concern himself with it. Instead, he watched her body language and the partial release of her emotion.     Her assessment of her history and then nature of her powers combined with that of the Cloak she speaks of brings him better understanding of her situation and convictions. His thumbs loop into his back pockets and he continues to peer down to her. Finally, as she comes to her conclusion he gives a nod of understanding and even verbally acknowledges this, "I understand. Thank you for sharing. It seems then you have found a place and a purpose in your lives. That purpose crosses paths with my own. Which is why I am here and why I seek to find these people who would harm mutants. And the reason I ask you to share information. I have a keen tracking ability that may help if I had a good starting point for these people. Perhaps we can work together to bring them down."
Tandy Bowen	As she paces the church, Tandy is weighing his words. Trust. Can she trust him? Rubbing a hand over her face, she sucks in a low breath between her teeth. "I would have to speak with Cloak first, before I make such a promise of partnership." Sliding down into a pew, she places her hands on the top of the one in front of her. "The Chickenhawk gang are just paid thugs and muscle. We have been tearing through their ranks the last few weeks to try and get more answers. We don't have a name, yet. Just an alias. They call her Madame." Her brow furrows.
Warpath	There's a slight raise of his left eyebrow as he hears the moniker and then he gives an affirmation nod. "I understand your reticence and accept your conditions. Thank you for what you have given me and with that, I will continue my investigation. Tomorrow, if able, I will return with hopes of your decision being favorable that we may pursue this together. Perhaps then I will also have more information that I can share." He will turn. The 7'2" muscular frame moves as if there is no resistance and his feet will take him toward the exit in which he originally entered.
Tandy Bowen	Nodding her head, Tandy brushes her hair back away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. ".. I'm Tandy." She calls out to him. "Tandy Bowen. Dagger." Because she is obviously not Cloak. "You don't have to go... I suppose. If you want to tell me more about the X-Men." Now that some of her walls are down, she sucks in a breath. "I don't have .. ah.. super power friends.. it's alwyas just been Cloak and I."
Warpath	Reaching the edge of the room, the Native American turns back, he looks across the room to her and says with the hint of a smile, "You do have super friends. You just don't know it yet. We will talk tomorrow."     With that, he will turn on his booted heel and exit through the doorway, down the hallway and out the way he entered the church. Securing the exit by making a link out of the broken with the slung chain. Then away and beyond.