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Kit Killovarras	It's a quiet night, slightly too late for the local kids to be out playing in the street but not late enough that the streets are barren. Theres a weird sort of chaos at this time of night that the yeen finds fascinating, but something strange is going on with him today. He's not wearing his hoodie, but rather a tunic looking thing and his jeans are replaced by a darker brown sort of cotton pants. For the moment, he's perched on the edge of a rooftop, watching the streets below. There's an old MP3 player beside him, obviously playing a tune, though to normal ears it would be nearly impossible to determine what the song is without being fairly close to the device. For the aardwolf though? It's practically at concert volume.
Sinister	Mutant town is something of a goldmine to some minds. It has a draw to it, for the desperate and the dispossessed as well as those that simply have no other place to feel at home. Some even sell out what they are, for the sake of getting a little bit ahead of the game and maybe that's drawn out the dark... Either way, it isn't terrifically ominous when the sound of footsteps alight with no previous warning, a little further down the roof from the hyena mutant. "We -must- stop meeting like this, people will talk," the distinctive english tones have an undercurrent of amusement. Sinister's heels proclaim his presence as he draws closer, looking down over the edge of the roof with a lean. "I think you need a better costume. And you're not arrested. I feel this is progress."
Kit Killovarras	There's a little chuckle from the Aardwolf as his ears swivel back, listening to the footsteps and the voice before he gives a little shrug. "I mean, I doubt anyone knows we talk as it is, unless they've been trying around in my noggin." He gives a little shrug, finally turning his head to look at Sinister with a thin smile over his muzzle. The 'costume' comment gets a little shrug and he gives a simple, "Didn't feel like hiding today.. Then again, I've gotten better at staying out of sight without it too." The arrest comment though actually makes his ears twitch a bit, then he looks back down to the street below, people watching as he explains, "I don't even know if I'm actively being pursued.. I went back to the hospital Jack was in and did what I could to help.. Got a chance to talk to him when he woke up too." His head tilts to the side for a moment, then he glances to Sinister again as he sighs, "Weirdest thing.. When he came to, he was almost as worried about me.. As I was about him.."
Sinister	"Funny how that happens," Sinister folds his arms and leans against the air, getting comfortable, hipshod against an invisible wall. Red eyes travel over the streets below again, fixing on a door moments before it opens to a young couple heading out for someplace interesting. He breaks a tiny smile, which fades as quick as it arrived. "Mind-diving is frowned upon in the supersquad, I believe. But you never know." He sniffs, a crack of his neck both ways, looks back. "One day you'll be able to hide without hiding at all, at that rate. Hope springs eternal. I'm curious if you actually looked me up in the copious databases that exist in that lovely school or not. I have a feeling not, but I might be pleasantly surprised."
Kit Killovarras	"Born April 23rd, 1829." Kit says without really looking at the man, "Danger scale wasn't listed, but given what little I could find without clearance, I'm guessing.. High." Then he gives the man a glance with those faintly glowing eyes and gives a little quirk of his brow. "With any luck, some day I won't need to hide." he says with a little smile. Theres a moment where he just observes Sinister, but after that Kit just shrugs and states, "Everyone has their demons." before chuckling quietly. The couple exiting their residence do get Kit's attention for a moment, watching them from his perch and giving a little smile before he muses, "I mean, it's technically a violation of someones privacy, so I wouldn't be surprised if it's frowned upon.. But the same argument can be made for the practice being a form of surveillance too, so.." He just lets the idea hang there as he gives a shrug.
Sinister	"Well, well, you did get curious." Sinister laughs at that, a low sound. "Correct on the birthdate. And probably on the danger scale assessment, except that I find that they over-rate or under-rate quite often." He lifts a finger, scratches the side of his nose and folds arms once again. "As to the latter statement, six of one, half a dozen of the other, I suspect. But I wouldn't call what they attempt on me, to be surveillance in the slightest. They haven't managed to put any kind of trace on me, that sticks." He shrugs, a slow thing and relaxes again, giving that small, crooked smile again as he tracks the young couple down the street. Marks where they're going. "Conversely, this..." he waggles a finger downward "...is both of those statements. But my curiosity knows no bounds, I suppose. I know why I'm here. Why are you here?"
Kit Killovarras	"Watching people, mostly.." Kit says with a little shrug, "Gives me a chance to think on things. I've actually had a lot on my mind recently, between my nightly.. activities and a recent attempt on my life." he adds with a little twitch of his ears. The second statement in that comment though doesn't seem to bother him the way it should probably bother a teenager. That or he's just really good at hiding certain things while being terrible at hiding others.
Sinister	Sinister blinks and tilts his head, a motion that is fluid and eerily graceful for how well it transitions. The crooked smile broadens again a little, before resting to just vaguely there. "Extinction attempts are a bore, aren't they? You /are/ starting early though, I was oh... in my late thirties before those started in earnest." He looks from street to animalistic profile once again, narrowing red eyes on Kit. "I am going to guess given that you've been being careful regarding one potential mob scenario, that it was a magically motivated attack? The supposition laid out, based on where I find you and what other things you happen to be."
Kit Killovarras	Kit nods ever so slightly and gives a simple, "Mage Hunters, fairly uncommon, but they're still a thing." then turns his attention to Sinister and pauses, "Extinction att--.. Oh, well I mean that's one way to put it I guess." Then he gives a little chuckle and shrugs. "I mean, dunno if you can consider it an 'extinction attempt' but I mean, if you mean in reference to my personal line.." He gives a little shrug and muses, "I'll be extinct in another few hundred years anyways if someone doesn't take me out before I die of old age, I don't exactly see my bloodline continuing." He looks back down at the street, picking out a dude arguing with street vendor to watch for the moment as he adds, "Wasn't the first time someone's tried to kill me though and won't be the last. Still hate that my friends got caught up in it though.."
Sinister	"That tends to happen, if you have friends." SInister observes this with a light lift of one shoulder, the ghost of a shrug that never quite commits. "And I would not ever exclude a future possibility. It's illogical and profoundly grounded in areas of the brain that do silly things, most of the time." There's a pause, which somehow 'feels' like a consideration. "Forgive my verbiage. I tend to think in terms that span multiple generations and in terminology that occasionally sounds antiquated. And often sounds whimsical, without context." He isn't wearing an outfit that should have any pockets. He /looks/ like the images on his file, with the strange multi-ribboned cloak and biosteel body armour, but somehow, he ended up with a cigarette case, which he proffers as a temptation, whilst lighting one of his own. "You ought to be flattered in a way. Attempts on your life means it was worth attempting to end it."
Kit Killovarras	Kit eyes the cigarette case for a moment, but just shakes his head and explains, "Most hunters are fanatics who believe Magi are a danger to the world, which is rich considering that they're usually magi themselves." he actually laughs a little at that, then gives a little shrug as he reaches down near him, grabbing at a shoulder-bag he'd used to sort of replace the carrying capacity of his outfit. A moment later he's got one of those little black bags of his in hand and has dropped the shoulder bag back down to the roof near his MP3 player. "I'm.. pretty sure on that particular future possibility.. For one, most people likely wouldn't want anything to do with me in that sense.." he makes a weird little gesture to himself, then adds, "And two, I.. Don't.. like women.." sort of trailing off in that statement, almost as if he's not entirely used to saying it. He does give a little chuckle after a moment though and adds, "And yeah, friends getting involved is gonna be a thing.. One of them actually told me they want to join me when I go out hunting.. I'm not entirely certain how comfortable I am with that though."
Sinister	"My goodness, and here I thought this was the twenty first century. What has orientation and appearance really got to do with anything in the long run? We have people that fetishize over body size, hair colour, eye colour, ethnicity and occasionally whether the individual is a cyborg or not. Why would you ever think that there wasn't a gay anthropophile out there, that just hasn't met you yet?" He sings that last in the tones of the song that sports that line. Sinister tsks, letting smoke exhale through his nose, drifting off and away, without polluting nearby lungs. It's an odd kinetic thing. "Teamwork. The way to spread out the trouble between fellow teens. Twice the trouble, four times the fall-out. But it makes a difference to your productiveness. Never doubt the power of a team of trouble."
Kit Killovarras	There is a brief moment where the Aardwolf's ears flush, but he manages to flick them slightly and it's gone. "First off, that's a hell of a word, 'Anthrophile'." he says with a chuckle and shakes his head, not bothering with his paws this time around. Instead, he just sort of dips his tongue into that black bag from where he's at, pulling up several of his typical roasted termites with it as he draws it back into his maw. "Second," he says between crunches, "It's more the 'gay' part that would keep me from carrying on my lineage. Won't really be an issue for my bloodline, I do have siblings, but I mean, my particular branch is gonna end with me." Then he gives Sinister a glance and adds, "That's also why I'm not entirely comfortable with one of my friends joining me when I go out looking for trouble." He looks back down to the streets below and tilts his head a little. "Plus, I froze because they were there when the hunter attacked.."
Sinister	"And again, you live in the twenty first century. Your partner might want children, which are always a thing that may or may not be your blood or not, but you -never- know. Trust me on that, the weirdest things can hit you like a hammer even after centuries of life. What, you can't have a happy time and end it in a cup? Come on. You're a teenage man at the moment, you know full well that's entirely a possibility. You've likely christened a bunch of tissues and possibly even socks by now." Well, that was blunt, but apparently Sinister is capable of such things. Maybe it's the fact he knows about certain perogatives that life tends to insert when the right circumstances occur. "You cannot control how much people care about you, one way or another. It is an unfortunate side effect of the inhuman and the metahuman condition, parallel to the human one. I suspect I should say this at this juncture:--" and here he looks again at the termite eater, unphased by that appetite and the little black baggies. It takes all sorts "--if you tell them no and they are determined, they will follow you anyway. Better to control the situation in a way that has less variables, than to do so in a way that leaves a lot more to chance."
Kit Killovarras	Well that's a statement! There is no 'flick of the ears' or 'little sigh' that can combat that particular bluntness, so instead? The yeen just loses it laughing for a moment before covering his muzzle with a paw and trying to control himself. The sound is remarkably loud for a laugh, which causes at least a few people down below to jump, so Kit just inches away from the edge and shoots Sinister a weird little glare, "Damn it! That'd be a waste of tissue and I don't wear socks!" he says, still laughing a bit before he shrugs and adds, "More efficient to do that sort of thing in the shower.." a bit quieter, still trying not to laugh. Eventually he manages to get himself under control and sighs, shaking his head a little as he looks to Sinister and nods. "I know.." he says, still chuckling a little. Then goes to repeat himself before letting the thought continue. "I know.. That's why I told him I'd let him.. I'm just afraid of scaring him, I guess. I'm a different person when I fight."
Sinister	Sinister watches the humour take over, the hysteria that ends up being a fantastic catharsis for tensions. He smiles, this time not crooked, but a bit broader, a bit more genuine and entirely out of character to things that might in the files about him at the school. That doesn't seem to jive with who Kit is speaking to at the moment. "Efficient, but not necessary sensible. Clumping preserves it for longer, thanks to that wonderful biological imperative to get all sticky with it. If you're determined not to sow seeds, better to do it in an environment that dries it out and kills it quick. THis brought to you by your friendly neighborhood psychotic megalomaniacal geneticist genius. I know, I'm just epic." That all said, he twitches his nose to the side, lowers his chin to peer at the Yeen under brows. "Do I need to repeat previous statement regarding the situations you can control, versus the ones you cannot? Be scared."
Kit Killovarras	"You know, most people would consider it seriously weird to be talking about this sort of thing." Kit eventually says with a smirk and a shake of his head, "But oh well." Eventually, he manages to make shi way back out on the edge of the roof and settles back down, grabbing up some more of the termites before giving Sinister a glance. "Oh no worries there, It's gone to be one of those things that I worry about regardless. There's just more at stake than I'm used to if things do go wrong." There's a pause and the Aardwolf just sort of slumps a little, crunching along on a mouthful of termites for a few moments, 'chewing' the idea over so to speak before he adds, "I just don't want to scare him.. But, like I said. I already told him yes, so.. No real way out of that particular issue at this point."
Sinister	"I'm not most people. I'm faaaaaaaaairly certain you aren't, either." Sinister replies to this, clucking his tongue as he listens beyond the quipped response, far more intently than just casual. He watches the chewing, observes the man, glances briefly to the edge of the roof and back. Apparently being spotted, is not something he worries over. "Why don't you want to scare him? Such things are a test of commitment. You fear losing him more than you fear the fear itself. Connection is a fragile thing, of course." There's a dismissive gesture of the hand, like he's shooing a fly. "Do not disappoint me, mageling. I would hate that. You have an onus to give me faith in the resilience of the dispossessed."
Kit Killovarras	"That's part of it, I'll admit." Kit says with a nod. "The one time he's seen be use my powers beyond just.. little things, he was pretty focused on other things, like trying to deal with a twerp who fancied himself a train robber." This makes him chuckle a bit, but then he looks to Sinister and adds, "The other part is that I'm worried he'll get hurt." After a moment, the aardwolves ears splay back a moment before he perks them up again, fully turning to look at Sinister this time as he tilts his head. "When you showed up, you said you knew why you were here, but not why I would be.." He says, studying the man for a moment before he asks, "So.. Why exactly would you come up here? You don't seem the type to care whether people see you or not.."
Sinister	"Oh, yes, the train robber. I recollect that incident, well. It's good to know I can get on with things, when distractions are happening, and that I can trust in the status quo of our existence to keep eyes where they need to be, whilst I solve other issues." And then questioning. "Easy. I saw you up here. You're distinctive. But I was here to collect rent and essentially, extortion money." Sinister replies, as brutally honest as it gets. "There are considerable amounts of mutants that have abilities so extreme or in their eyes perceptably dangerous, that they require intervention. I am not magnanimous, my dearling. I will not help those that will not help themselves, without a price tag." He shrugs lightly, again. "It feeds into my discredibility column, which I will take. You are right though. I do not care who sees me or who does not, except when I do. It's a balance. But in this instance? You are the sole motivation."
Kit Killovarras	"So you're a landlord. That explains why I've seen you here more than once then." Kit says with a little smile. Then he quirks a brow, tail swishing slowly as he studies Sinister, then gives a shrug. "Well, I mean it's good to know I've got people looking out for me even outside the school, to a degree. Either way, thanks for checking in on me." There's a bit of a smile behind that statement as the Aardwolf collects his shoulder bag, "Feel free to do it more often. Don't give a damn what it says in your files, you're still interesting to talk to." Then he starts off towards the edge of the building that has a fire escape, looking over his shoulder and giving a little wave as he gives a little smile and a simple, "Later, Mr. Essex." Well, he DID read what he could of the file at least.
Sinister	"Doctor. If you're going to use my given name, at least do me the honour of honouring the five plus years of study it took to get my PhD," Essex corrects this, but no explosive temper is shown. There's a reason, but perhaps that will manifest itself in later encounters. The pale man watches as Kit decends off the fire escape, smiles to himself then torpedos up toward the sky, descending out of sight, in a different place in Brooklyn. And the yeen will never know where; the power of controlling your body extends to the proliferation of scent, also. After all, there's a reason he's hard to track, in all senses.