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Drake Riley	As the summer months are getting underway, more and more people are getting their beach on. This particular beach is a popular one, serving the affluent and meek alike! And given the bright blue sky and warm sands, there's no shortage of visitor! It was difficult finding a little strip to call his own, but Drake managed. There's no telling how long it'll last, but he'll enjoy the relative peace and comfort of the sound of waves while he can. He hates feeling isolated, but at the same time, he's painfully aware of his increasingly-rumpled appearance - he may be starting to /look/ as homeless as he actually is. That's the sort of visual vacationers and recreationalists don't want. And moreover, he isn't sure how comfortable he is around the general public yet. Not until his objective's been met. Not until he's found his place. Being around others physically doesn't alleviate the seclusion. Not really. The waves are soothing, though. They remind him of home. He may not have a beach towel to work with, and he's left sitting on the sand with his arms hugging his shins and chin resting atop his knees, but this is nice. His hoodie rests beside him, down to his fairly dingy t-shirt. His clothes are gonna be /so/ sandy. But it'll be worth it by the time the sun goes down.
Kitora Alua	A vertical line of light forms in midair, ten feet above the ocean, tearing open into a red-ringed portal. That just floats there for a minute. Then a red-glowing figure dives out of the portal, female in shape but it's hard to make details for her entire body, clothing and all, is engulfed in a dull red aura with brighter glows inside her body, and lands with a small splash in the water. And stays down there a bit. The portal gradually closes. Then a redhead girl surfaces with Asian features near where the glowing figure appeared, sighing happily. "Yes - great idea... I needed this." She lazily swims towards the shore.
Drake Riley	Yes, everything is perfectly idyllic. The sound of the waves, the view of the horizon, the energy beam- wait, what? Drake is immediately snapped out of his reverie, shifting immediately to hands and knees with widened eyes and a slightly hung jaw. A part of him is urged to check the water for the lone figure, the 'survivor' of - of /whatever/ that event was. But caution stays him, allowing him only to wear a concerned, confused expression. Drake begins chewing his bottom lip the more time passes. At last, when a more normal-looking head emerges from the water, he breathes a quiet sigh of relief. Allowing himself to take at least this much of a risk, he raises to his feet and trots down to the edge of the shoreline. "Hey!," he calls to her, right hand raising to flag her down. "You okay?!"
Kitora Alua	Kitora Alua blinks. "Of course. Just... doing my high dive," she muses as she swims lazily towards the shore. She comes up and stands up, stretching. She's wearing a red bikini, but nothing too risque. There's a rather ugly bruise on her left side. She looks like a typical Asian girl other than the birght red hair. "Oh, did I scare you? I'm sorry. I noticed that my portals do tend to draw attention." She flops down by you. "Are _you_ okay? You look like you've beenin those clothes a while."
Drake Riley	In the back of his mind, Drake registers that the girl's attractive. It's difficult to /not/ notice something like that, given her choice in wardrobe. And to be fair, she has a pretty face. She looks about his age, too. But that, held in contrast against that dramatic entrance, seems a little superfluous. In short, there are more important things afoot than checking her out. Vivid emerald eyes snap back to her face in time for her to flop down. "N-no, you didn't scare- okay, kind of? I mean, that- how did- my clothes?" Derailed, he looks down at his wardrobe. That small pang of insecurity flares in the back of his mind. Yes, yes. He's very aware how scruffy he looks right now. This is a guy who normally takes pride in looking his best. "It's.. I might've been wearing'em for a little while..," he hedges sheepishly. In an effort to snap attention back onto her, he suddenly redirects, "But you just fell from the sky! You know that's setting me up for one of the oldest pick-up lines on Earth, right?"
Kitora Alua	Kitora Alua sighs softly. "Oh?" she asks. "Do tell. And... I didn't fall from the sky. I dived... from that rooftop," she notes, pointing to one of the buildings a few miles a way. "I portaled over and dived in. The water felt great. Should've thought to bring a towel though. Sometimes I move before I think. Kinda like my speedster friend." She looks you over again, but doesn't ask the obvious 'do you not have anywhere to go'. Perhaps, beside the bruise on her side, Drake might notice that her eyes are bright red.
Drake Riley	Some things take a little time to process or come to the forefront. The bruise was seen, but paid little mind at first. The eyes are a little difficult to see too clearly. He could just as easily assume it's a trick of the sun, but let's be honest: she just dropped in via supernatural ability. Unusual eye-colors aren't going to be the thing that he focuses on. "Alright. But I'm guessing it /did/ hurt," beat, "when you fell from Heaven, angel." With a boyish grin, he motions low to her side, indicating the bruise.
Kitora Alua	Kitora Alua rolls her eyes. "Oh. That one-liner," she states, giggling. "It was a little accident in gym class. Doing wrestling and my opponent was a bit too rambunctious." She sighs softly. "But I'm getting better. A one-piece would've covered that better - but would've hurt to wear the whole time so... better off this way." She ponders.
Drake Riley	"Wrestling?," asks Drake, brow knit and casting a quick once-over on her again. She does look fit. Still, he wouldn't have expected that. "A two-piece looks better, anyway. A-and, y'know," he quickly continues, "it doesn't look /that/ bad. I'm sure you'll be fine in a couple days!" Drake hunkers down, planting his palms over his knees to get a little closer to her and achieve a more conspiratorial quality. "So, the lightshow, you dropping in.. what was all that about? How'd you do it?"
Kitora Alua	Kitora Alua nods. "Yeah - but it's still a dcent-looking one." She smiles. "Yeah - it barely hurts when I twist." She then smiles faintly and in a lower voice, murmurs, "I have some... special gifts. I'm a mutant." She smiles faintly. "But when I'm not using my powers, I look almost normal."
Drake Riley	Drake Riley glances again to the bruise, but doesn't pursue it further as a topic. There are more interesting things to cover. And when she divulges her perhaps not-so-well-kept secret, he lowers to kneel beside her. "I think you look fine. Good, I mean. Normal. Good'n'normal." After the verbal hitch, he tries to bury it by continuing, "Aren't you worried, though? I-I mean, I don't care, but there's a lot've people out there who're not so cool with mutants. You put on a heck of a show just now."
Kitora Alua	Kitora Alua shurgs. "I kinda look odd even when not using my powers. And ther'es no mistaking what I am. I really don't care what people think. If anyone gets aggressive, I'll pin them down and leave. I'm proud of who and what I am. And I can defend myself if need be."
Drake Riley	There's a fair to strong chance Drake has no idea what her special gifts are, so when she explains how she'd defend herself, it's met with a rather animated tilt of his head. Those rakish bangs of his waft a little further over his eye. "So you're really kind've a badass at wrestling, huh?," he marvels.
Kitora Alua	Kitora Alua shrugs. "Yeah... well, I don't wrestle that much. That's why I got hurt. I prefer a more long-ranged thing..." She smiles. "Gravity is funny stuff, huh?" she asks. "Your weight is mass times the acceleratoin due to gravity. Which is why, on the moon, you weigh 1/6 of what you weigh here. So you can bounce around." She grins wickedly. "Imagine if somehow, that was inverted - and you suddenly had five times the power of gravity pulling at you. You could probably barely stand up..."
Drake Riley	Drake Riley looks interested, but utterly lost as she begins explaining the science behind gravity. It isn't until towards the end that he seems to understand what she's saying, eyes widening. "Oh, wow. That has to be.. just.. wow. Useful, and impressive, and.. can you fly? Oh my God, can you /fly/?"
Kitora Alua	Kitora Alua nods. "Yes I can," she states softly. "By manipulatnig my own gravitational pull. I can fly. Stand on walls. I can take others flying with me, or pin them to the ground weighing half a ton." She smiles faintly. "There are some... downsides. I have to eat... a lot. I mean - it takes a lot of energy." She squints at you. "You seem to be taking this in stride. Do you have anytihng special?" she asks.
Drake Riley	Drake Riley knits his brow, sparing a glance down to the girl's stomach, then back up to her. "You don't look like it." Though the mention of eating is just reminding him of how little he's been eating for the past few weeks, himself. He swallows dryly. "I'm just, ah.. cool like that?," he offers hesitantly. He wants to tell her. It's exciting to be talking to another mutant, and it's a challenge to contain himself. But if he tells her and she happens to be something else, he could be screwing himself over. His original plan was to attract the 'hero' types he's seen on the media. It's a crapshoot, but if he can find and meet them, he might have a shot at a future. On the other hand, if he gets in with them and he be in contact with her, she could have an in, too. Would that be something she'd want? She's proud to be different, so maybe? Being half-starved and physically drained makes it difficult to think things through too clearly, and when he realizes he can't unblur his mind enough to see an ideal path, he has to err on caution. "Honestly, I think you're cool." There's no deception in his voice. He's being straight with her. "What's your name? I'm Drake."
Kitora Alua	Kitora Alua smiles. "My name is Kitora. But I really should do some swimming. Probably should've just went to the pool near where I live..." She sighs softly. "But it's such a nice day that I came here. It's good to meet you, Drake," she states. She glances you over again - it's sad when someone's homeless.
Drake Riley	"A pool's no replacement for a beach," posits Drake. A small, hopeful smile finds his face. "I have a phone. We could talk again sometime, if you want." It was about halfway through that statement that it began to hit his own ear as incredibly lame. He's off his game in so many ways, for so many reasons.
Kitora Alua	Kitora Alua nods. "I'd like that," she states. "As you said, some people are put off by my nature. You aren't. It's... it's nice..." She then reads you her phone number. "Well, I'm going to go swim and float a bit. It was nice talking to you." She bows as she gingerly starts walking towards the beach, deciding to keep her powers muted for now.
Drake Riley	Drake Riley quickly fishes his phone from a pocket and punches in her number, along with her name - or at least, his attempt at guessing how it's spelled. To his credit, it's done correctly. She gets a parting smile, curiously equal parts soft and hopeful. "Yeah..," is all he can say in the end. Though this wasn't exactly what he's looking for in New York, it's definitely more than he expected to find here at the beach. And if nothing else, it's a warm feeling to've met someone else like him. The fact tht she's attractive and interesting doesn't hurt, but it's also not even the primary point. Maybe he won't be stuck alone too much longer.