Owner	Pose
Cable	It's late at night and the future mutant is finding the cover of darkness much to his liking lately. The man has recently escaped from a SHIELD prison and is likely wanted by them, but none of them have coming looking for him. Yet. But that's not going to stop the warrior from the future from doing his job. Tonight his job is gathering some supplies and weapons if possible. The man wears a large swatch of fabric across his shoulders and hanging down like an impromptu poncho.
Modred	Modred is out tracing the ley lines in the area, much of his power comes from the lines as he dares not use powers from beyond the world lest it open him to the demon who stole his soul. As he is spending his days learning about the modern world, this is best done at night.
Cable	Cable is walking through the street of the large warehouse district with his hands hidden under the cloth and he's sticking to the shadows. He's got a duffle bag hooked over one shoulder and he's frowning greatly when he stops suddenly. The sight of Modred causes the warry time traveller to halt mid step and he recoils back slowly to find the most cover he can, sticking next to a light post that hasn't been on in years.
Modred	Modred can sense something strange about the man who stands by the metal post, it is not high magic, that he can tell, but there are resonances about him. Modred says, "Hail Citizen, there be about thee an aura most strange, as of worlds and times beyond this or mayhap of one who has mastered hedge magic." Hedge magic, only using the powers of the mind of the caster, is similar to mutant powers such as telepathy and telekinesis.
Cable	Cable's eyes widen for a brief moment and then his amber eye flints for a brief moment before fading back to a dimmer idle state. The Summers boy steps forward and his metal arm lifts to adjust the strap of the duffle bag under his arm. "I am not a hedge wizard, or whatever it was you said." The man says with a deep growl and a snarl.
Modred	"Truely art thou not? Well mayhap that be sooth, little true magic have I beheld since I awakened in this era. Still, what the craftsmen of this era can build is wonderous to behold," replies Modred. Then he says, "Ach, where be mine manners. I hight Modred, Wizard of distant Avalon."
Cable	Cable's eyes squint rather aggressively at the odd man before him and then he extends his organic hand towards the ancient figure. "Modred. Good luck with whatever it was you are trying to do." The mutant says as he holds his hand out still.
Modred	Modred sighs, noting that his companion has not responded with an introduction. Still, he has offered his hand and Modred will take it politely. He sighs, "There be scant chance of success at what I truely seek, what I do here but a passing fancy seems." He goal is to get his soul back, it is not something that he can easily accomplish.
Cable	Cable takes his hand back and gives Modred a curt subtle nod. "You should seek your goals like a man possessed." He whispers in his almost angry tone, but then he turns around and moves back towards the shadows, and away towards the corner of a building to walk past.
Modred	Modred replies, "That though truely would not wish to see." It would be far too easy to do...but the results would possibly render the world into a demonic realm.
Cable	Cable lifts his hand before he rounds the corner, "I've seen worse." He says before disappearing around the warehouse and then disappearing fully.