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Drake Riley	Sentinels have been making the news! Opinions may vary, and often running hot, but one can expect the general consensus among mutants to be: not in favor. And for a certain portion of the non-mutant public, it's seen as an ambitious, but logical first step towards correcting nature's little goof-up. The short? It seems to be an increasingly dangerous time to be a mutant. Possible worse yet, it's a dangerous time to be a mutant in a place where people know mutants hang out. A group of disgruntled civilians have decided to have a little march to demonstrate how unhappy they are with the persistent mutant presence in New York City. It didn't take long for posterboard signs to lower and glass bottles to begin lobbing against buildings, through some windows, against a few pedestrians the mob is basically just assuming are mutants if they're lingering here. Then, things took a sour turn for them when tensions drove the mutants to start fighting back. Those with potent powers are using restraint, fortunately, but it's scattered the majority of the group. A small cluster persists, engaged in what could only be called a street brawl. Though the weather has only just begun shifting to cooler temperatures, Drake is wearing an encompassing hoodie with the top drawn. Unnecessarily, he's also wearing a baseball cap. A wide pair of sunglasses are added, resulting in the most blatant 'I am ducking cameras' look imaginable. But he's not being discreet. He's in the mix. A few punches are thrown, bearing down a burly moustache'd man, and he catches sight of another picking up a brick, readying it to lob at one of the more blatantly inhuman mutants. Drake's right hand thrusts forward, and a stream of brilliant blue electricity arcs from his fingertips to strike the willowy assailant, taking him off his feet and landing against a dumpster. It's a heck of a day today.
Nikias	"And that's why this is the time to stand up. If ya ever wanna be able to walk down the street not looking like The Invisible Man, you and all the others need to make a stand, let em know you're not goin anywhere just cuz some asshole is uncomfortable you can glow in the dark, or stick to walls, or whatever." Nikias is lecturing a person dressed up even more over-the-top 'discreetly' than Drake, with no less than six layers of clothing, a baseball cap under an ushanka, all exposed skin bandaged over, and a pair of blackout aviators to top it all off, "I dunno, Wes, I think people are just gonna get...Oh crap, is that a riot?" The presumably Mutant attempts to respond as the pair round the corner into the warzone, the living closet attempting to back away only for Nikias' hand to catch their back, "See this? This is what happens if ya just let em do whatever they want. You wanna be a person? You wanna have rights? Yer gonna have to fight for it, kid. Now c'mon, let's go have some fun." Nikias responds as he starts walking towards the ensuing fight, cracking his knuckles eagerly.
Raissa	Raissa was watching what was going on. She was probably waiting for the Sentinels to swoop in or the police to get haughty to jump in and help out. She gets her first glimpse of unrest when the sparks fly. That was an interesting sight. The tall woman follows up behind a group that are heading down and around the corner, taking in the street that's quickly turning into a riot. "Welp, I think someone needs some manners taught to them." she snorts.
Drake Riley	To its credit, Mutant Town is holding its own without going overboard. And the threat of sentinels dropping in is being overrun by the need to protect what's theirs - or what little there is of it. Drake, on the other hand, is making every effort to end the attack quickly and decisively. The cops are going to blame the mutants for this. That's how it'll shake down. Peaceful demonstrators attacked by warmongering mutants. Oh, he could see those headlines already. The teen pivots on heel and directs and burst of ionic energy onto a human who'd found a crowbar. The currents he's using are non-lethal, carefully measured and kept brief. The objective isn't to kill anyone. Just remove the threat before the police arrive. Or until /whatever/ arrives. But as he turned, he spots the approaching individuals, unsure which end of the spectrum they'll be landing at first. So his footing shifts, the right drawn back and hands chambered at either side. Tendrils of wire-thin electricity begin crawling along his hands in an open display - likely a warning. Something that would hopefully dissuade more humans from attacking.
Nikias	As Nikias finishes cracking his knuckles, his stride falters for a moment, his eager smirk washing to a look of confused surprised as he glances about, "...Of all the times to..." He mutters under his breath before shaking it off and glancing back, "C'mon, kid, I'll watch yer back!" He calls back to fashion nightmare, before turning and starting to sprint forward, stopping just short of spearing one of the 'protesters' about to introduce a badly made nail board to the face of a pinned girl with bat ears, picking him up by his hair and the back of his pants and spiking him into the ground on his upper shoulders and neck, the board flipping away, "C'mon, kid, the ground's the last place you wanna be." He says with an offered hand to the bat-girl (in violation of trademark).
Raissa	Raissa feels that sudden hair on the back of your neck standing up feeling as well, but, can't go looking now. The hood on her coat is pulled up to keep her face from being scene and as the humans rush one of the mutants there is a telescopic baton produced from seemingly nowhere. One is hit across the back of the knees with it, taking them down without bashing their skulls in. She was simply trying to get the mutants a clean shot to get themselves past the group that was blocking them.
Drake Riley	Drake Riley's hands raise, the electricity visibly coursing over his digits intensifying! And then one of the new arrivals is slamming down a human attacker. Oh. Okay then. The arrival of ridiculous muscle and evidently more, ugh, /mutant lovers/, sees the aggressors starting to rethink their approach here. Some more familiar with the others grab onto their outerwear to motion away. And very soon, the groupings start to break up. Some outraged mutants chase on foot, shouting a myriad of colorful metaphors. Drake leans over, propping his hands to his knees. Standing in the middle of the street isn't the best place to catch your breath, but there won't be any cars driving through here for a bit. Not with the people strewn about in varying states of consciousness.
Nikias	Nikias grumbles a bit as the racist rioters scurry off, flipping the runners off as they go and giving one of them still on the ground a rough kick in the ribs before making his way back to the bundler, his head turning suspiciously about until his gaze stops on Raissa, his feet stopping with it while he scrutinizes her. A moment later, he turns back and resumes his course, "What happened, kid? You were like a statue." He says disapprovingly.
Raissa	Rai gives a look to Nikias when he spots her and there's a moment she also stops, her bright eyes squinting for a moment, then she's just following after the crowd as she helps a few people up. She shoos a few of the younger mutants homewards. But she gives a look over to see Drake leaning over and she heads that way. "Are you alright?" the woman asks in an oddly accented tone.
Drake Riley	Drake Riley is busy in his own world, taking just a moment to reflect. Assess. Think about what the next move is. What the likelihood is of this area being hit. He plucks the sunglasses from his face to run the back of a wrist across his visage, clearing a bit of sweat. Just then, a voice cuts through! He quickly straightens his posture and affixes a vibrant emerald gaze on the woman. "Yeah! I'm good. I'm fine," he reports. The hooded-hatted-head cants to her. "Are you?" She doesn't look even roughed up, from what he can see at a glance. But best to be sure. Not that he's a medic, or even approaching it. Most of the mutants are starting to scurry away as realization hits them. This was an incident. They need to be scarce. There's going to be a whole line of 'I didn't see nothin''s in the police's near future.
Nikias	Nikias leads the walking pillow over to Drake and Raissa, "Well, that was kinda heated...And underwhelming. Anybody badly hurt?" He asks a glance around, stopping when he sees his own reflection in the aviators and snapping his attention back, "Oh right. Call me Wes. This big clothy ball here is Sarah. Pleasure to meet'cha." He says as he resumes letting his gaze wander the site, "...Need to get movin soon, before the cops stop pretending they cant hear any of this."
Raissa	"I'm fine, they built the women of my family in a sturdy way." Raissa tells him with a bit of a smile. Given she's the only woman left in her family, that's saying something. "I think people better get heading to ground though for the next bit, going to be some unhappy police coming and I'm guessing they're going to lash out at the first thing that doesn't settle right with them." she frowns. Then she looks to 'Wes', "Wes is it?" she smiles to that. "Good to meet you and nice to meet you, Sarah. I'm Rai." she offers.
Drake Riley	Drake Riley doesn't introduce himself right away. Everyone has such normal names here. But he knows he can't do that. He doesn't have that luxury. So, once again, he'll be going with the cover name: "Volt. Thanks for pitching in. You," he says, nodding to Wes, "I can tell aren't strictly human. But you..." He redirects his gaze to Rai. The uncertainty is there on his face, but he doesn't quite vocalize it. Instead, he simply nods. "You're right." The sunglasses are slotted over his eyes again. "You three got somewhere to be?"
Nikias	Nikias chuckles at Drake, "That's not a name." He says with an amused grin, widening slightly when Drake calls his suspicion of Nikias being an eldritch horror, "You'd be surprised what we normies can do. What can I say? I work out." He says with a smirk, dropping down to a more neutral expression at Drake's question, "....If you guys need a place to lay low, I got a warehouse not to far from here...Just dont touch my stuff. It's mine." Sarah, for her part, just tries to look at the ground, failing miserably as the layers upon layers keep her face tilted at a slightly up angle, "...Dont worry about her, kid just found out last month."
Raissa	Raissa gives a look to him, "I'm as Human as they come really, Volt." she tells him. Then there's a look to Nikias, a dip of her head given to him, "I've got a place. Probably need to get going just so my face doesn't get seen by anyone. You guys seem like trust worthy sorts though." she gives a smile to them. Then she's bringing the collar of her coat up around her throat and bringing the hood down farther, "Keep safe." she tells them both.
Drake Riley	"I got tired of the one my parents gave me," replies Volt dryly. Not necessarily true, but who's counting? "Besides, who doesn't appreciate a little truth in advertising?" The matter of a warehouse is intriguing, but he's guarded. Whatever was going to be his initial answer is put on hold to address Rai. "Can't have'em thinking you're consorting with the gooey mutants, right?," he chides. But there's a level of dry mirth there, and a lack of offense-taking. He gets it. He's playing it subtle, himself, despite obviously /not/ being completely whitebread. "I'll do what I can. And I never saw you," he concludes to her. Then to Wes, he redirects his gaze to Sarah. "...I know how that is. Where're her parents?"
Nikias	Nikias nods to Raissa as she prepares to leave, "Yeah, maybe I'll see ya around..." There's a slightly threatening undertone to his voice that disappears as he glances to the still shy Sarah, "....'s ok, kid, you can do it." He says reassuringly as he starts glancing up and down the street, "My d-dad's at work..." Is all she can manage to get out, barely audible through the facial bandages. Nikias glances back over to the conversation and butts in, "Not to be rude, but I give it fourty-five seconds tops before this street gets swarmed. If we're goin anywhere, we need to start movin."
Raissa	Rai gives a look back to Nik, "Now that's not how old friends catch up." she winks at him. Then the tall woman is wandering off into the proverbial sunset as it is. Peace!
Drake Riley	An ironic sentiment, given the clutter of unconscious people and damaged property strewn about the street. Drake might've laughed, had she actually said it! Alas, his focus has to settle on Wes. "I hear you. Where's this warehouse of yours?," he asks, glancing briefly to Sarah, then back again. He's already moving, hands stuffing into his hoodie and head tilting low. He's gravitating towards the sidewalk, as if he were a nice, normal person who doesn't shoot lightning at attackers.
Nikias	Nikias takes the lead with a confident stride, ushering Sarah to follow, "It's down by the docks, nice and out of the way. You can stay there for a couple hours, let the heat die down, then be off on your way." He says as he twists down an alley, the sound of sirens coming from up the street the group had been heading down.