The First Pair of Blondes to Ever Visit a Mall

August 10, 2017:

Meggan drags Mattias to the mall to further become acquainted.

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Fade In…

Meggan used her mobile to see if Mat's phone still worked. Sending him a text that read, "R U reads this? We meet and go City. Y/N?" Writting really isn't Meggan's strongest suit and autocorrect is very mean to her for some reason. Likely some tech mutant tinking it is funny. But she will wait near the garage area to see if Mat shows up forgetting to tell him WHEN to meet her. She's got jeans and a top with long sleeves so she can wear her costume under it and hide that fact still.

*

Somewhere three floors up the din of metal music coming from under the door of Mat's room turns off. Laying in bed playing video games on his phone is done with the simple response of "Y. I'll get a car." And without much adieu and no X-uniform worn under his clothing, Mattias peels a black tee shirt over his body with the jagged lettering of 'MAYHEM' on the front. A quick look in the mirror later and he's hopping his scuffed blue jeans and old black boots down to the garage.

Mat yanks a key off of a hook and strides out into the collection of usable vehicles, turning to spot Meggan with a dark smile and a waggle of keys. "I chose a car that growls." Mat quickly looks her up and down, then presses the button to unlock the blue muscle car. "Shall we?"

*

She turns wen he calls out and rattles the keys, Meggan smiles. "Well normally growls aren't the nicest of things, but seems to fit you. Sure! Normally I just fly into the city but didn't think that you want me to carry you." In other words she thought it better to be more 'normal' and act like people. Even if she still looks like an elf. "I want to get some pizza from a spot I know and I saw something that you should buy. So figured we can get it in New York."

*

"Whut?" Mattias narrows one eye and leans back, giving Meggan a deadpan look. "Because you're a girl that would be carrying me? Pssh-" Mattias' chain wallet swings around his hip as he turns his back to the woman and walks to the passenger side and opens the door for her. "But I like to drive, so let's save that for when you're dropping me into somewhere dangerous, ja?" Mattias leans on the door, holding it open. "I'm game, let's do this, Meg."

*

She gets into the car ith a nod of thanks for him opening the door. "Some don't like being carried when I fly. I don't get it, but it happens often enough. But I'd be happy to drop you sometime, especially somewhere dangerous." She doesn't bother to buckle up, cuz seriously. The blonde gets her own phone out to punch upwhat she found with help earlier. "This is what you need." And it makes a mobile phone much bigger but also look like an ammo box and is made of hard plastic to not break and has a flap to cover the screen as well. "Says it got 'good' reviews."

*

There's no leather jacket this time. Summer is out in full force, with humidity to match the heat, leaving nothing for Mat to throw into the backseat when his door opens and he slides in. "I can port, but not fly. I'm kind of jealous." Mattias turns the key and the car rumbles to life, blowing his hair back as the freezing air conditioner kicks on. The car courses out of the garage and down the main stretch to the gate, and Mat turns to look to her screen. "Oh gods, if that doesn't save my phone I'm not sure anything will." Mattias grins to the woman, then turns his eyes to the road.

"Thanks for thinking about me when you saw that." Mat adds, slowing until the gates open and he can turn out onto the highway. "Truth? I was looking on my phone yesterday for things to do around here and the city to do, but I didn't know if you liked movie theaters at all." Mat glances her way, brow cocking, question held in the air.

*

"Depends on the crowd. Horror movies and me? Horrible combination. It is NOT pretty. LIterally it isn't pretty." Meggan won't be doing that again. Ever. The girl slips her shoes off in the car, cuz she hates them. "But some films are good. I alway was a tele-junky. And I'll eat ten liters of popcorn before you know it."

*

"Awwwww…alright, I'll find other ways to get my horror fix." Mattias weaves around a slow car as the city looms in the distance. First…the bridge. "But if bars get you strange I don't want you turning into Pinhead while I'm actually watching Hellraiser." Mattias cackles and looks to her side of the car, smile drifting onto the corner of his lip. "We'll stick a nail in that idea and round about it after pizza. Which…I'll have a lot of, too." He huffs and shimmies back into a more comfortable lean with one arm dangling over the armrest console between their bodies. "I can eat for days and really, this Midgardian ale we drank the other night has no effect on me, either."

*

"Empathic shapeshifter. What do you think happens when you put me in a a big dark room full of scared people?" She picks upon that fear, turns into it physically, maybe even gets urges to act on it. Not so nice a situation to say the least. Meggan admits, "Who's Pinhead? Do they have a super tiny skull or just a big body?" She shrugs about the idea of him eatting a lot, "Most big guys do have big appatites, I expected a pie and half for you with some slices for me. Shouldn't be a problem. If you are used to stronger ale then maybe I should never touch the Asgard stuff."

*

"You feel safe to Joogle the Pinhead? Leather. Knives. Undead guy with his head lined with nails driven in?" Mat waves a hand all around his head to emphasize, in fact, all around his head. "He drags people to Hell. Forever. Fun stuff." Sarcasm in his brow, Mat looks back foward as the car begins over the long bridge leading into Manhattan proper. The corner of his lip sucks in between two teeth in a bite, which is held in deep thought until the plump lip flubs back into place. "You know, Meggan," Mat looks over to her face. "I'm pretty sure Asgardian ale might actually be considered poison here. This isn't bragging." A beat. "This is me wondering whether or not it'd hurt my friends."

*

Meggan's eyes go wide, "That sounds horrible. I mean nails in the head, and taking people to hell? I shudder to think what my powers would do to me to make me 'fit' that." But the Brit hardly seems upset or really offended at the information. "I imagine one pint would put me firmaly into drunken stupor, unless I borrowed someone's powers."

*

"I don't want to think about it either. But what happens when you get scared? And how careful do I need to be about my emotions around you?" Mattias pats Meggan's jean-clad knee before he turns the car down into a dark parking garage not far from the shopping district mentioned on her phone. The headlights turn on and Mattias pulls into a parking space. "Because my only power is my teleport, which I gave you a little show of out at the lake."

Crank. Car dies. Keys out. Mattias looks over.

"The rest of everything I do is just a normal man from Asgard who grew in another realm."

*

"Well one time some guys tried to get at me and a friend. WE were hiking in the wood. And so t scare them back I became basically a werewolf-woman. Usually the more primal and intense the emotion, the more feral and primal I will tend to be. But no, you don't have to guard your emotions around me. It takes a lot to get past my passive defenses." She slips her shoes on as Meggan gets ready to leave, "Most wouldn't call tht normal at all. And I rarely like that word anyway."

*

"Right. What is normal, anyway?" Mattias pulls the latch to his door and shoves it open with his boot. A closed car door and the URK-RK of a car alarm later and he's falling into line alongside the shorter blonde. Pendants swaying, he leads her up the ramp and motions for her to lead the way. "So, do you sense emotions everywhere you go?" Mattias finally asks. "The reason why I ask is because it just occurred to me that it's got to be tough. People aren't robots; they feel all kinds of good and bad things." Mattias bumps her arm gently with his elbow. "These days, worse more than better."

*

"For me there is no such thing," admits Meggan. The torture device for feet get put on as she hops out of the car. "Everywhere and always," she answers his quetion. "No just human, but the planet and sometimes animals. I'm attuned to 'nature' if you will." She is used to keeping the general static out. "Big cities are hard, or big gathers with strong emotions can get to me, but that's just my gift. I can't imagine being without it."

*

"The last time I was here in the city there was a mutant rights riot about Genosha." Mattias lowers his voice and tugs his hair down to flow over his shoulders, yet still, he tucks it back. "So if that happens we're gonna run to the car." A beat. "Or a pride parade." Mattias laughs and straightens his back, stuffing his keys into what space he can find in the faded pockets of his jeans. "Is it weird when someone throws all kinds of vibes your way that aren't…mutual?" Mattias slows as the doors to the galleria whoosh open for them. "That would feel weird, but at least you know what people think when they see you, right?"

*

Mentioning that place makes Meggan's smile wither and die, "Please." A quaver in the one word. "Let's not talk about that place. I was AT Genosha for a mission." The blonde hugs her tummy to still the butterflies. She walks along by him and says, "Why would a pride parade be bad?" Trying to latch onto that life ring and pull her from the sea of memories. "I try to not read people to much, and plus emotions are not thoughts. You can know someone is scared, but as for WHY they are scared can be harder to figure out."

*

"I was there, too. Illyana and I broke up a factory; it was like kicking over sandcastles." Mattias intones low and to the side, glancing to Meggan's face to read her as best as he can. He's no telepath. It's evident. With a cough under his breath, he looks past the clothing stores, boutiques, summer swimwear sales, spying the tech gadgetry store in the distance. "Pride parades always seemed to me like…a mix of emotions. Everyone dancing around in their freedom, but also maybe a little scared, a little angry, but mostly just a bunch of people running around naked." Mattias snorts and pulls his hair back over one ear. "Alas, I think such a power is better in your hands than mine."

*

Meggan isn't eager to review those events. "Imet Illyana once, she seems neat." She points to the store up ahead and says, "I hope this will help with your mobile breaking problems. And it really depends on the individual and the feel of the 'group.' I can project my emotions as well. Just depends on a lot of things. Why I try to always help other to be happy, and spread hat."

*

Mattias scratches the edge of his brow with a thumbnail, nodding three times quick and waving through the air to dispel the last of it. "Right, let's not talk about that. I've been told I bowl through awkward subjects like a beast. I guarantee I will trip over it." Mattias slips a hand into his back pocket, next to his wallet, and hip-checks the blonde lightly before entering the store. "Did you want anything for yourself while we're at the mall?" Mattias veers towards the phone cases. "I feel weird being the only person with a shopping bag."

*

"That's a bad phrase to beasts and unfair," Meggan pretending to be serious, but not at all offended. She winks at him to let him know this before he has long to worry. "It's fine you got nothing to worry about Mattias." She manages her balance at the bump and laughs. "Me? Nah. I got simple needs. Not sure what I would buy. Just use the case right away, then no bag. Besides what would I buy? Don't say shoes."

*

"I don't know what you would buy, I'm still feeling you out." Mattias over-emphasizes his statement with a faux-exhaustion as he steps up to the rack of UBERCASES. "I'm not gonna say shoes; you keep kicking them off, but I don't know the stuff you like, the stuff you need." Mat chews on his lip, looking the selection up and down: BLUE. RED. GRAY. BLACK. Of course, his eyes stop on black. "I don't even own a lot of clothes myself, but I don't know if you're rich, or have a loaded closet, but I bet your room is ten blends of comfy." Mattias plucks the BLACK case from the wall. "Tons of pillows, right?"

*

"I have to wear them to go into stores. Else I would stay barefoot." Meggan also isn't a big cloths horse. "We can get an engraver or sticker to personalize your phone if you want." Meggan has almost no money but what she does get, she rarely spends. "It isn't that but that sounds very nice. I enjoy a warm cuddly bed."

*

"It took some time, but my room looks something between a vampire's castle, a CD store, and a viking man-cave." Mattias holds up the case for her to see and hooks her elbow in his arm and turns the both of them towards the register. Once they near, he returns her her use of her arm and digs out his wallet. "I'm probably going to paint all over this thing when I get home if you want to come hang out and see. Throw a movie in." Mattias drops some money down and holds out a hand, declining a bag. "How long ago did you move here?"

*

"Why a vampire castle?" She's lived in a castle and so knows what that can be like. Meggan looks at his case and gives a nod of approval. "You paint? That sounds like a fair bit of fun. It could even be this Pinhell guy." Thinking back to the question, "Here as in midgard or as in New York? The later would be just about a year, maybe less. I tend to makr times by seasons."

*

"No, I don't art for shit." Mattias laughs and shakes his hair away from his eyes as he walks. Opting to keep the case in one piece, he carries it. "Which might turn out bad or good, I don't know, but it'll be me. Pin-HEAD is a great idea. I think I'm gonna try it." Mat then turns to lead her out, offering her an arm. "Which realm were you at before this one? As for vampire castle…ehh-" Mattias croaks. "-we could watch Dracula. It would make sense, then. Dracula is metal."

*

She looks at the arm and Meggan only hesitates a moment, then takes it. "Pizza first right? They got some great stuff here. So tasty and fun to fold up to eat too. What toppings do you want, or should we do classic cheese." She glances up at him to tease, "You trying to get me to vamp out or something?"

*

"Vamp out? Nooo," Mattias' muscular arm flexes against hers, his voice scratching over his chuckle. The pendants bat at his chest, and from the forearm against hers, two long, thin spikes, like corset boning, can be felt within the fur of his bracer. Mattias…packs shivs. "It's a good movie and would explain a lot, but could you actualy do that? BECOME a vampire?" Mattias blinks her way, not paying attention to the road ahead while he walks, dangerously angled to knock over a display stand if he doesn't look soon.

"That's kind of awesome." Mattias pauses. "And if you do cheese, put half of everything you can find on my half." A beat. "And…that's still pretty awesome."

*

Meggan gets curriou and her fingers start to feel around over these thin spikes to see what tey are like. "I can become a lot of things, depends on how much you have to 'have' to be a vampire. Definitely can look like one and maybe make it to where I can drink blood." Saying it as casual as she can. But she does notice the stand and stops to pul him up short of a mistake. "We'll et one with my kind and one for you."

*

"Yea, that's definitely cool and would come in handy if you get stuck on a desert island with a bunch of Gothy Tri-hards, wh-" Jolt. Mattias, eyes on Meggan's, gets yanked in and twists around the stand, only then noticing it in a twist of hip and chain wallet. The sudden, confusing press places his forearm more fully in her hand. Two long, thin, ridges of bone, they feel like…antlers of a kind. Natural weapons of the Earth on a bracer sewn crudely enough by hands that cannot…art for shit.

"Fokk…that would have been expensive. Thanks." Mattias chuffs back at the kiosk of porcelain miniatures and sighs his relief, pointing forward as his eyes leave hers, a silent promise to watch the road. "Pizza, then car, then home. While the mall still stands."

*

"Not a problem Mattias. Last thing I want to do is let you walk into something." She's learned to keep her eyes open and alert now that she's on her own more. Meggan is curious but will ask about the bracer when they are in the car, not a mall. She happily nods her head, tucking hair behind a pointed ear, "Pizza and then a car. Sounds brilliant. Maybe we can watch a Harry Potter movie together sometime."

*

"If Dracula isn't your flow and Harry Potter is better. 'Evs. Bring what you want, woman." There's a stoic, Asgardian arrogance to Mattias' smirk. A titan in Midgard, there's nothing to fear; such a vein of arrogance is hard to feel being a remotely unbreakable creature in a realm known for its temporary states. "No one ever stops by my room anyway unless they're leaving the mansion or haunting me." Mattias smirks, vague as can be, into the pizzeria.

Fifteen minutes and two drinks later, the doors to the muscle car are opening and the car's tires squeal into the turn onto the bridge and the highway beyond. What seems like forty pounds of pizza are steaming in the backseat, and the low screech of some kind of human that is trying like all hell to sound like a dying vulture can be heard on the radio to the chorus of blisteringly fast guitar riffs.

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