Stones of the Ice Age

January 08, 2019:

Ne runs into a bit of trouble outside of Mutant Town. Cassie and Lena are there for the "rescue".

Mutant Town, NYC

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Fade In…

*

Another night in manhatten and things were…mostly back to normal around here. Unfortunately, normal wasn't always the greatest thing in a city like New York. Of course there were positives about the city, community and otherwise, but there were plenty of negatives too in the darker side. Some of those were a little more on show than usual now as the sun went down and Ne had been making her way home from Mutant Town.

It didn't take much to spark hate that was already there, plenty of people had subtle or overt displays of digust to those that were different in their day to day life after all. But now? The whisperings of a certain figure and the promise of a reward in return for…materials had been more than enough to gather a small group who'd waited in ambush for the first 'freak' to stray from the pack. Ne? She'd just been on her way home after dropping off supplies from Xaviers! It didn't seem that strange to see a few thugs calling out to her, or even yelling slurs as she left the safety of the community. Just a normal occurance once she'd decided to stop hiding what she was…

*

Lena was taking a break. She didn't favor New York more so than another, darker location she came to enjoy, but said break was needed. As was time to heal. Wandering led to a number of things - coffee, food, the bundle of idiots yelling out toward, oh, someone she knew. Quirking a brow, the dark haired girl sighs, rolling her pale eyes and heading in the direction of the group. Bundled up in a warm jacket, the fluff around its hood fluttering against her face, Lena edges closer to the party and offers them a pensive smirk, her dark lips pressing a dimple into her cheek.

"Excuse me," she begins, her voice apathetic with a hint of annoyance. "Those things you were saying. Were you directing them at my friend over there?"

*

Okay, so it's night time, and Cassie's been walking around New York. She isn't really sure of the place, and she's got nothing but a stupid flip phone, so she's relying upon a map. And actual, stupid, paper, map. Worse, she got it from one of those tourist shops, so everything that it pinpoints is some kind of Tourist Trap or restaurant and that's not exactly what she needs right now.

"For fuck sake, where the HELL did I leave my truck? You still keeping up Dario?" She looks behind her and there's a mangey orange tabby kind of following along behind her and she nods her head, dropping a small treat that the feline stops to chomp on before running to catch back up.

Over her shoulder is something of a gym bag about say as long as a, baseball bat, and it's not got a lot of stuff in it as it bangs against her butt while she walks. Stopping when she realizes there's shouting going on, Cassie sort of stopped in the middle of the road. Then car horns and she looks straight at the car stopping, and shouts, "Fuck you, fuck your fancy car with it's gas, and the god damn horn that works! Go eat devil cunt, asshole!" She was the one J-walking, and then she stomps the rest of the way across the street.

*

It -had- been Ne's intention to just keep walking, hope her shorter legs could get her far enough away that they'd give up. Most people were simply just trying to play tough anyway, few would get to violence without some sort of encouragement and it wasn't like she couldn't handle herself. She'd just been told that flash-freezing mutant haters outside of mutant town didn't really look great to the general public! Of course, the moment she heard other voices? The calm irritation of Lena and the…not so calm Cassie.

Six men, each of them armed with bats, chains and other assorted improvised weaponry that would make the 'Warriors' proud turn their head towards Lena in her coat and just seem to 'stare' for a second before one of them finds their voice, stepping towards the human woman. "The freak? We were just inviting her to join us for a chat all polite like."

Even as the apparent ringleader speaks, one of his cohorts winds back his arm and casts it forwards with suprising speed and accuracy, hurtling a rock through the air that catches Ne square in the cheek while her gaze is still turned towards Cassie, her cat and her whole…screaming in the middle of the road thing.

*

"Oh, what gentlemen." She begins, hearing the outburst from Cassie and quirking a brow in the woman's direction. "Seems like someone is having a bad night. Maybe yours will be the same." She explains to the six-set, her hand rolling over something in her pocket. The toss and strike was all Lena really needed (in truth, she didn't need anything that would cause her to act, if anything, it was just icing on the cake.) Her fine brows knit together as a soft snarl arches her upper lip. "Now, now, boys…where are your manners?"

Thankful for their grouping, the girl pulls out a sphere like object from her pocket, its contents swirling azure and silver. A light on its top was already blinking, rapidly, as it rolls closer to their feet. "Maybe we should cool off. Talk about this." She offers, her smirk return with a more dastardly glint in her eyes.

*

Improvised weapons? Chains, and bats and rocks? This could be the Cassie Crew if it weren't for the fact that they were just thugs picking on someone. There's a look to the woman, then to the men. Nothing that rolls is safe. Cassie tosses down the map and shouts, "Grenaaaaaaaaaade!" And she's booking it straight towards the orb.

She's a bit faster than a normal person might be, not exactly superhuman, but she's got a lot of adrenaline and a lot of strength. Her objective? To kick that orb off and away from everyone, probably down an alleyway where hopefully there's no sleeping homeless people. But, she's running toward what she can only suspect is some kind of explosive device arming to kill all these thugs!

*

Ne herself is probably going to be spotting a new bruise on her cheek and was already turning back towards the thugs now. She couldn't flash freeze them, but she was about to go attempt to shove some of those bats up their-…was that a grenade? The mutant woman did recognize Lena…they had met before after all, but she'd been blasting vampires with some sort of laser gun back then rather than hucking cryobombs into small crowds.

Cassie's screaming is about as much of a warning as the thugs recieve. They'd been planning to lynch a mutant and then haul them off to be carved up for money, not get bombed by someone who looked like they'd come down from a ski trip. Several of them dive to the pavement, one of them starts running and the last? He simply just stands there an wets himself. Lena had clearly been 'cooking' the timer on the grenade, so when the Cassie goes rushing towards it to kick? Things are probably about to get -very- cold for her.

*

The sphere was cooked, so much so that as the men go sprawling, some of them are caught in the act of motion and left to hover, coated in ice and frost. The 'grenade' as it were, wasn't the type that explodes. There's no discharge of metal, the reach localized more than anything else. The orbs shatters, spreading a chill that freezes anything within its radius on impact. Four are solid and stuck, left with their eyes moving behind jagged sheets of a chilly barrier. Two are left with just their legs stuck against the ground, having been sheilded by their more 'solid' companions. Once Cassie arrives, it causes Lena to look her way. "May I help you?" A pause, "If you're going to talk, please don't yell anymore. You almost made this less amusing than it was going to be."

*

Slip, slip slip, on ice, Cassie comes to a slow, awkward looking stop as she skates past the men on the ice, ready to kick something but then just slipping and sliding past. When her boots finally manage to have some kind of grip again, on the ground, she turns and sticks her arms out to the side as she walks slowly. Looking at these guys who are frozen up and she grimaces. "Frigid bitch much?" Cassie asks straight in the direction of Lena, as she is walking carefully now, and she says, "I am not sure what kind of Elsa wannabe you are, but really? A cold bomb. You could've killed these people. And yeah, they are dickwads, for sure, and they've probably become very small dickwads, since I hear that kind of… hides from the cold, but all besides the point." Still walking awkwardly on ice. "Assholes shouldn't throw rocks - and it's already god damn cold out. You -had- to make it colder, my nipples are like ice picks right now, and THAT's a fucking problem." Still pretty high in volume. With a quick, concerned look, she eyes Ne, and sighs, "You okay?" Much calmer, and quieter voice, concerned in tone and almost softly spoken.

*

Unexpected, a complication…further study required at a later date. With that, the potential Havester unseen by all disappears into the night. One day he'd return, the hunger was just too great, but even crazies could know when the odds were against them. The poor mooks he'd set on the collision course? Their problems were slightly more immediate. Someone was probably going to need to get them out of that eventually, but sympathy in this part of town was probably going to be a little lower than average.

Stepping closer, the ever-silent Neon just sort of blinks for a moment at the exchange between Lena and Cassie, but it's when she's addressed that the short girl simply places a finger to her lips and then turns towards one of the leg-frozen and howling men who'd happened to be the rock-throwing culprit. Bending down to his height? She reaches out a finger towards the man's face and 'flicks' him on the nose before making to stand again. Yep, there'd be no help from her! Straightening up, there's a few gestures towards the 'Angry Elsa'. Attempted Sign language perhaps?

*

"Who's Elsa?" Lena inquires, asking the question with a straight face and a hint of confusion in her gaze. Looking at the men, her head cants to the side, her smile returning as she nods and takes a few steps back. "If the cold bothers you, leave." She offers to Cassie, the suggestion earnest. Once Ne arrives, she giggles at the flick, watching the girl's hands move and nodding. "Don't worry about it. They deserved it." She nods again, "Ah, wandering. Had to step out of Gotham for a few nights. Now that that's taken care of, I'll continue wandering."

*

Cassie Hack stuffs her hands into the pockets on her vest, as she gets off the ice pack area. Then she looks at the men, "Uh, attractive blonde, cold princess, manipulates… whatever." She stops for a moment, and looks around again, "You aren't going to unfreeze them? They'll die if they stay cold too long. Why don't we -unfreeze- them and then beat them unconscious? Hmm? Then they don't die of hypothermia… maybe?" Watching as Ne goes over and flicks a person in the nose, she calls over to Ne, "I can see how you'd want them hurt… but dead? Really? I mean, who knows if any of them are dormant slashers, you know? I'd hate to see one rise up, then I'd have to think of a name. Like Wendigo, or Sasquatch maybe?"

*

A blink, Ne nods at the answer Lena had given her. At least she was right to guess that Lena understood ASL after their last encounter. Probably for the best, since she -still- hadn't replaced her notepad or phone! Cassie's invoking however has her turning her head, slow-blinking and black faced before she exhales a frosted breath and brings her hands together.

It was pretty obvious she was a mutant, between appearance and the direction she'd come from, but the sudden rush of cold-light lasers between her fingers that flash into a perfect ice sculpture of a snowflake? It was an overt display if ever there was one. Her powers weren't exactly going to help anyone get out of the cryogrenade's effects.

She does however, point to herself, then to their improvised weapons before tilting her head and raising an eyebrow. They'd clearly wanted to harm her after all. Finally, there's a pout and she raises a hand to point at Cassie before making a 'phone' gesture to her own ear. Perhaps someone should just call an ambulance?

*

"Unless they start eating each other, at least they won't make a Wendigo. That should help." She shrugs, walking around the pair and keeping her pace down the sidewalk. "Either way, I don't unfreeze, I just freeze. They have about 20 minutes until cell death. Have fun." Giving Ne a soft ruffling of her bi-hued hair in passing, she places her hands back into her pockets and moves on.

*

Lena heads out to NYC Subway.

*

"Yeah… but I don't have any minutes…" Cassies pauses, "Wait a fucking rich girl second. I was at this diner, it may have been a date, but I don't think so, and some rich girl gave me tons of minutes." Cassie pulls out her phone, so used to having no ability to actually call anyone with it she's about to type in 911 and call and then stops. "Uhhhh. No -can- do, on the calling. Maybe. So, let's just say, hypothetically, someone was on some kind of list, let's call it a Most Wanted list, and then called into emergency services. Do, you, think, that'd be a big red flag?"

Watching as Lena goes off, Cassie grumbles, "Fuck. Okay, we need a torch or a person who lights up like a torch, maybe some mutant called like, I dunno. Person Torch? That's a stupid name, but you know what I mean." Standing there still with her phone out, she starts walking her way slipping and sliding along the ice again, "Whoawhooaooaoa." And toward the crowd, someone's got to have a phone, right?

*

Cassie Hack adds, "I know they were trying to hurt you, but like, look at them. They are idiots, and idiots don't deserve to die just be tossed in jail for a long, long time."

*

Whatever happened to payphones anyway? Neon actually gives a little silent sigh before she shakes her head and raises her hands skywards. Her powers only really made the temperature colder, but they certainly put on a good light show. A wave of glowing pink and purple lights that match her namesake, the mutant girl seems to be attempting a…flare of sorts? Well, it'd probably get some attention and that was almost certainly going to have her in trouble when she gets back to the mansion but… another sigh comes and she sits herself down near one of the frozen men, idly poking him with her toe before she makes several more gestures with her hands and the lights seem to twist and warp into colorful cursive in the air.

Not every day you see the words 'Ambulance needed! Call 911' written in the sky with an arrow pointing straight to the ground.

*

Looking up, Cassie is pretty much… awestruck. "Holy shit. Now right Penis in the air… I dare you. Quick, before we leave…" And she's just sort of sliding along as she's standing on frozen ground and just moving till she eventually comes to a halt. "Okay! Now I think it's time to go…" There's quite a few people suddenly pulling out their phones and calling someone. Cassie moves back in the direction of Ne, and will, if the other woman doesn't stop her, grab her hand and start tugging her along. "Come on come on come on, cops are probably gonna show up super fast."

*

There is an exhalation, a frown. They never -did- try just breaking the ice with one of those bats. That could have been fun…and -maaaybe- helpful? Oh well. Pulled along, the shorter girl does however give a little pout. If she was speaking, she'd be declaring that the Slasher slayer owed her one!

The guilt trip she was in for back at the X-Mansion? Being the newbie sucked!

*

Well, one of the joys of life, not always getting what you are looking for with a bat. Cassie keeps moving along as she hurries with Ne in tow. Once they are a few blocks away she sighs out and just let's the other woman's hand go. "Damnit. I hate cops. Always thinking the wrong thing about a chick in black, you know? Just saying. You probably get it, with the whole being a mutie thing, and them wanting to arrest you guys all the time. Racist assholes, that they are, they still have guns and jails."

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