Brendan/Averillix RP (cont from Sabella's log)
Averillix nods lightly. Her hands are being wrung like a wet towel at the moment, trying to keep that very big impulse to hug the guy on its leash. Instead, she stops the hand abuse and instead runs the fingers through her hair, then to play with and look down at the dark tips of them before she looks up at Brendan. Funny. She got shy with people she knew, but yammered at total strangers for /hours/. "I am just out here, enjoying New York. I graduated last year, remember?" Yes? Please? She was semi-sort of important to remember, right?
Sabella notices the look for help and chuckles softly glancing up towards Averillix. "Hello darling. Since Brendan here hasn't yet seen fit to introduce us, I'm Sabella. Why don't you have a seat?" She gestures to the empty seat next to Brendan before leaning back in her chair and taking a long pull from her glass, letting Brendan babble his questions out. Hey! This make cute girl with green hair number two that Sabella knows of. The hand ringing and such seems to amuse Bella to no end, though she doesn't say anything about it, simply letting the two talk and catch up.
Brendan seems to have gotten shy as well as he peers at Ave, doing a bit of nervous drumming on the table with his hands as she speaks. He thinks about her question for a moment...of course he remembers, she was basically the only good friend that he had at the time. He nods his head, "Yes, I remember. I don't remember if I ever really said congratulations...heh. A lot of things have happened in a short period of time, and I'm sure I've left behind more than a few loose ends." He offers a shy smile to Ave, hoping that she takes the offered seat. "Oh yeah, sorry bout that. Like she said, this is Sabella..." he nods towards here. "She's sorta a...er...teacher...of mine. Where I now go to, er...school." Yeah, that's it. One supposes it is a school of sorts, right? ;) "Anyway, you, er...you look great still! How's life been for you?" He looks to Sabella again, as if asking how he's doing so far, before looking back to Ave.
Averillix smiles to Sabella, a little more comfortably when it's noted that she's his -teacher-. Not his girlfriend. C'est tres bien! "I am Averillix Montague. It is nice to meet you." Yep, and still with the same broken-ish English. She pulls out the seat for herself (Bad Brendan!), and, placing her hands first on the table, and then on her lap, she peers at him, silent for a moment, and then she grins again. "I am so glad for you, though, that you now have a school-home. Are you in the graduate school?" Yes, she had chosen to opt out of the whole college deal, and she only belatedly answers his questions. "But, I am doing good. I am a gardener and botanist at the Xavier's. The plants there talk A /lot/."
Sabella presses her forefinger and thumb to the bridge of her nose and shakes her head. "Do you think perhaps we could go with mentor, or 'you're insperation' rather than teacher? It makes me sound so old and ... old." And she hates feeling her age. The lie about him going to a school earns a sad shake of the head before she pauses, one ear twitching at the mention of Xavier's. She shoots Brendan a glance that says very simple for him to tread carefully. "Xavier's? Have you been there for long?" Sabella asks, suddenly, though politely intruding on the conversation.
Brendan would have pulled the seat out for Ave, but he was too preoccupied with being totally nervous. After she sits, he blinks and realizes what he should have done...and he apologizes. "Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't even...gah, I'm an idiot..." he chuckles, shaking his head slowly. "But, um...yeah. Yeah, it's sorta like a school-home, I suppose. It's sorta hard to describe exactly what it is, so we'll just stick with that." He catches Sabella's glance, and he does realize that he has to be very careful about what he says, and he is trying. "Yeah, it's keeping me busy though, that's for sure. And I've been learning a lot lately." He nods his head slowly as she explains where she is presently working now, looking to Sabella a moment for her reaction. As she asks Ave a question, he adds in a..."So can I get you something to drink, Ave?" He offers a smile, the whole situation making him feel light-headed. "It's -really- nice to see you again...I figured we'd lose touch for good after I left the Park..."
Averillix laughs at Sabella's words, and she shakes her head lightly, though she's still looking at Brendan - his profile at least. "Our teachers there are sometimes very stuffy, and very boring. Like Professor Summers. The older one," she adds, making a face. Her eyes turn back to their normal level of green, and she finally looks to Sabella, wiggling her hand. "Maybe... a year and a half? I went there, half of one year, for school." Brendan's question only gets a sidelong look, and she grins. "If you are to be letting me -pay- for it, then yes" Shifting again; wow, this socializing with people was hard, sometimes. "But it makes very, very happy to see you again, too."
Sabella chokes on her coffee at the mention of 'Professor Summers being stuffy and boring'. And she really can't fight the grin so she tires to hide in behind her cup, murmuring something to herself about a bedroom and an animal but it's all very jumbled. "Oooh, then perhaps you know my son?" she asks with an arched brow. "He's generally with either Jean or Scott. Nate? He's still a baby so I'm pretty sure you'd know him if you've seen him." She states and smiles sweetly, hoping the knock the girl off her gaurd. And besides, she needs to draw the conversation away from the island in general.
Brendan grins at the 'teachers are boring' comment, and he nods his head in agreement. "Oh yeah. I know from my experience in high school that teachers aren't exactly the most entertaining species on the planet, heh..." He reaches up to take his hat off for a moment, rubbing a hand over his head before replacing the cap. "And I've heard the name Summers before..." he replies cryptically, but he leaves it at that. At her mention of paying for her drink, he laughs, shaking his head, "Oh, no, no, please...it's on me. Really. I haven't seen you in awhile, so it's the least I can do. It -is- really nice to see you again..." Apparently he can't seem to stress that enough. ;) He offers a smile to Ave, then falls silent as Sabella attempts to draw the attention away from the island by asking about her son. He lets her answer, simply sipping his drink and watching the two quietly.
Fwoosh. If she's quick enough, Averillix'll take the hat from Brendan, off his head and onto her own. She pulls the bill down over her eyes, and she peers up at Brendan from underneath it, her own eyes shining some. "No. I will pay for it." She giggles, the green glow darkening, and she continues her stupid teacher rant. "Scott is a - father?" She turns her head, quickly, to Sabella, taking her hands off the hat and tilting her head. "Uhm... No? I do not think so? I have not seen any babies at the house..."
Sabella watches the girlish way that Averi flirts and smiles to herself, sending Brendan another look. This one says 'she's cute, don't mess up'. "That he is, and Jean is a mother. Nate is our son. It's a long copmlicated story that involves me giving birth to Nate but he's actually, genetically Jean's. Like I said, complicated." She pushes back her chair and rises. "Well, I'm going to head over to that booth over there and talk to someone I just noticed was here. Brendan, I'll keep an ear out for you, just let me know when you're ready to go." And by keep an ear out she means that she'll be listening to every word he says and he'd best not stick his foot in his mouth or blab anything about the island. "I'll be over there. It was a pleasure to meet you darling."
Brendan heys! as Ave manages to steal his hat before he puts it back on his head, and he laughs, making a halfhearted grab for it to try and take it back, to no avail. "Oh, you think you're slick, do you...?" he smirks playfully. "Well fine, keep the hat. I have others anyway..." he teases. He's not too good at the whole flirting thing, either, but he gets points for trying. ;) He watches as Ave talks to Sab for a bit, smiling to himself. Finally, after Sab takes her leave, Brendan takes another sip of his drink. "Y'know, you probably look better in that hat than I do, anyway..." he replies, with a shrug. One might notice a couple of things about him that weren't there the last time he was here...for one, he seems to be a bit more reserved and cautious than he used to be...and another thing is of course, the spooky, ethereal blue glow that presently surrounds him. The light is still dim, yet it is noticeable if one is close. "So, um...Ave..." he attempts to think of what to say next...
"I do not think so; I just am sneaky." Her smile is wide, beaming, showing off the perfect pearl whites as she places her hands atop her head. Averillix, too, watches as Sabitha stands, and she gives a light little nod. Her eyes are slowly turning a paler green, a sign of obvious confusion at the woman's words, though she does turn back to Brendan. "I do not think I want to think about my teacher making babies," she says, almost snickering. Though, now that a little less pressure is gone, what with his teacher/mentor/whatnot gone, she relaxes some, letting a hand off the hat. "Really, I can? And no," she adds, blushing some, "I do not think that I do. It is a -boy- hat." As he stumbles though, she peers up at his eyes, like they're some kind of newfangled fishbowl. "Your eyes are different," she observes, her own eyecolor darkening, glowing more under the hat.
Brendan definitely notices when Ave smiles, just something else about her that he seems to really like. Who knows, maybe not seeing his friend for so long has made him view her in a different light...before, she was just a girl who liked to hang out in the Park and talk to trees...and now, there was something else. He can't figure out what exactly, though. He laughs softly, "Yeah, teachers shouldn't be allowed to breed...we don't need more boring people in the world," he jokes. "Plus it's just damn creepy to think about, too...haha..." He rubs a hand over his head again...a habit, it seems...and he nods his head at her question. "Heh...yeah, sure. Go ahead and keep it...maybe it can be a new look for you." He grins. "And so what if it's a boy hat? You still look good in it..." he laughs. "I wouldn't lie." He calls a waiter over, "Hey, man, can you get the lady here whatever she wants?" He glances to Ave again as she mentions his eyes, and he glances down, biting his lip a moment. "Er, yeeeah. So you noticed, huh?" he replies softly. "It's sorta, um...something to do with my, eh...abilities...or something. I just woke up one morning and was like 'whoa.'." He shrugs.
Averillix has always viewed Brendan a little different, but hey! She wasn't going to tell. Not with... well, that could be resolved. She twists the hat, putting it to one side, and pulls it down over her eye. "And a new accent, too, to go with it. Yo yo, G-unit." She tries to Brooklyn-ize her French accent, the result sounding rather silly indeed. "Or maybe, no." She giggles, looking over to the waiter. "Uhm... I want a root beer. Please," she adds, grinning some. Then she turns back to Brendan, peering at his eyes again. "What, do you not like them? I think they look very nice." Gawk, gawk, gawk. She'd always wondered why people were stupid and did it to hers, but look at the pot calling the kettle black. "Mine are changed in color, too, but I do not like it. I miss my silver eyes," she laments, sighing softly.
Averillix then leans back, tilting her head. "So, is it going to be a very long time, before I see you next again?"
Brendan sits there and watches with much amusement on his face as Ave twists the hat around and does her Brooklynite impression. He raises his eyebrows for a moment, then cannot help but bust out laughing. That was probably the funniest thing he's ever seen. ;) It takes him a few moments to compose himself, but every time he looks over at her he starts to laugh again. Taking a drink to calm himself down, he shakes his head slowly. "You are something else, you know that?" he grins. "I think you should stick with what you know for now...though I give you points for trying. Heh." He is quiet as she gives her order to the waiter, then as she brings up the whole eye thing again, he blushes visibly, something he never thought he'd do in front of anyone. Well, there goes his whole manly rep. If he had one in the first place. ;) "Heh, thanks. It took me a bit to get used to them, but I guess I have. Most of the time I just freak people out...y'know, with this whole 'looking like I just got out of a nuclear reaction glowing thing'..." He raises a hand and moves it slightly in the air, leaving behind a very slight trail behind it. "But your eyes? Heh...I think they're pretty. They match your hair very well..." He doesn't know! It was the first thing to pop into his head, give him a break XD
"But it looked /cooler/ the other way." Averillix gives a sigh, a huge mock one, and she straightens the hat, pulling it over her face and starting to pout some. Hee. She liked being able to make Brendan laugh. She'd done it alot, the times she'd seen him at Central Park, and what with the whole Brendan + humans = bad thing... She whines softly. "And so now, my hair clashes with my eyes, and nothing looks good on me." She doesn't mean it, obviously, but, as she sits up back straight, she looks away. Her eyes are lighter green - the only telltale sign of her blushing, since her skin's too dark for the blood to show. "But thanks. I think it is coming from the work I have been doing, with plants." And, to prove it, she points to one of the plants across the room, one of the dying but not dead ones. The edges of the leaves (and her eyes) start to glow a faint green color, and, instantly, it starts to healing. "See?"
Brendan chuckles, "Hey, if I somehow offended you or anything, I'm sorry...I've never been good at this whole 'complimenting girls' thing...you should know that, heh..." he jokes in return. "And hey, I've never seen anyone wear a hat over their face, so maybe you can start a new trend, eh? Whatta ya think?" He grins. "Personally, I think you're doing the world a big disservice though by hiding your face." Aww, isn't that sweet? ;) "There are way too many ugly people out there who should be doing that...definitely not you." His interest is then caught by Ave demonstrating her abilites, and he watches intently as her eyes begin to glow. As he plant begins to heal itself, he smiles. "Wow...so I bet you're a gardener's best friend, eh? That's still just as cool every time I see it, honestly. Heh..." He finishes his drink, pushing his glass to the side as his eyes return to Ave. "Wanna see what I can do now?" he asks, cryptically, his voice lowering...he's got a very eerie air about him at the moment.
There. Now he'd gone and done it. Giggling, blushing, and with eyes turning pale as she looks away from the plant, Averillix cocks a brow at Brendan. "Do you know what I think? You are lying about the complimenting girls thing." Probably shouldn't mess with the plants any much more though, she figures, and she leans back against her chair, peering up at Brendan with a quizzical glance. She tilts her head to one side, taking off the hat and placing it on the table before she finally nods. "Sure...?"
Brendan figures that he'll keep it relatively simple, and not do anything to harm anyone...he'll simply go back to playing pranks, like he always used to do. "Check this out..." he replies softly, turning his eyes toward a nearby table with a couple chatting patrons seated at it. Not rising from his chair, Brendan's form begins to slowly fade to a translucent blue for a few moments, the dim glow increasing...and then, he is gone. After a few moments' silence, Ave can hear 'what the hell?' from one of the patrons at the table. If she looks, she can see that all the cups and utensils and whatnot on the table are slowing sliding in a circle around the circumference of the table, right on the edge. They make a few rounds, before slowly coming to a stop once again. There is another few moments of silence, before the patron seated to the left begins to slowly slide backwards in his chair, the chair moving across the floor while the bewildered patron looks around wildly for the cause of the disturbance....eventually, the chair goes right out the door and into the alleyway, complete with patron still sitting in it...then the door slams shut XD A few minutes later, Brendan reappears in his chair, hardly a hair mussed on his head, as if nothing had happened....though there is a huge grin on his face.
Averillix blinks, several times at the disappearance, and she tilts her head before she watches the scene, silently. Her eyes widen, greatly, and she watches the scene with more and more incredulity. Did that just... And... The man going to the alley is the piece de resistance; when Brendan appears, she doesn't seem to notice; she's still just staaaaring.
By now, the bewildered guy in the alley has gotten up and opened the door again, stepping back inside and looking around the room for whoever might have done that. In a room full of mutants, it's hard telling, really....which is why Brendan did it. ;) Needless to say, the guy isn't happy, and he stalks back over to his table. "Who the hell is the smartass who just did that?" The guy growls, glaring again at whoever looks his way. Brendan simply laughs, half at what he had done, and half at Ave's slackjawed reaction. "What?" he asks her, his expression amusingly innocent. He thinks of something..."Oh yeah, by the way...I sometimes go by the name 'Poltergeist'." He grins, and winks. "But only to close friends and companions." By now, the guy notices Brendan laughing, and he makes his way over to him. "Hey, you...what, you think that's -funny- or something?" he smirks. "Well does it look like I'm laughin, a**shole?" Brendan's grin hardly changes...except to dissolve into an amused smirk instead. "Excuse me sir, but I'm with a lady here, so could you please go and sit down?" He snickers at his own joke, grinning at Ave.
Averillix jumps lightly, hearing Brendan next to her again, and she turns, making a face at him. "Do not scare me like that. Ghost boy," she adds, teasingly. She slaps (gently!) the cap back on top of his head, pulling the bill down over his eyes; as the former victim stalks over, though, Averillix turns to the man and, lidding those pretty green eyes of hers slightly, letting the color darken, she sighs. "American men are so rude. None of them seem to have respect for me." She pouts lightly; yes, Avey'd learned that she was moderately pretty, and, when in trouble, had been learning how to use that to her advantage. "It is because I am French, is it not..."
The guy looks at Ave for a few moments, just staring at her...her tactics don't seem to be working too well though, probably just because the guy is an ass. "Yeah, whatever, honey...why don't you go back to your stupid country and eat some fries or something...leave us honest Americans alone." Brendan raises his eyebrows at that, his eyes flickering for a few moments, that somewhat scary smirk crossing his face...oooh, you don't wanna piss him off, believe me...as the guy will soon find out. It's one thing to taunt him, but taunt his friends and that's it. "Sir, I'm going to ask you again, just as kindly as before...please go sit down, and leave us be. Your insult to my friend was -not- necessary, you rotten pig-ass racist bastard..." His voice is icy and yet still calm. He gives Ave a look, "Would you like to get outta here, Ave? Obviously a few select occupants of this place don't seem to appreciate our presence." He stands up, and goes over to pull Ave's chair out for her. At that point, the guy swings a fist at him...
Ouch. Averillix's eyes turn pure white then, obviously a bit more hurt by those words that she hadn't been expecting. Looking up to Brendan as she asks his question, she gives a faint nod, standing and, quick as she can, getting the hell out of the way, stepping outside the door of the cafe and leaning against the outside wall.
Brendan's smirk never leaves his face, his back still turned as the guy swings his fist at him. Almost looking bored with the whole thing, Brendan's form quickly flickers and fades out, his form turning that translucent blue shade again. The guy's fist flies right through him, and he stumbles forward...it was as if he had swung at air. Reforming quickly, Brendan grabs the guy by the back of his hair and yanks him upwards so that he can whisper near his ear..."Mistake number one..." he replies..."You were born without a sense of humor." He then slams the guy downwards so that his head hits the table, knocking him silly. Brendan then yanks him up again, the guys' eyes all googly..."Mistake number two...you insulted my best friend for no apparent reason..." He slams him down again with a loud thud...then pulls him back up. "And mistake number three...you threw the first punch." His arm turning translucent, it goes through the middle of the guy as Brendan punches him, then reforms as he pulls it back out...needless to say, the guy screams rather loudly as the sound of cracking ribs is heard. ;) Eventually, Brendan lets the guy go, and he falls to the flood in a whimpering heap. As a couple patrons scramble around, shouting 'someone call an ambulance!', Brendan nonchalantly straightens his hat, then walks toward the door. "Check, please..." he calls out to the waiter, before stepping outside to where Ave is. "Ave? You out here?" he asks, his tone sympathetic...he doesn't even remember that Sabella has been standing there and watching this whole thing...as he goes outside, she begins to follow, not looking too happy.
Sabella notices the look for help and chuckles softly glancing up towards Averillix. "Hello darling. Since Brendan here hasn't yet seen fit to introduce us, I'm Sabella. Why don't you have a seat?" She gestures to the empty seat next to Brendan before leaning back in her chair and taking a long pull from her glass, letting Brendan babble his questions out. Hey! This make cute girl with green hair number two that Sabella knows of. The hand ringing and such seems to amuse Bella to no end, though she doesn't say anything about it, simply letting the two talk and catch up.
Brendan seems to have gotten shy as well as he peers at Ave, doing a bit of nervous drumming on the table with his hands as she speaks. He thinks about her question for a moment...of course he remembers, she was basically the only good friend that he had at the time. He nods his head, "Yes, I remember. I don't remember if I ever really said congratulations...heh. A lot of things have happened in a short period of time, and I'm sure I've left behind more than a few loose ends." He offers a shy smile to Ave, hoping that she takes the offered seat. "Oh yeah, sorry bout that. Like she said, this is Sabella..." he nods towards here. "She's sorta a...er...teacher...of mine. Where I now go to, er...school." Yeah, that's it. One supposes it is a school of sorts, right? ;) "Anyway, you, er...you look great still! How's life been for you?" He looks to Sabella again, as if asking how he's doing so far, before looking back to Ave.
Averillix smiles to Sabella, a little more comfortably when it's noted that she's his -teacher-. Not his girlfriend. C'est tres bien! "I am Averillix Montague. It is nice to meet you." Yep, and still with the same broken-ish English. She pulls out the seat for herself (Bad Brendan!), and, placing her hands first on the table, and then on her lap, she peers at him, silent for a moment, and then she grins again. "I am so glad for you, though, that you now have a school-home. Are you in the graduate school?" Yes, she had chosen to opt out of the whole college deal, and she only belatedly answers his questions. "But, I am doing good. I am a gardener and botanist at the Xavier's. The plants there talk A /lot/."
Sabella presses her forefinger and thumb to the bridge of her nose and shakes her head. "Do you think perhaps we could go with mentor, or 'you're insperation' rather than teacher? It makes me sound so old and ... old." And she hates feeling her age. The lie about him going to a school earns a sad shake of the head before she pauses, one ear twitching at the mention of Xavier's. She shoots Brendan a glance that says very simple for him to tread carefully. "Xavier's? Have you been there for long?" Sabella asks, suddenly, though politely intruding on the conversation.
Brendan would have pulled the seat out for Ave, but he was too preoccupied with being totally nervous. After she sits, he blinks and realizes what he should have done...and he apologizes. "Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't even...gah, I'm an idiot..." he chuckles, shaking his head slowly. "But, um...yeah. Yeah, it's sorta like a school-home, I suppose. It's sorta hard to describe exactly what it is, so we'll just stick with that." He catches Sabella's glance, and he does realize that he has to be very careful about what he says, and he is trying. "Yeah, it's keeping me busy though, that's for sure. And I've been learning a lot lately." He nods his head slowly as she explains where she is presently working now, looking to Sabella a moment for her reaction. As she asks Ave a question, he adds in a..."So can I get you something to drink, Ave?" He offers a smile, the whole situation making him feel light-headed. "It's -really- nice to see you again...I figured we'd lose touch for good after I left the Park..."
Averillix laughs at Sabella's words, and she shakes her head lightly, though she's still looking at Brendan - his profile at least. "Our teachers there are sometimes very stuffy, and very boring. Like Professor Summers. The older one," she adds, making a face. Her eyes turn back to their normal level of green, and she finally looks to Sabella, wiggling her hand. "Maybe... a year and a half? I went there, half of one year, for school." Brendan's question only gets a sidelong look, and she grins. "If you are to be letting me -pay- for it, then yes" Shifting again; wow, this socializing with people was hard, sometimes. "But it makes very, very happy to see you again, too."
Sabella chokes on her coffee at the mention of 'Professor Summers being stuffy and boring'. And she really can't fight the grin so she tires to hide in behind her cup, murmuring something to herself about a bedroom and an animal but it's all very jumbled. "Oooh, then perhaps you know my son?" she asks with an arched brow. "He's generally with either Jean or Scott. Nate? He's still a baby so I'm pretty sure you'd know him if you've seen him." She states and smiles sweetly, hoping the knock the girl off her gaurd. And besides, she needs to draw the conversation away from the island in general.
Brendan grins at the 'teachers are boring' comment, and he nods his head in agreement. "Oh yeah. I know from my experience in high school that teachers aren't exactly the most entertaining species on the planet, heh..." He reaches up to take his hat off for a moment, rubbing a hand over his head before replacing the cap. "And I've heard the name Summers before..." he replies cryptically, but he leaves it at that. At her mention of paying for her drink, he laughs, shaking his head, "Oh, no, no, please...it's on me. Really. I haven't seen you in awhile, so it's the least I can do. It -is- really nice to see you again..." Apparently he can't seem to stress that enough. ;) He offers a smile to Ave, then falls silent as Sabella attempts to draw the attention away from the island by asking about her son. He lets her answer, simply sipping his drink and watching the two quietly.
Fwoosh. If she's quick enough, Averillix'll take the hat from Brendan, off his head and onto her own. She pulls the bill down over her eyes, and she peers up at Brendan from underneath it, her own eyes shining some. "No. I will pay for it." She giggles, the green glow darkening, and she continues her stupid teacher rant. "Scott is a - father?" She turns her head, quickly, to Sabella, taking her hands off the hat and tilting her head. "Uhm... No? I do not think so? I have not seen any babies at the house..."
Sabella watches the girlish way that Averi flirts and smiles to herself, sending Brendan another look. This one says 'she's cute, don't mess up'. "That he is, and Jean is a mother. Nate is our son. It's a long copmlicated story that involves me giving birth to Nate but he's actually, genetically Jean's. Like I said, complicated." She pushes back her chair and rises. "Well, I'm going to head over to that booth over there and talk to someone I just noticed was here. Brendan, I'll keep an ear out for you, just let me know when you're ready to go." And by keep an ear out she means that she'll be listening to every word he says and he'd best not stick his foot in his mouth or blab anything about the island. "I'll be over there. It was a pleasure to meet you darling."
Brendan heys! as Ave manages to steal his hat before he puts it back on his head, and he laughs, making a halfhearted grab for it to try and take it back, to no avail. "Oh, you think you're slick, do you...?" he smirks playfully. "Well fine, keep the hat. I have others anyway..." he teases. He's not too good at the whole flirting thing, either, but he gets points for trying. ;) He watches as Ave talks to Sab for a bit, smiling to himself. Finally, after Sab takes her leave, Brendan takes another sip of his drink. "Y'know, you probably look better in that hat than I do, anyway..." he replies, with a shrug. One might notice a couple of things about him that weren't there the last time he was here...for one, he seems to be a bit more reserved and cautious than he used to be...and another thing is of course, the spooky, ethereal blue glow that presently surrounds him. The light is still dim, yet it is noticeable if one is close. "So, um...Ave..." he attempts to think of what to say next...
"I do not think so; I just am sneaky." Her smile is wide, beaming, showing off the perfect pearl whites as she places her hands atop her head. Averillix, too, watches as Sabitha stands, and she gives a light little nod. Her eyes are slowly turning a paler green, a sign of obvious confusion at the woman's words, though she does turn back to Brendan. "I do not think I want to think about my teacher making babies," she says, almost snickering. Though, now that a little less pressure is gone, what with his teacher/mentor/whatnot gone, she relaxes some, letting a hand off the hat. "Really, I can? And no," she adds, blushing some, "I do not think that I do. It is a -boy- hat." As he stumbles though, she peers up at his eyes, like they're some kind of newfangled fishbowl. "Your eyes are different," she observes, her own eyecolor darkening, glowing more under the hat.
Brendan definitely notices when Ave smiles, just something else about her that he seems to really like. Who knows, maybe not seeing his friend for so long has made him view her in a different light...before, she was just a girl who liked to hang out in the Park and talk to trees...and now, there was something else. He can't figure out what exactly, though. He laughs softly, "Yeah, teachers shouldn't be allowed to breed...we don't need more boring people in the world," he jokes. "Plus it's just damn creepy to think about, too...haha..." He rubs a hand over his head again...a habit, it seems...and he nods his head at her question. "Heh...yeah, sure. Go ahead and keep it...maybe it can be a new look for you." He grins. "And so what if it's a boy hat? You still look good in it..." he laughs. "I wouldn't lie." He calls a waiter over, "Hey, man, can you get the lady here whatever she wants?" He glances to Ave again as she mentions his eyes, and he glances down, biting his lip a moment. "Er, yeeeah. So you noticed, huh?" he replies softly. "It's sorta, um...something to do with my, eh...abilities...or something. I just woke up one morning and was like 'whoa.'." He shrugs.
Averillix has always viewed Brendan a little different, but hey! She wasn't going to tell. Not with... well, that could be resolved. She twists the hat, putting it to one side, and pulls it down over her eye. "And a new accent, too, to go with it. Yo yo, G-unit." She tries to Brooklyn-ize her French accent, the result sounding rather silly indeed. "Or maybe, no." She giggles, looking over to the waiter. "Uhm... I want a root beer. Please," she adds, grinning some. Then she turns back to Brendan, peering at his eyes again. "What, do you not like them? I think they look very nice." Gawk, gawk, gawk. She'd always wondered why people were stupid and did it to hers, but look at the pot calling the kettle black. "Mine are changed in color, too, but I do not like it. I miss my silver eyes," she laments, sighing softly.
Averillix then leans back, tilting her head. "So, is it going to be a very long time, before I see you next again?"
Brendan sits there and watches with much amusement on his face as Ave twists the hat around and does her Brooklynite impression. He raises his eyebrows for a moment, then cannot help but bust out laughing. That was probably the funniest thing he's ever seen. ;) It takes him a few moments to compose himself, but every time he looks over at her he starts to laugh again. Taking a drink to calm himself down, he shakes his head slowly. "You are something else, you know that?" he grins. "I think you should stick with what you know for now...though I give you points for trying. Heh." He is quiet as she gives her order to the waiter, then as she brings up the whole eye thing again, he blushes visibly, something he never thought he'd do in front of anyone. Well, there goes his whole manly rep. If he had one in the first place. ;) "Heh, thanks. It took me a bit to get used to them, but I guess I have. Most of the time I just freak people out...y'know, with this whole 'looking like I just got out of a nuclear reaction glowing thing'..." He raises a hand and moves it slightly in the air, leaving behind a very slight trail behind it. "But your eyes? Heh...I think they're pretty. They match your hair very well..." He doesn't know! It was the first thing to pop into his head, give him a break XD
"But it looked /cooler/ the other way." Averillix gives a sigh, a huge mock one, and she straightens the hat, pulling it over her face and starting to pout some. Hee. She liked being able to make Brendan laugh. She'd done it alot, the times she'd seen him at Central Park, and what with the whole Brendan + humans = bad thing... She whines softly. "And so now, my hair clashes with my eyes, and nothing looks good on me." She doesn't mean it, obviously, but, as she sits up back straight, she looks away. Her eyes are lighter green - the only telltale sign of her blushing, since her skin's too dark for the blood to show. "But thanks. I think it is coming from the work I have been doing, with plants." And, to prove it, she points to one of the plants across the room, one of the dying but not dead ones. The edges of the leaves (and her eyes) start to glow a faint green color, and, instantly, it starts to healing. "See?"
Brendan chuckles, "Hey, if I somehow offended you or anything, I'm sorry...I've never been good at this whole 'complimenting girls' thing...you should know that, heh..." he jokes in return. "And hey, I've never seen anyone wear a hat over their face, so maybe you can start a new trend, eh? Whatta ya think?" He grins. "Personally, I think you're doing the world a big disservice though by hiding your face." Aww, isn't that sweet? ;) "There are way too many ugly people out there who should be doing that...definitely not you." His interest is then caught by Ave demonstrating her abilites, and he watches intently as her eyes begin to glow. As he plant begins to heal itself, he smiles. "Wow...so I bet you're a gardener's best friend, eh? That's still just as cool every time I see it, honestly. Heh..." He finishes his drink, pushing his glass to the side as his eyes return to Ave. "Wanna see what I can do now?" he asks, cryptically, his voice lowering...he's got a very eerie air about him at the moment.
There. Now he'd gone and done it. Giggling, blushing, and with eyes turning pale as she looks away from the plant, Averillix cocks a brow at Brendan. "Do you know what I think? You are lying about the complimenting girls thing." Probably shouldn't mess with the plants any much more though, she figures, and she leans back against her chair, peering up at Brendan with a quizzical glance. She tilts her head to one side, taking off the hat and placing it on the table before she finally nods. "Sure...?"
Brendan figures that he'll keep it relatively simple, and not do anything to harm anyone...he'll simply go back to playing pranks, like he always used to do. "Check this out..." he replies softly, turning his eyes toward a nearby table with a couple chatting patrons seated at it. Not rising from his chair, Brendan's form begins to slowly fade to a translucent blue for a few moments, the dim glow increasing...and then, he is gone. After a few moments' silence, Ave can hear 'what the hell?' from one of the patrons at the table. If she looks, she can see that all the cups and utensils and whatnot on the table are slowing sliding in a circle around the circumference of the table, right on the edge. They make a few rounds, before slowly coming to a stop once again. There is another few moments of silence, before the patron seated to the left begins to slowly slide backwards in his chair, the chair moving across the floor while the bewildered patron looks around wildly for the cause of the disturbance....eventually, the chair goes right out the door and into the alleyway, complete with patron still sitting in it...then the door slams shut XD A few minutes later, Brendan reappears in his chair, hardly a hair mussed on his head, as if nothing had happened....though there is a huge grin on his face.
Averillix blinks, several times at the disappearance, and she tilts her head before she watches the scene, silently. Her eyes widen, greatly, and she watches the scene with more and more incredulity. Did that just... And... The man going to the alley is the piece de resistance; when Brendan appears, she doesn't seem to notice; she's still just staaaaring.
By now, the bewildered guy in the alley has gotten up and opened the door again, stepping back inside and looking around the room for whoever might have done that. In a room full of mutants, it's hard telling, really....which is why Brendan did it. ;) Needless to say, the guy isn't happy, and he stalks back over to his table. "Who the hell is the smartass who just did that?" The guy growls, glaring again at whoever looks his way. Brendan simply laughs, half at what he had done, and half at Ave's slackjawed reaction. "What?" he asks her, his expression amusingly innocent. He thinks of something..."Oh yeah, by the way...I sometimes go by the name 'Poltergeist'." He grins, and winks. "But only to close friends and companions." By now, the guy notices Brendan laughing, and he makes his way over to him. "Hey, you...what, you think that's -funny- or something?" he smirks. "Well does it look like I'm laughin, a**shole?" Brendan's grin hardly changes...except to dissolve into an amused smirk instead. "Excuse me sir, but I'm with a lady here, so could you please go and sit down?" He snickers at his own joke, grinning at Ave.
Averillix jumps lightly, hearing Brendan next to her again, and she turns, making a face at him. "Do not scare me like that. Ghost boy," she adds, teasingly. She slaps (gently!) the cap back on top of his head, pulling the bill down over his eyes; as the former victim stalks over, though, Averillix turns to the man and, lidding those pretty green eyes of hers slightly, letting the color darken, she sighs. "American men are so rude. None of them seem to have respect for me." She pouts lightly; yes, Avey'd learned that she was moderately pretty, and, when in trouble, had been learning how to use that to her advantage. "It is because I am French, is it not..."
The guy looks at Ave for a few moments, just staring at her...her tactics don't seem to be working too well though, probably just because the guy is an ass. "Yeah, whatever, honey...why don't you go back to your stupid country and eat some fries or something...leave us honest Americans alone." Brendan raises his eyebrows at that, his eyes flickering for a few moments, that somewhat scary smirk crossing his face...oooh, you don't wanna piss him off, believe me...as the guy will soon find out. It's one thing to taunt him, but taunt his friends and that's it. "Sir, I'm going to ask you again, just as kindly as before...please go sit down, and leave us be. Your insult to my friend was -not- necessary, you rotten pig-ass racist bastard..." His voice is icy and yet still calm. He gives Ave a look, "Would you like to get outta here, Ave? Obviously a few select occupants of this place don't seem to appreciate our presence." He stands up, and goes over to pull Ave's chair out for her. At that point, the guy swings a fist at him...
Ouch. Averillix's eyes turn pure white then, obviously a bit more hurt by those words that she hadn't been expecting. Looking up to Brendan as she asks his question, she gives a faint nod, standing and, quick as she can, getting the hell out of the way, stepping outside the door of the cafe and leaning against the outside wall.
Brendan's smirk never leaves his face, his back still turned as the guy swings his fist at him. Almost looking bored with the whole thing, Brendan's form quickly flickers and fades out, his form turning that translucent blue shade again. The guy's fist flies right through him, and he stumbles forward...it was as if he had swung at air. Reforming quickly, Brendan grabs the guy by the back of his hair and yanks him upwards so that he can whisper near his ear..."Mistake number one..." he replies..."You were born without a sense of humor." He then slams the guy downwards so that his head hits the table, knocking him silly. Brendan then yanks him up again, the guys' eyes all googly..."Mistake number two...you insulted my best friend for no apparent reason..." He slams him down again with a loud thud...then pulls him back up. "And mistake number three...you threw the first punch." His arm turning translucent, it goes through the middle of the guy as Brendan punches him, then reforms as he pulls it back out...needless to say, the guy screams rather loudly as the sound of cracking ribs is heard. ;) Eventually, Brendan lets the guy go, and he falls to the flood in a whimpering heap. As a couple patrons scramble around, shouting 'someone call an ambulance!', Brendan nonchalantly straightens his hat, then walks toward the door. "Check, please..." he calls out to the waiter, before stepping outside to where Ave is. "Ave? You out here?" he asks, his tone sympathetic...he doesn't even remember that Sabella has been standing there and watching this whole thing...as he goes outside, she begins to follow, not looking too happy.