Layla stood casually, hands in her pockets and greeted the people with a smile. It was for the better that they all assumed she was just an ordinary girl. The woman, whom Layla very found fascinating, looked at her, an eyebrow arched. She did not seem the least pleased about her presence. Layla, on the other hand, was more than pleased with the company.
She had been looking for them. There was a... a situation, and it was something she needed to take care of.
If Rowena had been a dog, her hair would have bristled. As it was, she limited herself to a glare and a flash of teeth. "Miss Miller," she said, managing not to growl.
The immortal had lived through things that would have driven a lesser person mad (and many would gladly argue as to the state of her sanity), and she had some very well developed instincts.
Every last one of them told her that Layla was trouble.
She was well aware of the girl, though finding things about her was almost impossibly difficult. She put Rowena in mind of an old T.S. Elliot poem about a cat who was never to be found when bad things happened. But somehow, this girl was at the center of so many events.
Rowena was oddly protective of her adoptive home in Mutant Town. She understood all to well being different and hated for it. And she didn't like things that could cause more trouble for Mutant Town.
Though she kept her appearance unfazed by Rowena's reaction Layla Miller couldn't help but be very, very annoyed. The ability to cloak ones feelings and thoughts was one she would prefer to keep exclusively for herself, and the fact that Rowena was just as good as her at this - if not better - was... well, annoying.
However, she was there for a reason. The teen pushed some of her blond hair away from her face and began probing for information.
"So, what's- what's going on here?" she asked slowly, looking around. It truly wasn't every day she saw both the immortal and Captain America together.
The reaction she received didn't shock her at all. She was quite used to it, much thanks to Rictor; Looks of skepticism and, she was certain, thoughts of "Shouldn't I be asking you that very question?". Had it been Rictor, though, the thoughts would have been very much voiced. Loudly.
Silently, she hoped she would get an answer anyway.
"Just the monthly alien invasion," Rowena said sweetly, stepping right around Captain America. Ignoring him, in fact. "Shouldn't you be tending the home fires, Miss Miller? I'm sure you're needed somewhere else."
Somewhere far away from my grandchildren and me.
Cap took a step back, his eyes switching from the blonde to the brunette. There was far more here than meets the eye, and he had the impression that he wanted as little to do with it as possible.
Santo had been wandering around for a while, feeling a little frustrated that he'd missed all the fighting. There were people milling everywhere and the only familiar face he could make out was Captain America. He wasn't sure what to do though; approaching the superhero was like going up to the president: more than a little intimidating.
Besides, he was talking, and Santo didn't want to interrupt..
Oh, wait. There was Cleo and her grandmother, who both looked pretty pissed, as well as the chesty-flamey guy from the hospital. Also pissed. Suddenly, to Santo, Captain America didn't look as intimidating.
He edged up behind Cleo as Cap, the grandma, and a young blonde girl exchanged words.
"Hey, I got lost and missed the action. What happened? Who's the kid?"
“I dunno,” Cleo said with a small shrug, eyeing the trio as they talked. “I’d say ‘innocent bystander’, but…” she trailed off, shrugging again.
Layla Miller. Jono supplied, his ‘voice’ slow and strained. She works for Madrox. He didn’t add that he’d spotted her around Mutant Town Radio and a few other places that someone like her shouldn’t be. And there were the rumors. But there were always rumors.
Santo listened quietly as he watched the conflict play out. "So um.. she's a bad guy? I like beating up bad guys but I dunno what I could do against a little girl. Does she have powers?"
Something you'll learn, Jono said, feeling very old as he looked up at Santo, is that things are a lot more complicated than you'd think. Hell, Magneto was a teacher at Xavier's for a while, and Frost used to be a villian.
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Layla stood casually, hands in her pockets and greeted the people with a smile. It was for the better that they all assumed she was just an ordinary girl. The woman, whom Layla very found fascinating, looked at her, an eyebrow arched. She did not seem the least pleased about her presence. Layla, on the other hand, was more than pleased with the company.
She had been looking for them. There was a... a situation, and it was something she needed to take care of.
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The immortal had lived through things that would have driven a lesser person mad (and many would gladly argue as to the state of her sanity), and she had some very well developed instincts.
Every last one of them told her that Layla was trouble.
She was well aware of the girl, though finding things about her was almost impossibly difficult. She put Rowena in mind of an old T.S. Elliot poem about a cat who was never to be found when bad things happened. But somehow, this girl was at the center of so many events.
Rowena was oddly protective of her adoptive home in Mutant Town. She understood all to well being different and hated for it. And she didn't like things that could cause more trouble for Mutant Town.
And she really hated mysteries.
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However, she was there for a reason. The teen pushed some of her blond hair away from her face and began probing for information.
"So, what's- what's going on here?" she asked slowly, looking around. It truly wasn't every day she saw both the immortal and Captain America together.
The reaction she received didn't shock her at all. She was quite used to it, much thanks to Rictor; Looks of skepticism and, she was certain, thoughts of "Shouldn't I be asking you that very question?". Had it been Rictor, though, the thoughts would have been very much voiced. Loudly.
Silently, she hoped she would get an answer anyway.
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Somewhere far away from my grandchildren and me.
Cap took a step back, his eyes switching from the blonde to the brunette. There was far more here than meets the eye, and he had the impression that he wanted as little to do with it as possible.
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Besides, he was talking, and Santo didn't want to interrupt..
Oh, wait. There was Cleo and her grandmother, who both looked pretty pissed, as well as the chesty-flamey guy from the hospital. Also pissed. Suddenly, to Santo, Captain America didn't look as intimidating.
He edged up behind Cleo as Cap, the grandma, and a young blonde girl exchanged words.
"Hey, I got lost and missed the action. What happened? Who's the kid?"
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Layla Miller. Jono supplied, his ‘voice’ slow and strained. She works for Madrox. He didn’t add that he’d spotted her around Mutant Town Radio and a few other places that someone like her shouldn’t be. And there were the rumors. But there were always rumors.
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