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@not-so-dead-red-phoenix
[ NOT SO DEAD. LOADING FILE.. ]
[ "do I have to do this?.. ]
Full name: Jason Peter Todd [ "no, I'm not adding the Wayne part. It's not even on my death certificate." ]
Age: 18 [ "yay. that was sarcasm." ]
Alias(es): ERROR, Phoenix, Red Phoenix [ "I couldn't decide.. why do I need one again?" ]
Location: [ "try find me bitch." ]
Origins: [ "..." ]
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
"I'm sorry you just—" she exhaled softly "you looked like you were trying to comfort yourself. I thought I could help."
Jason blinks, not sure what to say. He.. was he supposes, it's just something that he didn't really think about. The touch is nice but.. he feels like he's just waiting for it too be taken away or turn into pain. He of course doesn't say any of this and shuts his mouth.
"I promise you I won't hurt you, if you allow me to comfort you" she replied gently, seemingly knowing exactly what he was worried about
He pauses at that, not sure how exactly she knew what he was thinking almost. Jason doesn't know what 'allow me to comfort you' means, turning his head away in almost shame.
"I'll only hug you, or touch you any more if you want me to. And you tell me." She explained gently
"Right.."
He mumbles, not sure what to say. God, he's bad at this. Jason isn't really used to.. asking for that stuff, too used to being told no and he doesn't even know this woman's name he realises so he shouldn't cross any boundaries.
"It's Phoenix, by the way. Or Jean, I'm not very secretive" she hummed, shrugging her shoulders
"Right.. I'm Red Phoenix.. at least my code name or whatever."
He mumbles, finding it a bit funny honestly that they have the same name. Jason does find it suspicious that she just.. told him her name just after he was thinking about it but brushes that aside.
she breathes out a laugh
"what a coincidence"
"Mhm.. you probably fit the name better."
"What makes you think that?"
"Hm.. you have red hair."
He shrugs. Probably not the best reason but he just felt like it.
Jean laughs gently
"it's not the reason I chose the name phoenix"
"Then... why did you choose it?"
"Rebirth… and a cosmic entity"
"Oh.. definitely makes more sense then mine."
He mumbles. His reason is mainly because of the whole glowing fire swords attached to his soul thing, not that Jean would know that.
"Really?" She tilted her head
"Yeah.."
Is all he offers, not saying anything else. At least, not out loud.
"Hm" she hummed
Jason would glance to the side, not knowing what to say. That really does remind him of a certain someone.
"Well, I look forward to working with you, Red Phoenix"
She smiled softly
"I.. Me too."
He mumbled, glancing back at the hand on his shoulder.
She gently squeezed his shoulder before removing her hand
"Uh.. I'm sure you're busy so I'll.. go now."
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
"I'm sorry you just—" she exhaled softly "you looked like you were trying to comfort yourself. I thought I could help."
Jason blinks, not sure what to say. He.. was he supposes, it's just something that he didn't really think about. The touch is nice but.. he feels like he's just waiting for it too be taken away or turn into pain. He of course doesn't say any of this and shuts his mouth.
"I promise you I won't hurt you, if you allow me to comfort you" she replied gently, seemingly knowing exactly what he was worried about
He pauses at that, not sure how exactly she knew what he was thinking almost. Jason doesn't know what 'allow me to comfort you' means, turning his head away in almost shame.
"I'll only hug you, or touch you any more if you want me to. And you tell me." She explained gently
"Right.."
He mumbles, not sure what to say. God, he's bad at this. Jason isn't really used to.. asking for that stuff, too used to being told no and he doesn't even know this woman's name he realises so he shouldn't cross any boundaries.
"It's Phoenix, by the way. Or Jean, I'm not very secretive" she hummed, shrugging her shoulders
"Right.. I'm Red Phoenix.. at least my code name or whatever."
He mumbles, finding it a bit funny honestly that they have the same name. Jason does find it suspicious that she just.. told him her name just after he was thinking about it but brushes that aside.
she breathes out a laugh
"what a coincidence"
"Mhm.. you probably fit the name better."
"What makes you think that?"
"Hm.. you have red hair."
He shrugs. Probably not the best reason but he just felt like it.
Jean laughs gently
"it's not the reason I chose the name phoenix"
"Then... why did you choose it?"
"Rebirth… and a cosmic entity"
"Oh.. definitely makes more sense then mine."
He mumbles. His reason is mainly because of the whole glowing fire swords attached to his soul thing, not that Jean would know that.
"Really?" She tilted her head
"Yeah.."
Is all he offers, not saying anything else. At least, not out loud.
"Hm" she hummed
Jason would glance to the side, not knowing what to say. That really does remind him of a certain someone.
"Well, I look forward to working with you, Red Phoenix"
She smiled softly
"I.. Me too."
He mumbled, glancing back at the hand on his shoulder.
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
"I'm sorry you just—" she exhaled softly "you looked like you were trying to comfort yourself. I thought I could help."
Jason blinks, not sure what to say. He.. was he supposes, it's just something that he didn't really think about. The touch is nice but.. he feels like he's just waiting for it too be taken away or turn into pain. He of course doesn't say any of this and shuts his mouth.
"I promise you I won't hurt you, if you allow me to comfort you" she replied gently, seemingly knowing exactly what he was worried about
He pauses at that, not sure how exactly she knew what he was thinking almost. Jason doesn't know what 'allow me to comfort you' means, turning his head away in almost shame.
"I'll only hug you, or touch you any more if you want me to. And you tell me." She explained gently
"Right.."
He mumbles, not sure what to say. God, he's bad at this. Jason isn't really used to.. asking for that stuff, too used to being told no and he doesn't even know this woman's name he realises so he shouldn't cross any boundaries.
"It's Phoenix, by the way. Or Jean, I'm not very secretive" she hummed, shrugging her shoulders
"Right.. I'm Red Phoenix.. at least my code name or whatever."
He mumbles, finding it a bit funny honestly that they have the same name. Jason does find it suspicious that she just.. told him her name just after he was thinking about it but brushes that aside.
she breathes out a laugh
"what a coincidence"
"Mhm.. you probably fit the name better."
"What makes you think that?"
"Hm.. you have red hair."
He shrugs. Probably not the best reason but he just felt like it.
Jean laughs gently
"it's not the reason I chose the name phoenix"
"Then... why did you choose it?"
"Rebirth… and a cosmic entity"
"Oh.. definitely makes more sense then mine."
He mumbles. His reason is mainly because of the whole glowing fire swords attached to his soul thing, not that Jean would know that.
"Really?" She tilted her head
"Yeah.."
Is all he offers, not saying anything else. At least, not out loud.
"Hm" she hummed
Jason would glance to the side, not knowing what to say. That really does remind him of a certain someone.
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
"I'm sorry you just—" she exhaled softly "you looked like you were trying to comfort yourself. I thought I could help."
Jason blinks, not sure what to say. He.. was he supposes, it's just something that he didn't really think about. The touch is nice but.. he feels like he's just waiting for it too be taken away or turn into pain. He of course doesn't say any of this and shuts his mouth.
"I promise you I won't hurt you, if you allow me to comfort you" she replied gently, seemingly knowing exactly what he was worried about
He pauses at that, not sure how exactly she knew what he was thinking almost. Jason doesn't know what 'allow me to comfort you' means, turning his head away in almost shame.
"I'll only hug you, or touch you any more if you want me to. And you tell me." She explained gently
"Right.."
He mumbles, not sure what to say. God, he's bad at this. Jason isn't really used to.. asking for that stuff, too used to being told no and he doesn't even know this woman's name he realises so he shouldn't cross any boundaries.
"It's Phoenix, by the way. Or Jean, I'm not very secretive" she hummed, shrugging her shoulders
"Right.. I'm Red Phoenix.. at least my code name or whatever."
He mumbles, finding it a bit funny honestly that they have the same name. Jason does find it suspicious that she just.. told him her name just after he was thinking about it but brushes that aside.
she breathes out a laugh
"what a coincidence"
"Mhm.. you probably fit the name better."
"What makes you think that?"
"Hm.. you have red hair."
He shrugs. Probably not the best reason but he just felt like it.
Jean laughs gently
"it's not the reason I chose the name phoenix"
"Then... why did you choose it?"
"Rebirth… and a cosmic entity"
"Oh.. definitely makes more sense then mine."
He mumbles. His reason is mainly because of the whole glowing fire swords attached to his soul thing, not that Jean would know that.
"Really?" She tilted her head
"Yeah.."
Is all he offers, not saying anything else. At least, not out loud.
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
"I'm sorry you just—" she exhaled softly "you looked like you were trying to comfort yourself. I thought I could help."
Jason blinks, not sure what to say. He.. was he supposes, it's just something that he didn't really think about. The touch is nice but.. he feels like he's just waiting for it too be taken away or turn into pain. He of course doesn't say any of this and shuts his mouth.
"I promise you I won't hurt you, if you allow me to comfort you" she replied gently, seemingly knowing exactly what he was worried about
He pauses at that, not sure how exactly she knew what he was thinking almost. Jason doesn't know what 'allow me to comfort you' means, turning his head away in almost shame.
"I'll only hug you, or touch you any more if you want me to. And you tell me." She explained gently
"Right.."
He mumbles, not sure what to say. God, he's bad at this. Jason isn't really used to.. asking for that stuff, too used to being told no and he doesn't even know this woman's name he realises so he shouldn't cross any boundaries.
"It's Phoenix, by the way. Or Jean, I'm not very secretive" she hummed, shrugging her shoulders
"Right.. I'm Red Phoenix.. at least my code name or whatever."
He mumbles, finding it a bit funny honestly that they have the same name. Jason does find it suspicious that she just.. told him her name just after he was thinking about it but brushes that aside.
she breathes out a laugh
"what a coincidence"
"Mhm.. you probably fit the name better."
"What makes you think that?"
"Hm.. you have red hair."
He shrugs. Probably not the best reason but he just felt like it.
Jean laughs gently
"it's not the reason I chose the name phoenix"
"Then... why did you choose it?"
"Rebirth… and a cosmic entity"
"Oh.. definitely makes more sense then mine."
He mumbles. His reason is mainly because of the whole glowing fire swords attached to his soul thing, not that Jean would know that.
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
"I'm sorry you just—" she exhaled softly "you looked like you were trying to comfort yourself. I thought I could help."
Jason blinks, not sure what to say. He.. was he supposes, it's just something that he didn't really think about. The touch is nice but.. he feels like he's just waiting for it too be taken away or turn into pain. He of course doesn't say any of this and shuts his mouth.
"I promise you I won't hurt you, if you allow me to comfort you" she replied gently, seemingly knowing exactly what he was worried about
He pauses at that, not sure how exactly she knew what he was thinking almost. Jason doesn't know what 'allow me to comfort you' means, turning his head away in almost shame.
"I'll only hug you, or touch you any more if you want me to. And you tell me." She explained gently
"Right.."
He mumbles, not sure what to say. God, he's bad at this. Jason isn't really used to.. asking for that stuff, too used to being told no and he doesn't even know this woman's name he realises so he shouldn't cross any boundaries.
"It's Phoenix, by the way. Or Jean, I'm not very secretive" she hummed, shrugging her shoulders
"Right.. I'm Red Phoenix.. at least my code name or whatever."
He mumbles, finding it a bit funny honestly that they have the same name. Jason does find it suspicious that she just.. told him her name just after he was thinking about it but brushes that aside.
she breathes out a laugh
"what a coincidence"
"Mhm.. you probably fit the name better."
"What makes you think that?"
"Hm.. you have red hair."
He shrugs. Probably not the best reason but he just felt like it.
Jean laughs gently
"it's not the reason I chose the name phoenix"
"Then... why did you choose it?"
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
"I'm sorry you just—" she exhaled softly "you looked like you were trying to comfort yourself. I thought I could help."
Jason blinks, not sure what to say. He.. was he supposes, it's just something that he didn't really think about. The touch is nice but.. he feels like he's just waiting for it too be taken away or turn into pain. He of course doesn't say any of this and shuts his mouth.
"I promise you I won't hurt you, if you allow me to comfort you" she replied gently, seemingly knowing exactly what he was worried about
He pauses at that, not sure how exactly she knew what he was thinking almost. Jason doesn't know what 'allow me to comfort you' means, turning his head away in almost shame.
"I'll only hug you, or touch you any more if you want me to. And you tell me." She explained gently
"Right.."
He mumbles, not sure what to say. God, he's bad at this. Jason isn't really used to.. asking for that stuff, too used to being told no and he doesn't even know this woman's name he realises so he shouldn't cross any boundaries.
"It's Phoenix, by the way. Or Jean, I'm not very secretive" she hummed, shrugging her shoulders
"Right.. I'm Red Phoenix.. at least my code name or whatever."
He mumbles, finding it a bit funny honestly that they have the same name. Jason does find it suspicious that she just.. told him her name just after he was thinking about it but brushes that aside.
she breathes out a laugh
"what a coincidence"
"Mhm.. you probably fit the name better."
"What makes you think that?"
"Hm.. you have red hair."
He shrugs. Probably not the best reason but he just felt like it.
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
"I'm sorry you just—" she exhaled softly "you looked like you were trying to comfort yourself. I thought I could help."
Jason blinks, not sure what to say. He.. was he supposes, it's just something that he didn't really think about. The touch is nice but.. he feels like he's just waiting for it too be taken away or turn into pain. He of course doesn't say any of this and shuts his mouth.
"I promise you I won't hurt you, if you allow me to comfort you" she replied gently, seemingly knowing exactly what he was worried about
He pauses at that, not sure how exactly she knew what he was thinking almost. Jason doesn't know what 'allow me to comfort you' means, turning his head away in almost shame.
"I'll only hug you, or touch you any more if you want me to. And you tell me." She explained gently
"Right.."
He mumbles, not sure what to say. God, he's bad at this. Jason isn't really used to.. asking for that stuff, too used to being told no and he doesn't even know this woman's name he realises so he shouldn't cross any boundaries.
"It's Phoenix, by the way. Or Jean, I'm not very secretive" she hummed, shrugging her shoulders
"Right.. I'm Red Phoenix.. at least my code name or whatever."
He mumbles, finding it a bit funny honestly that they have the same name. Jason does find it suspicious that she just.. told him her name just after he was thinking about it but brushes that aside.
she breathes out a laugh
"what a coincidence"
"Mhm.. you probably fit the name better."
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
"I'm sorry you just—" she exhaled softly "you looked like you were trying to comfort yourself. I thought I could help."
Jason blinks, not sure what to say. He.. was he supposes, it's just something that he didn't really think about. The touch is nice but.. he feels like he's just waiting for it too be taken away or turn into pain. He of course doesn't say any of this and shuts his mouth.
"I promise you I won't hurt you, if you allow me to comfort you" she replied gently, seemingly knowing exactly what he was worried about
He pauses at that, not sure how exactly she knew what he was thinking almost. Jason doesn't know what 'allow me to comfort you' means, turning his head away in almost shame.
"I'll only hug you, or touch you any more if you want me to. And you tell me." She explained gently
"Right.."
He mumbles, not sure what to say. God, he's bad at this. Jason isn't really used to.. asking for that stuff, too used to being told no and he doesn't even know this woman's name he realises so he shouldn't cross any boundaries.
"It's Phoenix, by the way. Or Jean, I'm not very secretive" she hummed, shrugging her shoulders
"Right.. I'm Red Phoenix.. at least my code name or whatever."
He mumbles, finding it a bit funny honestly that they have the same name. Jason does find it suspicious that she just.. told him her name just after he was thinking about it but brushes that aside.
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
"I'm sorry you just—" she exhaled softly "you looked like you were trying to comfort yourself. I thought I could help."
Jason blinks, not sure what to say. He.. was he supposes, it's just something that he didn't really think about. The touch is nice but.. he feels like he's just waiting for it too be taken away or turn into pain. He of course doesn't say any of this and shuts his mouth.
"I promise you I won't hurt you, if you allow me to comfort you" she replied gently, seemingly knowing exactly what he was worried about
He pauses at that, not sure how exactly she knew what he was thinking almost. Jason doesn't know what 'allow me to comfort you' means, turning his head away in almost shame.
"I'll only hug you, or touch you any more if you want me to. And you tell me." She explained gently
"Right.."
He mumbles, not sure what to say. God, he's bad at this. Jason isn't really used to.. asking for that stuff, too used to being told no and he doesn't even know this woman's name he realises so he shouldn't cross any boundaries.
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
"I'm sorry you just—" she exhaled softly "you looked like you were trying to comfort yourself. I thought I could help."
Jason blinks, not sure what to say. He.. was he supposes, it's just something that he didn't really think about. The touch is nice but.. he feels like he's just waiting for it too be taken away or turn into pain. He of course doesn't say any of this and shuts his mouth.
"I promise you I won't hurt you, if you allow me to comfort you" she replied gently, seemingly knowing exactly what he was worried about
He pauses at that, not sure how exactly she knew what he was thinking almost. Jason doesn't know what 'allow me to comfort you' means, turning his head away in almost shame.
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
"I'm sorry you just—" she exhaled softly "you looked like you were trying to comfort yourself. I thought I could help."
Jason blinks, not sure what to say. He.. was he supposes, it's just something that he didn't really think about. The touch is nice but.. he feels like he's just waiting for it too be taken away or turn into pain. He of course doesn't say any of this and shuts his mouth.
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
"it's no problem" she replied warmly.
noticing him hugging himself, she gently brushed her hand over his shoulder. Offering her own touch.
He flinches at the touch but doesn't slap the hand away like last time, cautiously looking between her and the hand on his shoulder, waiting for the touch to be taken away or turn into pain.
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean held out a communicator. "Use this."
Jason takes it, bowing his head a bit in thanks and fiddling with it just to make sure it’s safe.
“Thanks..”
He mumbles, hugging himself a bit.
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
"I have a comm line." She replied, humming
”Hm.. and how can I.. access this comm line?”
Jean slunk through crime alley. Xavier had gotten a tip that there was something shady going on with mutants in the area, and had sent her.
Alone for now, she sighed, weaving through the streets and alleys.
— @cykeandjeanie
Jason was just wandering the streets of Crime Alley when the woman spots him. He was mostly sneaking around and trying to go unseen. In Crime Alley people have better things to worry about so he's successful when he tries.
He's in the Red Hood suit, the red hoodie pulled over his head as well as the mask over his eyes and muzzle on his face. It conceals most of his features however if you look close you can see some white hair underneath.
That's when he spots her he stops in his tracks before hiding behind a wall, watching the woman. He doesn't know or recognise her but she definitely isn't just some civilian. So, he watches.
She notes someone's thoughts, turning to look at the wall he's behind
"hello?"
Jason is caught off guard by her noticing him, on instinct moving to hide back around the wall. How the hell did she see him or.. sense him?
"I'm not going to harm you, I'd just like to know why you're watching me?" She asked, walking around the wall to face Jason
Jason crosses his arms, scanning her a bit. Great, can't get out of this. He's so fucking stupid. He's a bit nervous but tries not to show it, just seeming annoyed.
"Why do you need to know that..? it's a free country or whatever and yer in Crime Alley."
He says, voice modulated by his muzzle.
"I'd like to know if you're an ally to me or not, don't worry, I won't cause you any harm. There's no need to be nervous honey." She replied sweetly.
Jason makes a sound between a growl and sob at that nickname, instantly snapping.
"Don't call me that."
He says, moving a step forward before collecting himself and moving back, thinking over what to say.
"Whatever, I'll just go and get out of your hair."
she raises her hands
"hey… it's alright, calm down" Jean murmured softly. The kid is upset, probably because he's not felt comforted by a parental presence in a while.
Jason just rolls his eyes, turning away.
"Yeah.. its whatever. I'll leave you alone–"
"Wait" Jean grabs his shoulder gently.
She's warm, a relaxing safe feeling flows throughout. It's not fabricated, just warm and genuinely sweet.
"I don't really know my way through here, do you mind if I ask you some things?"
Jason flinches first, slapping her hand off of his shoulder. He regrets that decision when the warmth disappears. He's starved for it, honestly.
"I– OK."
He just answers quietly, turning back to face her and keeping his arms crossed protectively.
"My boss told me about crime rings operating within the area. Targeting mutants" she explained
"can you tell me anything about that?" Jean questioned softly
"I don't know anything about mutants. Most gangs aren't into killing people without a reason, let alone targeting a specific group."
He explains, shifting his weight a bit.
"hm. Anything about metas, then?" She questioned
"Mutants are hated, it's not uncommon for gangs to fly beneath the radar because the government doesn't care for us."
"Hm.. meta's usually are either exploited or killed. Depends on their goals or ability to do anything then just.. throw them away. I guess it would work similar."
He seems a bit uncomfortable about the idea of just throwing people away, for no reason at least.
"I see, do you have any idea where these people are located? It'd be a help." She replied, voice still kind and gentle
"Well.. it's really any gang you'll find. If you want help finding them..."
Jason says, trailing off and looking away.
"I ask you?" She supplied, tilting her head
"Well, I can deal with them if you want."
"I'd have to accompany you. The mutants harmed would be put under my care"
“Fineeee.. You got a number?”
