random_cantina | Bringing a friend to the cantina. ((locked to victormakesart))

The wolf looked up at her, then gently nudged her hand aside and stepped away before suddenly becoming a young woman with an angular Native American face and long black hair. "I don't mind. I can feel how it hurts."

Albus blinked at the change, his brows rising with interest as Fawkes leaned over and tilted his head.

"Th-th-thank y'. So much." She admired her features a moment, because as an artist, she tended to get distracted like that. She thought that she would like to paint the young wolf-woman sometime.

"It would probably work better than a camera holo." Zanoah grinned and put a hand on her arm. "Let's go sit on the window seat."

"Wait for me!" Ben gave a flying leap and landed in Abus's arms. The old man didn't even seem fazed by the baby's antics, though Logan shook her head as she walked over to get a drink for a guy at the other end of the bar.

"Oh?" Victor was a tiny bit confused by that, but the hand on her arm was a great steadying force for her, mentally, and she followed along.

Victor whistled lightly (her whistling impaired by the swelling on her face). "You got a talented child."

Zanoah looked over her shoulder as she helped Victor to settle onto the comfortable cushions of the seat. "Do you know anything about the X-Men?"

"Thanks!" Ben laughed and tried to trill back to Fawkes.

"Only by lit an' rep." She sat down, tapping a nervous tattoo on her leg. "Met a few X-Dudes, but...ah...my world dun got 'em."

Victor winked at the child, and tipped an invisible (by goodness she missed her hat) hat.

"His dad was Hank McCoy. The big furry blue guy." She sniffed and glanced at Victor, then snapped her fingers and offered the younger girl a hat.

Ben had started to tip his own pretend hat, but this display of fae ability rendered him wide-eyed and speechless with awe.

"He's cool," she said softly, then...awe. Pure, unadulterated awe. "Man oh man," (and a glance to the kiddo) "if'n I was in th' habit of cursin'...dude, that rocks." She placed it on her head, and did a proper hat-tip.

"Ain't this so cool?" She beamed, then bit back a whimper as she smiled too widely. Ah, that hurt so much!

Ben giggled and hid, then lifted his head again and watched as Zanoah gently put her hands to either side of Victor's face.

"This might feel... tingly or something," she warned as a turquoise glow suddenly surrounded the artist.

Her eyes slid half-closed as she focused on the feeling. It was like...if there was more to life than 'cold' or 'warm', it would be that.

And the color!

"Have you heard of Wolverine?" asked Zanoah conversationally as she focused on mending cells and tissues.

"Sure have," she mumbled softly. She wanted to say that she'd read an awful lot about him, but she had rules about what she should and shouldn't say about people who exist as fiction on her world or other worlds. And she was afraid that if she talked too much, her face would be put together wrong. A possibly irrational fear, yes, but a fear nonetheless.

-I know all about the comic books,- came a soft thought in her mind.

Zanoah chuckled and stepped back, the light fading. "My father and Ben's mother."

And yes, she totally said that just to see Victor's reaction.

She didn't have any special mind powers, so she just thought about comic books, and that she was fond of them, and that the Nexus was so freakin' cool and that she didn't talk about things like that because it was her Rule. And she hoped the message was understood.

Blink-blink. And she made a number of interesting faces. One of them was out of delight that she could make the faces without wanting to cry. And one of the faces included a lot of confusion. "Alts, right? Or a genderswitch at an inopportune time?" It couldn't work at once! Victor only had an elementary understanding of such things, but she knew that for a fact. Right?

"Alters, yeah." Zanoah chuckled. "My father is the Warlord of an Earth that got nuked to bits. Ben's mom is over there behind the bar."

"So's Bethany," added Ben, lest this important part get forgotten.

"Aye, in'erestin'. Not much to lord over, then?" She waved merrily to the lady at the bar. She was slurring less, and it made her happy, though her accent was a bit more pronounced this way.

"Oh?" Sliiiight confusion. So many names!

"I don't know. I haven't been back to the reality for a hundred years or so, since it died." Zanoah watched Logan toss off a quick wave in return. "And Bethany's his baby sister."

Albus looked at her in concern at the look on her face. "Are you alright, my dear?"

"Ah." Nodnod. "Oooh, okay." Small smile, and she ordered things around in her mind. People went into categories. Nice, neat categories.

"Quite well, thank y' so much." Brilliant smile. "Goodness, I feel so much better now. Thank y'."

Zanoah chuckled, then suddenly looked toward the window and disappeared.

"Splendid!" Albus smiled, then looked out the window himself and blinked. "Oh."

((The scene's described on the comm. bio. They're up on one of the higher levels, about even with the statue's chins.))

((Awesome!))

"How...dude. Wowzer."

"Wow." She slid to the window, tracing the outlines of what she saw. Trace-trace.

"Pretty, eh?" said Ben proudly, as though he'd created it all by himself.

"Breathtaking," murmured Albus, staring.

"Totally, dude. I mean...nonpowered, a work like this'd take years."

Transfixed. Completely.

"Nobody knows who made 'em." He twisted around and tugged thoughtfully on his foot. "Not even Charlie. Well, God does, of course."

"And you live here." Albus shook his head.

"Better beweeve it, bub!"

She snickered softly, brushed her hand light-gentle against the babe's arm.

"'S cool, y'all. Real cool."

He leaned over and put his little fat arms around her neck, exuding confidence that she would take him. "Wait'll you see ober the rail. When you spit it goes waaaaay down."

"Oh how lovely." Albus shook his head as he handed him over.

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