Avalanche's Apartment

[Avalanche]

(( continued from First Assignment ))

The apartment looked rather trashed from where you entered. It had a large kitchen-serving-as-the-living-room, a bathroom and two small rooms. Piles of things, mostly old clothes, some paper junk, crowds of bottles and remains of ancient dinners, and a veteran of a couch right in the middle of all this beauty, scarred, torn in places and missing one pillow on its back.

Lance was always amused by the thought how his drug-abusing roommates would explain all this armageddon to the landlord after Lance was gone. He would for certain leave this lunar landscape and the two retarded junkies as soon as his finances allowed, this was for sure.

"Uh, here," he said, walking across the room to the bathroom door. "You can leave your shoes on, I guess this goes without saying."

The bathroom, surprisingly, looked quite okay. There was a dirty laundry basket filled with all sorts of undecypherable stuff, clothes, CDs, bottles, brushes, plastic boxes and even some spoons included, but apart from that little corner, everything else looked rather clean and asketic.

"Those two morons don't even use the shower anymore, I think," he explained the view to Iris. "So it's all mine, which explains why there is soap and shampoo here." He looked at her meaningfully. She didn't think he was the culprit of the whole mess, right? "I think you need some cotton or bandaids, um-" he made a vague gesture pointing at the girl's head. "I don't have any but I can get you some Kleenex if you want."

[Weaver]

"It's okay," Iris said her blue eyes calmly looking over the mess. An odor of moldy food, drugs, and must hung over the area. It was pretty strong, Iris' nose wrinkled a little, taking her back to some of the abandoned building she slept in. She was glad that her shoes were closed tipped as her foot brushed against some of the trash. From then on she was careful to stay on the same semi-trail that Lance walked. Never again was she going to be foolish enough to wear such finery in the bad part of town.

"It's okay," she said again as she entered the bathroom, "I don't think that 'd be much of a stitch witch if I wasn't able to make some bandages," she said before shutting the door of the bathroom needing a little peace to think. She put down the seat of the toliet and sat down. Pulling out several pieces of cloth she set to work to washing and bandaging her knees, elbows, and hands. She then used the mirror to clean off the remaining blood on her face. Gently she touched her swollen lip, her nose was tender but not broken, and she didn't seem to be developing any black eyes. She was going to have a bad bruise on her cheek, she sighed, well it couldn't be helped she was no healer.

She then looked at her dress, she had been so proud of it, but it was over the top and she needed to slim it down in case she got into trouble. Plscing a hand on her stomach the material grew warm from her touch and began to remold itself into a black shirt and pants. There was nothing she could do about her high heels.

She opened the door of the bathroom and stepped out.

[Avalanche]

Lance was going to offer a towel or something but Iris seemed to be completely in control of things, so he left her to it and went to his room to see if he could allow a lady guest inside. Well, he had his usual slight mess (nothing compared to the living room, of course), the typical bachelor untidiness, but it would do.

As Iris stepped out of the bathroom, he took a look and whistled. "How do you do it?" he asked. "Mutant ability of having a wardrobe in another dimension?"

[Weaver]

Iris blinked several times as Lance whistled at her, wondering if there was something with the clothing she had remade. She hadn't thought it had looked that bad considering all the reconstruction she had to do with little material, and difficult material at that. Maybe she should have just taken the towels and made a new outfit. But that seemed to be rude to just take someone's towel and use them for clothing.

"No, I'm a stitch witch, or thread manipulation is my specialty," Iris said walking over to the doorway of what she supposed was Lance's room. She used her arm to lean against the doorway as she peered into the room. It wasn't as much of a mess as the living room, but it held a slight disorganized look to it. "It's very plain," she mentioned as she looked around the room.

[Avalanche]

"Well, in this it matches the rent," Lance smirked. "And I don't let those retards in my room, so they don't infect it with trash. Hey, you want a coke or, uh, coffee or something?" He was sure she'd want to have a moment to rest after she'd been attacked.

[Weaver]

He seemed unsure of himself, much different then when he had challenged the thugs on the street. Signs that he'd been living the rougher part of life for a long time. So rough that he was more natural at fighting and conflict then actual conversation. She lifted an eyebrow in amusement as he mentioned offering her a coke or coffee, hoping that he meant the drink coke and not the drug. But his emotions and surface thoughts were muddled like a lot of the people they had passed on the street.

"No thank you," she said flashing him a sweet smile before taking a seat in a chair at the desk, crossing her legs and folding her hands on her knees. "You're a mutant then too? Just a guess on how casually you bring the subject to surface."

[Avalanche]

Lance stood for a moment in the doorway, hands half-stuck in the pockets of his jeans, surveying the look she presented sitting in his chair. Now he was finally able to check her out properly, better than before on the dark street, of course, and she was absolutely breathtaking.

Her question surprised him, in a way, he thought that was rather clear. "I thought you caught up on that, earlier," he said, flashing a broad smile as he walked over to his bed and sat down, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "Unless, of course, you actually expected an earthquake in New York?"

[Weaver]

"I'd have to admit that I was a little distracted by dangerously jumping onto that guy's back. Had I known you were a mutant and not some good samaritan then I might have acted differently. Hand to hand isn't a strong strength of mine, if I had known you weren't in danger I would have allowed myself to cower against a wall like I usually do," Iris said reaching back and pulling her long hair into a ponytail, using a strand of her hair to hold it up.

Her eyebrows wrinkled together as Lance looked at her, almost with an eager expression. It was a little cute, she almost wanted to ruffle his hair to see him smile again. "If you're a mutant, then why stay here? Plenty of groups are appearing that you could go and live?"

[Avalanche]

"Well, you could say I'm on a break from all sorts of mutant groups now," Lance replied. "I get by." Which didn't look too plausible considering the place where he had to live. But he couldn't really tell her he was on and off with the Brotherhood, could he?

"Wait, so you did it all just to save me?!" he exclaimed in a happy manner. "You're my hero, positively! But shaking some ground to shake the baddies off you was also the right thing to do, I take all credit for that," he was grinning now.

(( I'm off for an hour or so ))

[Weaver]

Iris' cheeks flushed and she looked away from Lance feeling foolish. "Well no, just the smallest fellow for the sake of trying to even the numbers. I seemed to work once upon a time when I was homeless. I wasn't strong enough to fight them head on, that's how I was slapped by the biggest guy because I tried to punch him. That didn't go over well," she said her blue eyes focusing on Lance, "That and hitting the underside of their noses which might have possibly killed them, I was limited on what I could do."

"Lets settle for an act of teamwork, if you're insistant of speaking so highly of my fighting skills," she said rubbing the back of her neck.

[Avalanche]

"Well, you should've gone for their balls, works every time," Lance chuckled, quite amused by the conversation. He leaned back on his hands, looking more relaxed now. "So what've you got, stitch witch, that could be used for an act of teamwork?" He thought for a second - could it be that she was actually someone from a mutant team, recruiting? That would explain her confidence to some extent. He liked her confidence, he was almost basking in it, for once he had someone to talk to who was his match in attitude, but now he wondered whose side she was on.

[Weaver]

Iris smirked a little, many people asked about her thread ability. She had been told that it was a unique ability and so far she hadn't met anyone who had the same gift. It made her feel a little special among the telepathics and element based humans. That and for her to figure out the extent of her own powers, which impowered her and frightened her at the same time. "As much as I wince at the fact they might reproduce, I'm not that cruel, and you never know who is a mutant and what their skills might be," she said her blue eyes glinting a little at a possible joke.

"Well," she looked a little uncomfortable at revealing what she did during the fight, "The larger fellow I constricted the thread on his shirt to strangle him so he'd let me go," she pursed her lips in thought before pulling out a strand of thread weaving it through her fingers. "It's not just being able to change my outfit at will. It's also the ability to control it, reshape it, strengthen it," she said as the thread inched into her palm and curled up neatly.

[Avalanche]

Lance laughed at her joke. If she could joke, then she was all right, he supposed, and not in stress from the attack or anything.

"Bet it saves lots of money on shopping, too," he said, watching her demonstrate her ability with a single thread. "May I?.." he asked, indicating with a gesture that he wanted to come over and touch the thing to see how real it was - it looked alive.

[Weaver]

"So far I'm limited on what I can control, mostly just your common thread and a little bit of thin wire, and mostly what's within eye sight, not very impressive. Though once I charge a bit of fabric with my powers they have yet to show wear, fray, fall apart, fade, or any normal wear and tear. I've been working on having some of these clothing tempature sensitive to the wearer. It's only worked on myself though," Iris said the thread once again weaving in and out of her fingers.

"Well yes and no, I do have to buy the materials, luckily I have a decent funding from my grandmother and from taking small fees for making people clothing," Iris said reaching forward to Lance, as soon as he gripped the thread it fell limp. She let out a small chuckle, "It's not alive, I control it," she told him and with a wave of her hand the thread curled around his fingers.

[Avalanche]

Lance stopped right next to Iris, watching at the thread how it snaked around his fingers. "You know, it's kinda creepy how it crawls," he said with a grin that betrayed his amusement. "But I like it. Hey, you know, you should've made those guys' clothes just fall apart, they wouldn't like fighting you naked, I guess." He turned his palm this way and that as if the thread were a small lizard running around along his skin.