17810/Another Day in Mutant Town

Another Day in Mutant Town
Date of Scene:	29 April 2024
Location:	West Bushwick (Mutant Town)
Synopsis:	A badly damaged bar in Mutant Town turns into a one stop shop for an unlikely group of people who end up talking and very nearly but not quite get to trading punches.
Cast of Characters:	Cain Marko, Rogue, Monet St. Croix, Rose Wilson
Tinyplot:	Mutants and Master Molds

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Cain Marko has posed:
Mutant Town can't seem to catch a break, now can it?

The community of the children of the atom who dwell here seem to exist with a perpetual bullseye painted on all of their backs. Simply living here on a day to day basis seems to come with fewer and fewer opporutnities to enjoy the simple pleasures of life and that's on a normal cycle of events.

Now, apparently, a small legion of roving wild sentinels has to be added into the mix and that's not even considering the sighting of the very much non 'wild sentinel' that sparked the reecnt protests in the first place.

A certain citizen Cain Marko is -not- a child of the atom. One would be forgiven for mistaking him for one at first glance however given his imposing stature and vast size. A degree of mammoth proportions and imensity that makes it look like he consumed the entire defensive line of the New York Giants for a protein snack and then moved on to the rest of the NFC conference for a full snack.

Surprise, surprise - he can get even bigger - but for now he just looms like some monolith outside of a shuttered busted up bar that took a direct hit from the wild sentinels ...and then a follow up hit of a Juggernaut walking through its walls to enter the streets in the aftermath of that. He seems to be studying it, lost in some dark thought that has him looking mildly perturbed. It's an expression that, coupled with his size, keeps most people away from him though clean up efforts continue in the streets around him. Rubble strewn everywhere, broken cars, craters, the works.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had a soft spot in her heart for this place, because it was always getting so much negative attention and so much dangerous action. With the Xaviers School year coming to a end in a few weeks, the Mississippi Bomb Shell knows she has some extra free time coming up too, which generally means getting back out on the streets as 'Mighty Woman' more regularly.

May as well spend a bit of time down in Bushwick following that last Sentinel assault...

The Belle is currently striding down the street, wearing her green and gold X-Men uniform, with tall thigh-high yellow boots the same shade as the sun itself. Thrown over the suit, she is wearing a lived-in brown leather trench coat, that gently sways in the breezes rolling through the neighborhood. Her two-toned hair of dark locks and bright white flowing around her shoulders, Rogue is glancing down at her phone as she walks, her eyes bouncing from her phone up to the area around her.

She notes the unmissable Juggernaut up ahead. She smirks softly at the sight.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix hadn't quite reached the level of soft spot that Mutanttown had achieved with many members of Xavier's, but it was still a unique place. And one that Monet could respect. They had some of the only tailors in New York that could match the Paris fashion houses that were /nod/ Van Dyne. She's along with Rogue wearing something far more expensive than 'Mighty Woman' would and joiing her on the patrol. She goes to look about the damage, shaking her head.

"This is getting worse. Everything seems like it's getting more frequent." Her tone is quiet and for once showing some level of sadness. She glances over at Cain, and gives him a tentative nod. Just one that shows a bit of tiredness on her face.

There are too many crisises. And they're all hitting faster and faster.

Rose Wilson has posed:
There's another non-mutant in the area and one who manages to blend in a lot better than the towering likes of Cain. This one-eyed white-haired short scrappy ornery girl could very well pass for human with an entirely blank canvas growing out the top of her head. The eye patch doesn't affect that part of her image any and the two swords slung over a shoulder are more weird than any indication of genes.

That she's here in mutant town might actually make her stand out some as being a little /too/ normal and walking in visibly armed. Not that any such knowledge seems to bother her any. Nothing to see here, just another day around town!

Besides, there are other people around who draw attention far better than she ever would. As more of the wall comes crumbling down the by comparison hilariously short lady lets out a sigh, her walk interrupted by the sight. "I think I went here once. What are you, the bulldozer?" she asks Cain.

Not standing still while waiting for a response she picks up a random piece of brick and lightly bounces it in her palm as if gauging its weight. Monet is given an arched brow glance from the girl's remaining eye, the piece of brick getting tossed aside. "Welcome to the world, all survival of the fittest."

Cain Marko has posed:
Seems just being near things is enough for them to break. As additional damage sends a slight plume of dust rolling around his feet, Cain arcs an eyebrow and emits a rumbling, "Mmm?" as he overhears Rose. At this point he turns, turning his vast torso in her direction, resulting in her getting an eye full of the cartoonish looking Godzilla emblazoned upon his well worn grey tee-shirt as their comical height differences puts her head barely around his rib cage.

He peers at her, taking a step back to even see her over the swell of his chest as his expression pulls into a light nose wrinkling frown. "Aint my fault lady."

Well some of it really was...

"What, you just assumed I did it because I got arms bigger around then your waist? Tth. Sentinels did all this. I think..."

As Rose responds to Monet's comment, Cain lifts his gaze up from her and finally takes note of the other two present and the uniform wearing Rogue. He lifts an eyebrow slightly..frown turning into a slight smirk now as his gaze narrows and his brow furrows abit.

"Well, well. Come down outta yer high tower again? Where' s my dear brother? I figured he'd be using this chance to get to speechifyin'...."

Rogue has posed:
With Monet speaking on the subject at-hand, Rogue is thumbing through her comments section on a few pics she'd posted to her social media page. She's smirking at the comments, but still listening to the French woman to her left. "They're just raptors testin' the fences, Sugah. don't fret. So long as we keep the power on, they ain't goin' no where. We'll always beat'em back." The Belle says, as she'd just watched Jurassic Park for the first time like two weeks ago.

With them coming up on the Juggernaut, and some other lady, Rogue lowers her phone down to her side, slipping it in to the side pocket of her leather jacket. Her hands move toward the belt cinched around her waist, and her gloved thumbs hook under the silver metal 'X' that clasps it closed. She shows a smirk to the Juggernaut, a light nod to Rose, and then a glance between the three of them around her.

Finally, however, Cain draws her attention back over... and UP to his face. She smirks once more.

"He's in space with his space girlfriend. They're quite fond'a each other. Figurin' there's gonna be weddin' bells sooner than later, in fact. So don't hold your breath for speeches, as the Professah is deep in the throws of love, ya see." She states, her Mississippi Belle accent making her playful style extra fun for the ears, subjectively anyway.

She tips her chin up in a nod up to the big guy then. "What was that thing you said about 'crushin me later?'" She asks him, remembering what he'd called out to her during the fight!

Monet St. Croix has posed:
As Rose would speak to her, Monet's eyes would flash dangerously at 'the fittest' and a hand would clench before she would make herself stand down and take a breath. "There is more to existence than survival. And the things which did this are hunting." She gestures at the damage about the area. And Rogue can probably tell from her body language she's restraining herself from giving a massive lecture to Rose.

"And Professor Xavier is.. Doing his best to help deal with current events." She would hold up her hands in a show of non-aggression. "We all ahve enough troubles already to add to them." A look at Cain with an unvoiced 'please'.

At Rogue's banter and correction of her, Monet would chuckle quietly. "She would knwo better than I."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"No" Rose answers Cain with a dip of her head toward his arms. "I thought you were here to finish the job. This place looks ready for demolition, and /you/ look like just the guy for the job."

There's no accusation in her tone so much of a matter-of-factness to it. Cain looks like the kind of guy who could strip down battleships for scrap without breaking a sweat. What's a bit of brick and mortar?

Rogue's greeting is met with a raising of two fingers in a peace sign, the brightly uniformed southerner with the curious hair given a lingering look. "Diggin' the bangs" she remarks.

Monet also gets a looking over, the short gal making note of the other's body language. "Try telling my father that" she snorts. No love lost in her family, although she may have picked up some of his less desirable habits along the way.

Despite the condition of the place she climbs over the rubble and makes a point to give Cain's massive biceps a quick slug along the way as if she simply /has/ to see if it's as solid as it looks. What interests her more though is the consideration that a wrecked bar might still have some sealed bottles lingering about... Why waste a good opportunity, right?

"Some dude's gettin' his freak on in /space?/ ... Wild."

Cain Marko has posed:
Ever see that cartoon movie about the fish with that shark in it?

No, the good one.

As Cain's smile slowly creaks across his broad features the visage of that huge grinning great white shark might flash before some peoples eyes as he looks at Rogue as she steps to him with her usual sassy charm.

"I did." he confirms, "...What ...you want a hug or something? I can oblige but if this is your back up..." he cuts his gaze towards Monet, "...Don't see things going to well for you there, 'sugah'..."

He studies Monet for a moment, considering her words but is forced to emit a rough, rumbling, bark of a laugh as he hears Rose' reaction to learning of Charles space worthy activity.

"Maybe I will bring it all down - but whatever.. And you'll hear crazier then a guy being a space freak around these parts. Welcome t'Mutant Town... The kinda gossip you hear around here is wild. Yeah, dear ol'Charlie's a freak alright. Don't know too much about his Queen o'Mars girlfriend but I aint surprised to hear that. Off in space bein' happy and leaving you all.." he looks to Rogue and Monet, "T'clean up the mess down here. So much for bein' a community leader. Where's the rest of your team at anyway--besides just not here to bail you out if I take a swing at you for fun?"

Rogue has posed:
"He's 90 years old, he's earned it." Rogue states back to the general topic of Charles, and his space girlfriend. "We'd all be so blessed ta find love at all in life, especially at freakin' 90 years old..."

Rogue's green eyed gaze follows Rose toward the ruins of the bar. "Careful, that might be a dangerous plan ya got there." She warns the other woman, before she looks back to the Juggernaut. A glance is given over to Monet, then a smirk is shot back to the big man. "I don't need any team t'get the best'a you, Jolly White Giant." She fires back, making sure to keep her bravado up, since the game is far more fun in words, than it would be if actual punches got thrown. "But I think this place has seen enough fightin' for a few decades, rather than havin' us find out who punches harder. Even if the answer is me." She smiles sweetly, before she suddenly floats up off the ground, and in toward the ruins, drifting past Rose in her cheating-style of being able to defy gravity. "Sides..." Rogue adds, as she too is now scanning the rubble. "I'd hate to have ta throw ya out in to the Atlantic, and ruin that cute t-shirt an' all."

With her legs bent at the knees, feet up off the ground by a few feet, Rogue inverts herself, using her gloved hands to lift up a section of what used to be the bar's bar counter. There, beneath it is a whole assortment of crud covered bottles, some broken, some still fully intact. She grimaces at the sight.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would sigh over, "There's too many things going on." They might not be on teh same side, but perhaps for once they could at least not antagonize one another? M was trying to behave,a nd not going to snap out at Cain - or at Rose now. IT helped with the knowledge that Cain could and would punch her several states away.

And then a soft laugh is given over to Rogue at her comments. She goes to look over along the rubble and sees what Rogue does, and makes a face. "Disgusting. Can't we simply just burn it?"

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rogue's warning doesn't get ignored, though it does leave Rose wondering just what she might be getting warned of. Antagonizing the local beefcake? That she would buy.

Now it's Rose's turn to bark out a laugh, "He's /ninety/ and getting some space action?! Oh my god. I bet the zero-G must make it easier at that age."

She really hadn't anticipated getting further into the subject that is Charles but with these new details coming to light there is simply no way she cannot react to them.

Rogue's peculiar acrobatics are given a long look as if Rose doesn't trust the other woman, or her ability, any further than /she/ could throw the Southern Belle. Points are quickly gained back when the green and gold dressed mutant in a spiffy brown jacket lifts up the bar and reveals the goods...or what's left of them.

No time is wasted. With the opportunity now presenting itself the young scrapper's arm darts out and grabs a still intact bottle, seemingly more intent on having something regardless of what the something might happen to be.

"If you guys are planning to take shots at one another, I'm here for it" offers the one-eyed trouble-maker. Either way, she has something to drink now. Life's looking better all the time!

Cain Marko has posed:
There is very much a war of words going on and a strategy of barb and quip trading. But even Cain has his limits.

He rests his hands on his hips, an audible creaking sound like that of industrial leather being stretched occuring as his huge physique tenses and his tee shirt swells under the rise of his chest and the bulge of his arms. His expression sours, darkening a touch. On a good day it doesn't take much to incite Cain to violence. The Cyttorak influence isn't even needed for that as the guy is a brute and a bully at his core.

Mix that in -with- a healthy dosage of being the incarnation of an aspect of destruction and physical power and you got a potential powder keg. So when he glares at Rogue after her quips about effectively embarrassing him in a fight as she floats off, those near him would very much sense the rising tension, if not a slight temperature change. Clearly in the game of keeping his cool, he takes the L.

"I know how old Charles is, Rogue..." he says, tone dripping with his fuming attitude, "I'm older then him."

Something seems to click in him though as Rogue recovers a bottle and Cain gives Rose and Monet a glance, settling his gaze on Rose as she gets a bottle. Finally, he forces himself to relax:

"This bar belonged to a guy named Tom. Mutant but his only real mutation was blue skin and a tough hide. I was sittin' in it during the protests when the sentinels turned on it. Probably sensed him. He's fine in case you even care. I gave him some cash to hold him over so I dont' plan on knocking what's left ot'he bar down...."

A -mild- attempt at a peace offering perhaps but he seems disinclined to go charging in at anyone.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue settles down on to the wedge-heels of her tall yellow boots, finding a somewhat cleaner section of floor to touch back down upon. With her hands upon her hips now, she gives Monet a glance. "Aw, come on, the booze inside the unbroken bottles are still perfectly consumable." She tells the prissy French woman, before she follows Rose's motion, watching the stranger grab a bottle for herself. This garners a grin from Rogue, who spares another look over to the Juggernaut... since she does not fully trust him, at all, and does somewhere inside... think he might throw a punch at her, just for her quips, let alone being one of charles' people. "He's outta his wheelchair now too. Them space aliens have better medical tech than us. imagine that..." She states a little further on that random subject, as she crouches down, with one hand scooping up another bottle amongst the pile of brokens.

When she bounces back up to her full height, the Belle is brushing the bottle of bourbon off with her other gloved hand, while reading the label. "Don't be a grump. Course I care about this Tom person that I've never met. I'm sure he's a upstandin' fella. In fact..." She says, as she turns back toward the middle of the rubble-strewn bar, her left hand holding that bottle of booze giving it a waggle, causing the liquid full inside to jostle around. "I can go grab one'a the big dumpsters they brought in, an' you can start fillin' it up with stuff. Clean tom's property up a bit, maybe the rebuild would go easier then?" She asks, glancing to Monet and Rose, before back to Cain.

With a big smile on her red hued lips, Rogue saunters through the rubble, one hand on her hip the other clutching that claimed bottle. "I'll even come by and help with the repairs. Lord knows I enjoy a good waterin' hole, afterall. The people around here are gonna need it..."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glance at Rogue, "Merely because you can do something doesn't mean you should. It's all flat by now and it's hardly appetizing in the first place." No offense to Cain's friend that runs the bar - stale cheap beer is still stale cheap beer. "And I'm more than happy to help in any way I can." She goes to let out a sigh over as she would be volunteered.

"Whatever I can do. I'd rather be doing something productive tonight." Rather than waiting for whatever the next crisis will be. The Mutant Liberation Front, the Reavers, the Sentinels.. Whatever ti is. She needs something to focus on rather than let the agitation consume her.

"If your friend requires extra assistance I can get them some as wlel." Monet wasn't -that- rich but her allowance did cover -some- things and Xavier's did handle most housing expenses..

Rose Wilson has posed:
Oh...oh yes. The tension now filling the ruined bar is noticed by one Rose Wilson. That lone eye gradually shifts back over to Cain with that creaking sound he's making as a whole different category of questions and potential outcomes rushes into her mind. She probably wouldn't stand a snowball's chance in hell against the guy if he ever got hold of her, but there's far too much fire hammered into her spirit to cower away.

Thank goodness for healing factors or she would have been turned to paste years ago.

Cain seems to calm himself and provides a little story and /wait a minute/ he's OLDER than 90?! "Whatever the hell you're doing, keep doing it" is her advice.

The story about a blue guy named Tom is more than she wanted to hear. NOW the guy went and started plucking on heartstrings, ugh.

With her bottle already popped open and some of its contents already swimming about in her stomach she digs around in one of her ripped up jean pockets and finds a rumpled ten dollar bill. Momentarily surrendering her bottle to the floor she picks up an only slightly mangled fork to then staple the single bill to the ruined counter with a swift *thunk,* thus 'covering her tab.'

Then it's straight back to the bottle, lifted upward in mock salute. "To Tom, then."

It's not that she's trying to be disrespectful. It just comes naturally with Rose. Though with someone like Cain looking out for the local business owner, yeah, she'll cough up a couple bucks for her salvage.

Now, the matter of these other two ladies offering to help rebuild gets another look between them both. "You people really do look out for each other, huh." The bottle is given an idle swirl. "I've got a few M-type friends. They've been alright."

Cain Marko has posed:
"Don't let the mention o'Charles age ool ya. Or the wheelchair remark. Charlie's spritely for a 90 year old. Sam as his best buddy. You can probably chalk it up to the gene that makes 'em tick..."

Her own reactio to his own age does draw a slight smirk and Cain grunts abit and then says, "Yeah I"m his dear old older step-brother... But I've aged well for different reasons..."

Indeed wthout the crystal Cain would be just a grade a ol'mortal man and probably long dead given his tendencies towards a hard knocks life.

He then looks to Rogue and Monet both now, taking them in as he slowly lets his hands drop from his waist. It's not exactly him making the peace sign but it should be clear that he's not going to take a swing. At least for now.

"I figure you don't know 'im. Why would you? He aint my friend I'm just.....giving you some context."

The talk of helping to rebuild the bar gets a slight grunt from him and he looks away..ultiamtely folding both of his massive arms, posture still stand offish as he fumes quietly but doesn't push back against them either. Perhaps he's got a soft spot for the place after all.

"You're -supposed- to care.. It's what you all do.." he finally grumps out. Then, with a begrudging sigh he looks back to Monet, "Gotta agree with the girl here. Maybe less o'you holdin' up in -my- house hirin' teachers and the like and more actual...superhero stuff...mighta kept stuff like these sentinels from showing up in the first place. I counted more Brotherhood folk here then X-Men during that whole debacle.. What's the word on where they came from?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's eyes follow Rose over toward the bar, watching her pin a 10-spot down to the dirty surface. She smirks softly at the notion of leaving money at the bar with the walls burst open, but doesn't comment on it. She, instead, regards Monet and the Juggernaut again. She keeps that bottle of burbon at her side, but doesn't move to open it, she just holds on to it by its long neck at her thigh's side. With one foot up on a piece of rubble, the other baring the brunt of her lithe weight, Rogue looks out toward the city beyond, with her white bangs flowing around her face in the wind coming through the broken down facade.

Cain's words draw her eyes back to him, and they narrow just a little, lingering a stern stare for a moment before it gives way to another warm smile. "Lotsa X-Men out there, doin' good all over the place. This situation kinda came outta nowhere. Jean an' I are two heavy hitters too, so I'd say we were here in force." She motions to Monet. "Frenchy here has fought Supergirl too. She can hold her own in most fights." She notes of her teammate, before sweeping her eyes back over to Cain.

"Point is, we're doin' more than you'll ever realize, as you sit here in bars waitin' for trouble to break out around you. We're out there bein' proactive."

It's possible punches might still get thrown here tonight!

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shake her head over at Cain and still her tongue. Letting Rogue do the diplomacy of the pair. "We'll take all the help we can get. We have to save as many people as possible." She would offer to the Juggernaut openly, seeing if it would be accepted or deflected. But the offer was made. "And.. Thank you." For being there and having saved lives. That was all that mattered more than her petulancy and her ego.

Looking over at Rogue for a moment as her lips would spasm. "I would hardly call it -that-." More like beaten to near death at superspeed and most of her body reduced to a meaty pulp thrown in a magical life support tank.

Rose Wilson has posed:
As Cain mentions 'agreeing with the girl here' an empty hand is aimlessly held upright with a straight and simple introduction of "Rose." Otherwise she doesn't interrupt, her curiosity again on the rise by the obvious degree of friction between 'Beefcake' and the other two.

When he mentions the Brotherhood there's a glint of recognition in that lone blue peeper. She's learning some new stuff here and the bottle of tequila is helping to take her there.

As the three start digging into it a peculiar feeling comes across the local outcast. Compared to these three? Rose is starting to feel out of her league. This is a fairly novel concept for her, and one which she is thus far none too keen on experiencing. Even so, as Monet mentions saving as many people as possible Rose can't help but hear some of her father's 'wisdom' rising to the surface of her thoughts, outwardly translating to a rolling of her eye in an 'oh please' fashion.

Cain Marko has posed:
She shouldn't have shown him that stern look or gotten so defensive, oh no. That's exactly the sort of reaction Cain was looking for. The exact sort of thing someone trying to bait someone and push someones buttons craves. No, there's no punch throwing yet, but there is the return of that slow sharkish grin as he sems to have honed in on a sore spot for the southern belle. So he pushes more.

"Hey, it aint -my- job to go out there like that, darling. I -cause- trouble...remember? No need to bark at me. I was just tellin' like it ls. Blob and Sabretooth of all folk out here trying to save mutants and stop sentinels... I'm just saying. Y'know....kinda suspect that. Not a good luck - but what do I know?"

Monet's comments don't get ignored, nor Rogue's comments about her abilities, and he looks at her appraisingly, staying silent for a few heavy seconds.

Then "Supergirl eh? No foolin'! I punched Superman into the stratosphere once..." that grin returns slightly but it also softens abit as if he's truly considering some things said. "Hn.." is all he grunts in response to her words of gratitude for what intervention he did grant during that night. A few heavy steps and he's near Rose now and he leans over to scope up another bottle that had rolled towards the rubble there.

"I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time...." he grumbles.

Rogue has posed:
Monet gets Rogue to openly roll her eyes, before she turns toward the edge of the bar, and paces toward it. She finds a still standing place to lean, and does just so against her right shoulder. "Ya fought Supergirl, and you're not dead. Take a compliment, Money Bags." She fires back to the French lady.

Her eyes go back to Cain, watching him as he stomps toward what is left of the bar's counter. She listens to him too, but doesn't openly react to him this time. Instead she puts her eyes on Rose, recalling a few things the woman had said in the past few minutes and moments.

"You ain't a Mutant then?" She asks, recalling specifically the hints that would lead her to that conclusion. "You just strollin' the aftermath for sights?" She inquires of the mysterious one here. "Takin' pics and videos for the internet? Locals won't take kindly to that, if so." The Belle softly states in her naturally husky-hued voice. Clearly she's trying to get a sense of who Rose is!

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would just look over at Rogue and sigh, "I would hardly call it a fight." Normally Monet would brag about such a thing.. But that event was so casually -brutal- it left an imprint on her mind. She tenses just a bit over before she forces it out of her body over and then she twitches a smile to Cain.

"I'm sure you did much better than I did." It's said to try and hopefully get him to relax some since they're trying to stand down and keep things deescalated. Monet goes to pick up things and goes to hold them away from her disgustedly as she goes to dump them over in whatever large trash recepticle has been dropped by. She looks over at Rose, tempted to probe into the woman's mind. But, the way Rose's body language continues to twitch..

She goes to dart in to just try and glean out if she can off the top whatever has the woman being so joylessly cynical on this situation.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Things are all fine and dandy for Rose as she fights against her own abilities to get a proper buzz going on, only interrupted by the looming shadow of Marko falling around her like a total frickin' eclipse. She might have handed the guy her own drink if he didn't locate one for himself.

The ongoing exchange feeds into her curiosity all the more, both in what the trio are saying and how they're moving. They're all proving to be a good study, even if she's mentally glossing over anything remotely political sounding.

As Rogue singles out the young scrapper Rose's expression hardens. "Do I look like a damn tourist?" she fires back, proving that she's also apparently quick to be triggered. (Honestly she kind of does look like one if you subtract the swords...) "If you must know, I came looking for one of those friends I mentioned."

Beneath that overly bristly exterior Monet would be able to pick up a flash of a fatherly figure, and not a very nice one. Real strong vibes of always pushing to be better, stronger, to have no remorse. She truly does believe in survival of the fittest, of the weak getting whatever's coming to them. Rose has had quite an upbringing, for sure.

Cain Marko has posed:
Well that's no fun. Rogue didn't rise to take his latest bait and instead finds something else to focus on. Cain frowns, disappointed, but not willing to just press the issue for the sake of pressing the issue. For now.

A flick of his finger pops open the bottle top and he considers it a moment before glancing sidelong at Monet.

"I had 'im on the ropes before somebody jumped in the middle of it..."

It's a -slightly- condensed tale of an encounter he had with the Man of Steel a good while back though there's more truth to it then hyperbole by far and those with even a slight awareness of Juggernaut's capabilities as the X-Men should be, would do well to take such a claim at face value.

"Fight didn't have a conclusion as a result.." he adds, staring at the drink infront of him now.

"Super speed, folk that can fly. Damn pain in th'ass but hey. Story of my life."

He quiets to listen between Rogue and Rose and he glanecs to her and then to Monet and then back to the others.

"She look like she cosplayin' or something? Girls armed and dangerous, dontcha know. Besides - bit late to worry about folk snappin' pictures of the damages. Ship's sailed there.."

He makes an idle gesture with the hand holding his drink, "So this is me helpin: If you folk aint been idle gradin' papers like y'claim.. what do you know about the attack? Gimme the news and maybe I'll pass it on to your other pals..."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just quietly observes from her leaned position. She still has that claimed bottle of bourbon, but has yet to crack it open. She stares at Rose for a moment after she gets a response, then trails her eyes over to Cain as he prattles on. "She looks like a merc." The Belle chimes in after Rose is questioned as a costumed cosplayer. "The kinda people that come in lookin' for work after a place's foundations are smashed out from under them. Truth is, we don't know a lot about where these Sentinels came from, and we're hopin' to change that." She replies to Cain's earlier question about where this attack had originated from.

Rogue tosses the bottle of bourbon from her left hand over to her right, catching the bottle with ease. She pushes off her leaned position, and once more begins to stride through the utterly wrecked tavern, with her wedge heels crunching on the detritus covering the ground.

"You need any help findin' who you're lookin' for, just let us know." Rogue tells Rose then, glancing to Monet, and back again. "We're good at trackin' people down." She states, showing a sweet smirk on her youthful facial features.

With the sound of police sirens in the distance outside, Rogue is sure to let her eyes trace over in that direction, right outside the broken down wall. She listens to see if they are headed this way, but it sounds more like they're headed further west. "May be more trouble out there yet to come though. Raptors testin' them fences..."

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Someone give the Southern chick a biscuit" Rose announces when Rogue calls her out for looking like a merc. "I'm not looking for work though. A girl's always gotta take care of herself."

Hmm. What Rogue offers next is an offer to help track, an offer which Rose starts to consider. These mutant types probably would know where other mutants are, but to drop a name for them would be to offer up personal information free of charge.

The answer she settles on is "I'll keep that in mind. Just ask for the Flying Dixie."

Sirens in the distance immediately get Rose's hackles raised, standing upright with the look of someone preparing to do something rash and with feeling. "Frickin' /really?/ I didn't even --"

The sirens aren't heading this way, after all. An audible snort, then she drains the last of the bottle and slings it aside where the glass shatters against the wall behind the trashed counter.

"Clever girl" she scoffs at Rogue.

Cain Marko has posed:
Well look at that. Rogue clocking Rose as a mercenary does draw the -barest- hint of an impressed hooding of his eyes at the southern belle.

"...Looks like you pay attention after all, 'sugar'.." remarks Cain, his bottle already emptied and now as he took the time to drink and simply listen to the exchanges happening between them all.

When the sirens go off and Rogue comments and Rose reacts, Cain lets out a loud rumbling laugh and tosses the bottle over his shoulder with a flick of his wrist.

It shatters upon hitting the far wall of what's left of the open room and as the glass bounces everywhere, he his deep voice resonates out again: "Between Miss 'Throw Me Into The Atlantic' and Lady 'I Fought Supergirl and Lived' any trouble that's comin' this way shouldn't be a problem." snarks Cain Marko.

He laves out, Mr. I Clobbered Superman, naturally.

"Anyway I don't know how Sentinels just 'show up' but you all better get solvin' on that mystery. Something tells me that little random attack aint nothing compared to what's coming. You guys wanna be..beacons or whatever Charles had in mind....go be beacons."

That said he steps away from Rose now, begining to move for the large gaping hole leading into the bar.

"Looks like you lucked out, darlin'.." he calls over his shoulder towards Rogue, "Don't feel like embaressing you or knocking you over the city skyline after all."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had her eyes on the horizon out the busted down western wall, but when Rose tosses her glass, she's quick to look back over to the enigmatic woman with the weapons. She studies her, but in the end, a grin just shows on the Mississippi native's expressive face. "Just a few drinks an' your nerves are already on edge?" She asks Rose, playfully of course, just before the broken glass from Cain's tossed bottle scatters across the floor, some of it clattering over to the soles of her boots. She watches the shards for a second, before she looks over to the back of Cain, seeing his face in some of the broken glass mirror shards behind the once sort-of-proud-bar. "There's always tomorrow, Sugah." She says back to him. "But, message received, and agreed with. Time t'hit the dusty trail..." She states, turning toward the hill of rubble, quietly adding. "Extra dust, in fact." She states, on her way out. "Come on, Money Bags. Lets go see where those sirens were headed!" She calls out to wherever the French gal had gotten.

On the last table still standing, the bottle of bourbon she'd claimed was left behind, a reminder of the bar's better days!

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would just shake her head, and go to head along after Rogue over and glance at Cain, giving the membr of the Brotherhood a nod of appreciation. Then she would head along after Rogue and move to join her in flight. And whatever the next crisis of the moment is that they have to face!

Rose Wilson has posed:
That Cain is still looming at first eventually results in Rose oh so subtly side-stepping as if being annoyed at being shut out of the action any.

Again Rogue calls her out, though this time the one-eyed scrapper seems more annoyed with herself than the levitating southern lady. "I'm going to need a lot more to calm these nerves" she says in an irritated tone while distractedly sweeping a hand toward where she had just thrown her empty bottle. Considering her size and that she just slammed an entire bottle of tequila is as strong of a hint as any there's more going on with her than what can be seen up front.

The conversation as a whole seems to be coming to a close which suits her just fine, and with Cain moving along she's quick to enjoy the return of her personal space. The jump-scare from the sirens and her drink having disappeared gives her all the motivation required to wander off, and now she doesn't have to seem outwardly rude in doing so. An added bonus, there.

Pushing away from the rubble, she offers to the others a parting call of "Later."