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Micola Maximoff	It is almost seventy degrees in NYC. That means that the foot traffic is up and Brighton Beach has been a little swamped by those looking to get out of the house and enjoy some sunshine before heading back to work on Monday. Hunter's Moon had seen some walk ins, but Micola was currently finishing up sweeping the steps and changing the signage on the doors to the shop. The woman is dressed in pair of black tights with thin belts that wrap around her waist, an ocean blue cropped sweater and black booties. The door is open so she gives a call inside, "Hey Shane, I'm thinking of going to grab something to snack on, you want anything?" She leans against the door frame as she waits for a reply back.
Pietro Maximoff	Beach - and nice weather! Rare to find in March, truth be told. Pietro had been enjoying a lazy run across the water. Literally, across the water. The man zipped along as a blur, feet barely getting wet with each footstep. It was a sight to behold! Thankfully, he was not running through the people daring enough to dip toes in the water. Eventually, the man makes it to where people have become more and more prevalent. It was time for him to get to dry land and slow down. Moving up onto the shore, his speeds become far more normal. Regardless, fast or slow, he can perceive a familiar face standing in the doorway to a shop. He steps towards the Hunter's Moon. "Nice day... how is business?" He wonders, offering a wave to the woman he'd met in Central Park.
Micola Maximoff	Pietro Maximoff walking on water might be a joke...if it wasn't something that others could witness! Shane gives a look to the sudden arrival of someone before he manages to tell Micola that he was indeed wanting something. "Yeah, just bring me something back." he waves her off with a chuckle before he's turning back to his drawings. Micola gives a bit of a look over her shoulder and then turns with a happy wave, "Afternoon. Business is slow, but had a few people in earlier." she tells him. "How has your day been? Out enjoying our unseasonal weather?" she asks. Then she gives a bit of a quiet thought, "I was getting ready to head down to the Night Market, fancy joining me?" she asks him with a smile. "Totally understand if you're busy though." she adds. In case he has other business to attend to.
Pietro Maximoff	Pietro Maximoff says, "So long as there is business, correct? Slow is better than none. I expect more will need your services, as the weather warms. Baring skin seems an invitation to invest in new decor for one's body." Pietro muses, looking around the shop. "Do you normally have appointments?" The prince wonders. After surveying the room, and her coworker, he looks back to Micola. "My day has been good. I was able to run, I got to feel the spray of the ocean on my face." Of course, he made the spray, but that's beside the point. "The Night Market? That sounds sinister." He half-teases. "I can certainly join you. Is it an eatery?""
Micola Maximoff	"That is a good point on that, yes." Micola tells him with a smile. "We do see an uptick in the Spring and Summer. Tattoos are far more accepted today than they used to be." she comments. "Do you have any tattoos?" she asks him curiously. Then there is a nod of her head in the affirmative, "A few clients tend to make appointments. Mainly so we know what they are wanting and if we need to do big pieces." she smiles. "Walk ins are welcome though." she states. "Mmm, now I wish I could have spent the day at the beach." she muses. "Have you never been to the Brighton Night Market?" she asks him. "It possibly could be a little sinister...but I give my word that I'll protect you should we come across anyone that's got bad intentions." she gives a stern nod at that. "We'll...I'll be back at least, Shane." she muses. Then to Pietro, "It's more like an open air market. They have a place that sells baklava and I've been craving some." she explains.
Pietro Maximoff	There a shake of his head. "No. I do not know if I could sit still so long." Pietro admits, looking over at the tattooing equipment. "So for large pieces, like back pieces? Or arm sleeves?" He guesses, looking back to her after a moment. "I imagine some impulse buys are rather gratifying in summer. A bit of alcohol, then a decision to get art on their ankle or arm..." A nod. "I may not understand the appeal on a personal level, but I can certainly understand that others might have such needs." "I do not believe I have, no." The man muses. At the offer of protection, he gives her a slight smile. "I appreciate the protection, Micola. I will feel safe." "Interesting. Baklava. That sounds excellent." All the sugar and calories, he needs. The man burns through them so fast. "Is it lunch break, then? I hope I am not intruding or interrupting." He asks, even as he motions for her to lead on.
Micola Maximoff	Micola gives a thoughtful look to him, "Maybe you'd need a super fast person to do it. So it wouldn't feel like that long." she states with a smile. She gives a nod to his questions, "For those types, yes. Also there is consultation for when people have an idea, but don't know how to put it on paper themselves. I do a lot of drawings, sketches and portraits in those times." she explains. "I do have a no drunk tattoos policy. Buzzed...that's fine. Completely knackered is something I wouldn't feel comfortable with." she states. "Though I have debated starting to tattoo random pokemon on drunk jerks who come in and want to force the issue." she smiles brightly to that. "We get a lot of butterfly and flower requests in the Spring and Summer. College girls wanting to commemorate the trip. It's not a bad thing." she adds to that. She leads the way, giving a look over to him as they walk, "Shane has an appointment with a client so I like to give him some space and it was a perfect time to get out and enjoy some food and a walk. Company was a bonus." she tells him with a warm smile. "On the topic of tattoos, blank canvases are just as beautiful as painted, so don't ever feel pressured to get them." she comments as they head to the Brighton Night Market
Pietro Maximoff	A slight smile. "I have only met a few fast people in my life - none of them dabbled in tattoo art, as far as I know." The man listens, smirking at her policy. "I suspect it would save you a lot of heartache and legal fees in avoiding to ink drunken people." There's a nod of approval. "It is a good policy, indeed." There's a bit of a chuckle at the suggestion of random Pokemon. "That might backfire - with people bringing in their drunken friends to get inked, without their understanding of what might be going on." There's a nod, the man smirking. "Yes, some tattoos accentuate the frame or figure of people. And especially when done with an artist's touch." "No pressure, I assure." The man agrees. "It takes quite a bit for me to feel pressured, I assure you." He looks her up and down. "You have ink done - is that your own work?"
Micola Maximoff	Micola gives a soft hmm, "Maybe you can bring them by and I can give a few lessons? Maybe speed tattoos would be the next rage. I know a lot of people who are just impatient or the fear of it being painful makes them shy away." she comments with a grin. It was more a joke. She turns the corner, "Tada!" she makes a big motion with her hands, the fairy lights and things twinkling as the market comes into view. "If it's too...busy we can bail. That won't offend me." she admits. "Yeah...I try to avoid legal trouble. I don't have a record and I try to keep it that way unless I really really need to break a law." she states in a quiet tone. "Drunk people make mistakes, I'd never really take advantage of a situation like that. Even if someone was being a huge pain about wanting a tattoo." she nods to him. "I did some of my tattoos, yes. Sometimes it's easier to tattoo oneself if you have the means and the talent. Plus trying to tell folks what a symbol means gets funny looks." she gives a chuckle. "I apprenticed for many years before I bought my place in January, my old boss did my other tattoos." she tells him.
Pietro Maximoff	There's a chuckle, the man shaking his head. "If I find they have any artistic interest or ability, I will send them your way. You could be on the cutting edge of things, if people can get away from their predjudices." It's no doubt there would be many who would balk at a mutant artist working on their skin. The atmosphere is taken in, the man pausing as they step into the market proper. "This should be fine. I am protected, after all." He winks to her. "It is good to hear of people with morals. The world tends to drift away from them, even as we become more aware of missteps." A shake of his head. A look over to her again, and a hrm. "I would think that working on yourself might be more difficult." He comments. "Anticipation and such. Along with having tattoos on areas that your dominant hand cannot reach."
Micola Maximoff	Micola does give a gentle sigh at that, "Yes, predjudices against our kind do tend to take the sparkle out of things." she admits. "Most of my clients don't know I'm a Mutant, but if they ever asked I'd be honest with them. I kind of figured our pro-mutant stance at the shop answered that question for them honestly." she explains. She gives a smile to him, "Let's do this." she shimmies a little happily as she heads for the destination she was intending on. The smell of fresh baklava wafting up as they head in deeper. "I'm sure someday I'll be in a situation where I have to be the bad guy...but I'd like that to be in a few years...when I'm older and a bit wiser." she chuckles. His comment on tattooing yourself does make her smile though as she tugs up the left sleeve on her sweater, beneath is a single tattoo that's black and goes from the bend of her elbow to her wrist. It is definitely not a perfect piece and has some imperfections. "You're right, I messed this one up as I was inexperienced and...it hurt." she tells him. "This was the first tattoo I gave myself. And oh boy was it something my grandpa hated." she muses.
Pietro Maximoff	The Prince's eyebrow raises at the reveal of her mutant heritage. She's given a nod and a smile. "Always a pleasure to meet a fellow mutant." The man offers, sincerely. The pro-mutant stance is also appreciated. "If you ever run into any issues due to your policy, do let me know." Following her through the market, he keeps a wary and curious eye out on the stalls and shoppers. All the sights are taken in. "Interesting place. How did you find this baklava vendor?" "Good and bad are fluid in some instances. One day what you do is correct for the time, but looking back on it you might see it in another light. And vice versa." A slight smile at that. "And then it will change again, some time. There are some inalienable evils and goods, though." A wry chuckle. He peers at the tattoo. "Psychopomp?" He guesses, looking to her. "It must have hurt - and been difficult for positioning. Still, far better than I could do."
Micola Maximoff	Micola gives a little lopsided smile to the man, "It's easier to tell other mutants. Most others I try to tell just give me odd looks." she shrugs to that. Then there's a nod to him, "I'll definitely let you know, though I wouldn't want to annoy anyone." she chuckles to that. She seems at ease here, maybe because she knows the place...or at least the direct path to precious pastry. "My mother used to come here with one of her boyfriends when I was younger and I have a bit of a sweet tooth. So good memories are attached to the place." she explains. She does give a little nod of agreement on good and bad, "Grey areas, No light without dark, yes." she states. "Makes trying to stay on the up and up with life harder sometimes, but we adapt." she states. There's a grin when he knows the tattoo, "Yep!" she nods to that. "It did hurt, but it ties into who and what I am, so it was worth it." she smiles to that. "Have you had Baklava before, Pietro?" she asks him.
Pietro Maximoff	"Indeed. Most mutants will be better receiving the news of other mutants." A chuckle, the man looking around as they near the vendor. "And someone troubling a mutant friend is not annoying to be alerted to. I tend to want to rectify the situation when possible." A smile from Pietro. He follows her, since she is sure in her path. "Fond memories are the ones that keep us warm at night." There's a hint of sadness in his voice, quickly shaken off. "Gray or silver." He half-jests, given his heroic name. "Adaptation is everything that mutants are about." "How does it tie into you, then? Mythical guidance of those who have passed?" He wonders, regarding her. "And yes, I grew up in Romania - it was a treat for us."
Micola Maximoff	"That we do." Micola chuckles. "Though I did run into one that told me that my personal appearance was than than stellar. I didn't get her name though. I was running late for picking up new strings for my guitar." she chuckles to that. There is a softer smile, "I do enjoy making friends." she tells him. "If situations get dire I do have a baseball bat." she offers. The hint of sadness in his voice makes her give him a soft, but questioning look, though she doesn't let the question pass her lips. She didn't need to dig at him. "Mmm, is that where Quicksilver came from then?" she teases him gently. "Adapting is how we keep alive most of the time. Or that is how a lot of our fellows have explained it." she admits. The stall with the baklava is in range when he asks about her tattoo and its tie in. "I see deaths." she tells him. "Murders...violence that leads to a death. I see it all." she tells him. "I have some affinity for ferrying souls...but my power for that didn't come with directions. Nor did my other one." she explains. She gets her money out, "Well...let me buy you a treat. It's not a lot, but we can share some and you can take some home if you like...in case you get a craving as well." she offers with a bright smile.
Pietro Maximoff	He looks at her askance. "Less than stellar? They clearly were not trying to make a good impression." He shakes his head. "We all look unique, for a reason. Were we all clones, we would look rather boring." A nod. "And a baseball bat may work, but... if not." He grins. "Do let me know." "I would say the silver came in later, in terms of morality meanings." He teases back. "Indeed. Our bodies change dependent on what we need. Oddly enough, I suspect our genetics have a plan in mind for each of us, regardless of how diverse our talents may be." Piero pauses a moment, just barely so. "You see future deaths? Or what caused a death?" He wonders, moving easily to catch up. "How do you ferry souls, then? Can you ... go over to the other side?" A chuckle. "No, none of our gifts come with instructions, alas. There are those who can help you hone them over time, however." He gives a gracious bow of appreciation to the woman. "I will accept, and look to return the favor in the future. Are you getting some for your co-worker as well?"
Micola Maximoff	"I actually don't know what was up. They turned out to be alright, but that was after they were coiled up at some big dude that wandered our way." Micola admits. "I think I look fine, I also know that I stand out, which isn't great, but..." she shrugs. "I do like your hair though, so no cloning." she chuckles. "I think you'd get there before a bat could connect if I'm being honest." she points out. "It is a good name though." she tells him in regards to Quicksilver. "I guess my grandpa's moniker for me is what I'd use if I was a big time hero." she muses. She then looks to him, those eyes of hers more on the golden side as she regards him, "The time for them is a weird thing. As an example I had a vision of my grandmother passing and it didn't happen till two weeks later. I've seen deaths that were reported the next day...and I've seen murders that have never been reported." she whispers. "There is something that allows me to pass over with a soul or a ghost, I can't pinpoint it, but yes...I can go to the other side." she admits to him. "I've never told anyone this. Because I didn't want to sound crazy." she tells him. "I can recreate a death as well...but that is hazardous." she states. His bow catches her off guard and makes her giggle a bit, "Nooooo, you don't do that." she tells him. "I think I should be bowing or curtsying or something...and I'm sure I'll get in trouble at some point for not doing it." she chuckles. "Yeah, I'm grabbing Shane some, since he'll take some home to his girlfriend." she explains. She then places their orders, "Do you want a drink?" she asks him as she looks over her shoulder to him.
Pietro Maximoff	There's a sigh from Pietro. "Some of our people are defensive from the start, spiky at best. Years of torment tends to have that affect - often on those who show obvious signs of their mutations." A slight shrug. "You look perfectly fine, Micola." He grins. "Tattoos are all coming into fashion nowadays." A nod as well. "Depending on where I was, possibly. I recently ran into someone faster... though not a mutant." There's a frown at that. It's clear he's not pleased that he's not topping the chart. Fingers run through his hair. "I am fond of it - now. When I was younger it was a frustration. Shall I ask after the moniker? Or should I wait to hear of heroic acts in the paper?" He smiles. "Interesting on the timing - do you know how far off you are when you see these visions?" A low whistle of awe as she mentions being able to cross over. "You see things many fear or are curious about." He says, quietly. "Impressive gift. And... recreate a death? As in create a vision for others?" A wry grin. "Are you telling a Prince what he can and cannot do?" His brow arches, grin still there to show he's teasing. "And the formal bowing and such only happens at formal court or when greeting in Genosha." He shrugs. "At least for me. I cannot speak for Her Majesty." He looks over the options. "Perhaps some tea?"
Micola Maximoff	Micola gives a nod of agreement to him, "I think they had a history, but they were being cordial at least." she admits. There is a slight blush when he tells her that she looks fine, "I'll tell them you said that if I come back across them. Might throw a 'neener' on it." she muses. "I'm not that bratty, really." she shakes her head. She didn't get too talk this much to others, so she was excited. Her eyebrow quirks up, "Faster than you? I mean...if reports from other cities are correct there are a few hyper speedy people, depending on what grants the power it could just have more..." she looks for a word..."Oomph!" she gives a little bounce of her heels. Yes...'OOMPH' is totally scientific! "You're absolutely our still the favorite though, your Zippiness." she tells him. Then she sobers after she orders their teas, stepping to the side to wait for the order. She turns to him, fidgeting with her hands nervously, "Charon is the name my grandfather gave me. I mean...it fits given my love of Ancient Greece and things." she tells him. "I don't know how far some of them are. I look at obituaries at the end of the week and see if any of the faces come up...or if any Jane or John Doe's might match." she explains. "When I say...recreate a death I mean I can relive the experience like it's in HD or a simulation. The first time I did it I was very poorly prepared and got hospitalized." she admits. "I think if someone touches me while I recreate that I could branch the viewing to them as well, but it would be so horrible for them." she comments. "I mean...just a bit." she gives him a bright smile. "Though I will not make it a habit." she adds with a little crossing of her fingers over her heart.
Pietro Maximoff	"We all have history - how we carry us generally influences how we react to others." Pietro decides. "Feel free to tell them that, then." A smile to the woman as he relaxes for just a breath. Then it's back to his controlled posture. "Sans the neener." "I had one of them invite me to a race. I was... very much outmatched." That is sour to him, no hiding that at all. "But they explained it was an external force that gave them their speed. And others." A shake of his head. "I do not understand, personally. Everything I have comes from me." There's a blink, the man /staring/ at her at the title. "Perhaps not that title, hrm?" He smirks. "I would not wish to have my sister hear that and make it a nickname." "The ferryman? Or is it a deity as well?" He hrms, trying to recollect. As more explanations occur regarding the gift she has, he listens. "I cannot imagine that reliving that is any less horrible for you." He comments, quietly. As she concedes that she's bossing around a member of royalty, he grins. "Very brave of you, Micola."
Micola Maximoff	Micola gives a playful pout, "Sans the neener, got it." she states, smiling again after that. She gives a nod to him, "For a long time I didn't want to get close to anyone, because I was afraid that I'd see them dying or they'd die and their ghost would stick around until I helped its..." she breathes out, "It's heavy." she states. Then they have tea being put on the counter in to go cups, "Looks like everything is accounted for." she smiles to that. "I wonder if it is a mystical power. Might be something I could read up on." she admits. She was curious about it. When she looks over and catches him staring like that she feels her soul leave her body, "Oh...I said it outloud...oh no." she whispers. "I will forever put it out of my mind. You have my word." she tells him. Then she nods, "Yes, the Ferryman." she states. "He's more of a...miniboss I think. Not full on diety." she adds. "I use the power sometimes when people have murders that they can't solve, but otherwise I don't tend to break it out as a parlor trick given the aftermath is very much not fun." she agrees. She takes the bags that are offered over, taking them in one hand and then picking up the drink carrier with the other, "We are set." she grins. "I am the bravest thing next to a scaredy cat." she grins. "Shall we head back and get a few bites before you need to zoom off?" she asks him with a soft smile.
Pietro Maximoff	Pietro Maximoff says, "I can only imagine. It ... I mean, have you ever been able to stave off the deaths you see? Prevent what causes it?" He wonders, eyes on hers now. "It is a burden to bear. Do you tell them? Do you try to save them? Will trying to change things cause exactly what you saw?" A shake of his head. "As I've been told, time is... malleable. Fate may not be so fickle." "I am not certain about this external force at all. They mentioned it can be used to move through time or even other dimensions." A smirk. "And yes, it was uttered aloud. Perhaps the last time it might ever be heard." He jests. A nod of approval. "It is a good use of your gift, to help others find closure and to help ensure justice is found and meted out." A smirk. "Most of our talents aren't suited for party tricks." "All set. Yes, let's go snack and return the goodies to your fellow artist. I would hate to think of him as starving.""
Micola Maximoff	Micola turns with a look to him as she finds the path that they'd taken to this place. "In school I had a vision of the school bully dying. He picked on the wrong kid. I desperately tried to save him, even though he'd been a horrible person to a lot of people. He died not long after that in the same manner I told them." she admits. "I was expelled from school and the police kept questioning me as they thought I had something to do with it." she frowns. "I tried. I still try." she tells him quietly. "Most times I don't know the people involved. But if I see landmarks that I can recognize I'll try to seek them out." she adds. "Hmm, definitely a neat power to have...however it was granted." she grins. "I won't say it aloud ever again. Maybe in my mind though." she wiggles her brows at him. "The NYPD pays pretty well for melting your brain on murder cases, though I do not recommend it." she tries to soften the talk with a joke. "Shane is well fed." she chuckles. "But yes, he'll be heading out in a bit and then I've got the shop to myself for the rest of the evening, so we'll see who comes and goes." she smiles to that.