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June Connor	SCENE FOLLOWS 15412 - Accdental Sendoffs and Missing Wallets https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=15412/Accidental_Sendoffs_and_Missing_Wallets     June wasn't about to stick around to get turned into the police. In the midst of the discussion between people who were far more powerful than she, it seemed the moment to take advantage of everyone's distraction. After all, Franklin had left, so she split shortly after going the opposite direction down the street. She sprints for a few dozen yards, and then quickly returns to a walking pace, a quick glance behind her to see if anyone decided to follow her, and then back forward, stuffing her fingertips into the pockets of her shredded black shorts. "Crazy magic people," she huffs, a scowl of disapproval on her face as she steps around a businessman going the opposite direction.
Franklin Richards	As she walks away, the others engage in an escalating argument behind her. Some individuals even leave to call the police on Franklin, citing concerns of kidnapping. It seems that abruptly sending people to another country without prior notice raises legal questions. Meanwhile, Franklin had seemingly vanished, but it becomes apparent that he had only executed a ruse, lurking not too far away, attentively observing the entrance. As June departs, a subtle grin graces his lips. He makes the decision to tail her, matching her hurried pace. A soft chuckle almost escapes his lips when June eventually slows to a walking pace, allowing him to narrow the distance between them. A familiar voice, dripping with recognition, breaks the silence. "Yea I don't get how it all works either." It originates from behind her. Franklin, adopting a casual demeanor with his hands clasped behind his head, trails behind, his gaze sweeping the surroundings. He can't help but sport a smile as he inquires, "So, where are we headed?" Curiosity laces his words as he redirects his attention to June, exchanging glances with the buisness man so they know to keep walkin. Franklin's gaze returns to June, and he playfully remarks, "You didn't think my assistance came free of charge, did you?" A soft chuckle accompanies his words. He resumes trailing behind, maintaining a discreet presence. It's evident that Franklin possesses a genuine sense of heroism, committed to aiding others until their need for help dissipates, not just to stop once the threat is gone, regardless of their preferences.
June Connor	June jumps with the sound of the voice. "Fuck!" she jolts around. Where did that knife come from? It's a kunai dagger, not what a lot of street thugs carry that. Held in her right hand she takes a step retreating pose. "The hell man?" Apparently she didn't find it very polite for him to just suddenly appear behind her. As he continues his comments she looks bemused in a certain sardonic way. "Oh oh," she says with a knowing smile. "So it's like that? Huh?" She doesn't elaborate on exactly what 'that' is. She glances over his shoulder just to make sure that there aren't any other magic folks joining him, and then looks back at him. Her stance relaxes a little, though she's definitely still poised to move.
Franklin Richards	Franklin stops and holds his hands up, with a smile as he looks at the dagger though it is only for a moment before he looks back at her directly. Franklin has a smile on his face as he does enjoy her reaction as it isn't often he is able to surprise his powered friends anymore. "Yes, I had some questions, and I was." he pauses for a moment, "Curious." he sighs a bit as he tilts his head at her. "So here I am. Alone as the others don't understand. It is all black, and white for them." he slowly lowers his hands to put them back where they were in a relaxed fashion. "Life is not easy, I do not judge, but I helped you.. twice actually." and grins a bit as there was no video evidence of her either, but he wouldn't tell her that part, "So here I am to see what your about. Catch an.. day in the life of a pickpocketer." and chuckles lightly. "Though if you stand with that dagger out for too long your going to attract attention." he notes, looking back at the dagger for a moment. "It is really not neccesary, I would not help you to later hurt you. It would be illogical." he notes, but stays in his spot as he doesn't want to panic her more then his little surprise earlier.
June Connor	"So that's your best pick up line?" June asks. The kunai flips in her hand, and she returns it to a position behind the belt on her shorts. "I don't put out that easy," she says with a bit of a snub. Clearly she thinks this is an attempt at getting in her pants. "And honestly that whole -teleport them to the other end of the planet- thing? Creepy as hell powers. And you find me one person on this planet that acts according to logic, and then you can use that as a rationale why I think you wouldn't hurt me later." Her posture is agitated, uncomfortable, as if she's ready to start running for her life, showing that despite her tough girl attitude, she's a bit intimidated by Franklin's presence.
Franklin Richards	Franklin chuckles, and rubs the back of his head a bit confused. "Why do all the ladies think I am hitting on them?" he asks a bit rhetorically as she is not the first person to answer like this. "While I do like ladies, if I was hitting on you I would not mention being owed." he sighs, and shakes his head. "Those people are the worst, even more creepy then those magic users." he sighs a bit then thinks as she had a bad view on him already, and he really wasn't here to hurt her or anything so he had to think of a way to convice her of that. He frowns a bit, "Though I find it sad you think my powers are creepy, but I get it as it can be scary to see things that are unexplainable." his smile returns as he figures it out, "I can explain how it works if you would like? Maybe that would help smooth things over a bit?" People fear what they don't know, but maybe if she knew a bit more she would be less freaked out, or maybe not as telling people you can edit reality can have the reverse effect sometimes. He stands in silence just considering this as she looks at him then just shrugs, "I know two, but being one of those I get your point on the logical. I don't expect you to just belive me, it would be a nice change, but I am not sure what to say to convince you I am not here to hurt you." he thinks about it out loud, "I mean if you were to go after my family or something maybe I would change my mind, but I mean it would need to be on the extreme side of things such as that. Then again I would heavy suggest you don't do that as they are all special like me." Franklin's body language shows no signs of deception or anything. He looks wide open, as if he doesn't even feel the need to protect himself, and looks like someone who has not been in a dangerous situation for a long, long time. "So Miss what are you doing? You off to steal more stuff, or regroup with some other nefarous people?" he asks, and sounds almost excited as he was curious and liked to see what people in her situation did out there as he was seperated from it all together his powers way too strong to be any kind of criminal. If he went bad they would send everyone to stop him, as Franklin couldn't have bad days when he could so much to ruin everyone, and it wasn't just June that was afraid of his powers.
June Connor	June's green-eyed stare changes a little from frightened to genuinely baffled, and finally to ironically amused. She laughs as he finally suggests that she's meeting up with other nefarious people. "Oh, yeah yeah, that's it." She turns to start walking, but she doesn't necessarily seem to be retreating, because she keeps talking. It's clear she isn't concerned with whether he follows her as much as a moment ago. "I'm just gonna go report to that supervillain buddy I know right now," she gives the sarcastic answer. "You know us evil doers just gotta stick together and form our evil leagues of badness and shit." She glances back at Franklin. "You're either funny as hell, or clueless as hell," she assesses him out loud.
Franklin Richards	Franklin follows with a grin, he nods as he listens to her. "Oh I wonder if it is someone I know." he considers taking her word for truth. "Most of them I know are way too out of your payscale though." he waves a hand, "No offense, but I doubt they have an open door policy at Hellfire, or the actual League... I think that is still going." he stops talking to consider as a League of villians was around for a little bit. He just smiles, and looks at her. "Also why can't it be both?" and chuckles, "To be honest when it comes to street crime I am a bit clueless, I usually have to deal with stuff up there." and he points to the clouds, as he means space, but shrugs a bit. "It is hard to see the ground from above the treeline if you get what I mean." and sighs a bit, "But I must of got lucky if I stumbled into a whole group. I figured you worked on your own from no-one being there to help out while you were being chassed. Were they not able to get there in time, or were those two rivals?" he asks again taking her seriously as he now tries to picture a bunch of groups all doing different crimes trying to take each other out like gangs or something.
June Connor	There's a roll of the eyes as June listens to Franklin's many comments. "Yeah, people like me don't generally get help," she answers. "Superheroes are more likely to kick my ass than help me. So I do what I gotta do. I figure it out instead of rely on some self-absorbed prick in tights to try to impress the public with feats of rescuing me as their damsel in distress." She keeps walking, and maybe it's intentional that she passes another pedestrian so close that Franklin may need to change which side of her he's walking on to keep up with her.     "You're right, up thre in the clouds it's hard to see the shit on the ground. There's only like ninety-nine percent of the people on Earth on the ground, right? Don't wanna spend too much time there if you're gonna help people." Clearly she has no understanding of cosmic threats, aliens or angels. "Your powers aren't creepy because I don't understand them. People aren't scared of mutants and shit because they are different. That's just a dumb propaganda thing."
Franklin Richards	Franklin chuckles at the superhero comment, and smiles a bit at that. "Fair, a bit harsh, but fair." though after he finishes chuckling he continues, "They are trying to do right, some lose focus on that I will agree, but even then they still save people, and try to keep things stable." he sighs a bit as he considers, "I wish there were more people out there that were in it to selflessly help, but again I can't judge I am a bit to seperated to tell them it is wrong, as much as I can't say what you do is wrong." he shrugs a bit at this. "I did try to fix it once. I eleminated crime for a few days before my parents told me to stop it." he smiles at the memory. "I was twelve at the time, and it was before the limitors they forced on me, but I don't help like that as much anymore as it isn't what people need." he let that sink in a bit, as crime was a needed thing as much as the heros. Without either the world would be a totally different place, and the people would not like it at all. To her next comment Franklin frowned, "You are right.. I should pay more attention, but for every one person here is trillions in space." he sighs a bit as he looks up. "It is crazy out there with people stronger then anything here, and whole civilizations surpressed because one person gets a complex." he shakes his head, "I do try to keep an eye on both, but it is difficult sometimes though I will admit I do feel guilty about it," he admits a bit sadly as he wishes he could do more sometimes. He doesn't disagree with her, as she is right, as from the perspective of any person on Earth him doing all that stuff has no benifit to their lives, hardly do they know by solving it out there it doesn't come here, and Franklin wouldn't say that as he doesn't do it for credit. He just frowns a bit looking at the ground for a moment, before continuing, "Well how bout I explain, first thing is my power isn't to telport people." he looks forward as he explains, "My power is to change reality. Space, Time, Gravity, the works. If it is one of the fundemental rules of Reality I can change it. For example those portals, were actually just space folded on itself. I am sure you have seen it in the movies, where they fold the piece of paper in some long explination?"
June Connor	When Franklin mentions stopping crime for a few days when he was twelve she stops in her tracks. She turns to him, looks him over. Her jaw is set. "When you were twelve." She sets her jaw. "So you're tellin' me, that you could stop...ALL the shit? I think you're full of shit. Nobody can do that. How old are you? Like 20?" She motions with both hands at him, as if to present him. "Holy fuck people, here we got God right here! He can fix all that's wrong everybody!" she yells at the indifferent New York streets, who don't do much, except maybe a few give a slightly wider berth. "But he sure as hell isn't. Wouldn't be right and all, would it?"
Franklin Richards	Franklin looks down, "I use to be able to, they stopped me because it was too much." he notes, though even now there were ways around it even if he didn't use it. He stops to not run into her, and looks at her. "So now you understand. I am not god, as I am not omniknowledgble, I only can effect reality." he notes, and smiles a bit at her unbelief. "I am twenty one.. so two thousand three I think it was." he recalls, as he thinks about it. "It is the only two days that had no crime, a day off for everyone criminals, and heros." he then considers aloud, "though we are only talking America, as that was were my focus was. I could of most likely done it world wide, but I didn't picture it that way back then as my home was my world." he noted. He sighed a bit, as she didn't believe him, though he figured she would eventually if she went and looked it up, as it was true. He looked at her for a moment, "Would you want me controlling what you do? I meam for you to stop doing any crime not because of what you want, but because your compelled to?" he asks her seriously, then shakes his head, "No it was a childish dream when I did not understand the consiquences of doing such things." he sighs a bit, "And please stop calling me God, I mean it is New York, but still.. It is kind of tradmarked, and I would hate to upset him by taking credit." he notes, as while he didn't believe in God god, he had seen the Devil himself, and thought it made sense that there might be someone with powers equal to what people believed God to be.
June Connor	June seems even more insensed when the year is said. "2003," she echoes. And then she bursts into motion. Her right hand reaches to grab him by the collar, and despite her smaller size, she shoves with all of her strength to push him up against the stone wall of the nearest building.     "Not. Fucking. Funny." Her finger points at Franklin in the face, her fingernail only centimeters from his nose. "This some sort of sick joke to you?" Her face is red, and she's almost trembling with rage. "Just see if you can dick around with someone to get a rise?"
Franklin Richards	Pushed against the wall he is pinned there as he doesn't fight back. He doesn't even look angry at her more confused, and sighs at her as sure it hurt a bit being slamed against a wall, but he had gone through worse then this. He looks at her seriously. He is quiet for a moment and thinks for a moment, "Do I look like I am kidding?" he asks her seriously his face shows that he is not. "I guess that was a bad time for you?" he guesses at her actions. Then he explains, "People are natrually violent, they had to be to survive, remember when I said consiquences." he looks at her not trying to hide from her anger instead accepting it. "Crime spiked, good people suffered." he admited not backing away from any consiquences of his actions. He looked at her, "Tell me what happened. Who was it?" he asks her softly not trying to pry, but knowing it might be better for her to talk about it since there was so much anger behind it. Deep deep down he knew it wasn't really his fault, as people just did bad things, and it wasn't him or anyone else controlling them, but them making their own decisions, but he did blame himself at times. "Would it make you feel better to hit the boy that tried to stop it. Even though I was a kid, it was stupid, and I can't say I had no blame." he sighs a bit, "But everything I have told you is the truth, I do not lie to others as it is a waste of time. So please, take out what punishment you feel you must, as I will not stop you." he lowers his hands and slumps waiting for the punches to start.
June Connor	Yep, he's getting punched. Though not several times, just one good solid left cross as she releases him. "None of your business who it was. And THIS is why people are afraid of powers. Of mutants, and and and aliens," she stammers. "It's not because you're different. It's because you're not different! All the stupid mistakes. All the arrogance. They don't let kids drive cars because they can't be trusted with it. They shouldn't let anyone have powers because NOBODY can be trusted with it. But we don't get that choice. So people who have no business having powers get them, then other people are hurt. Because people are dumb and selfish. You got reality powers? You can just delete me, right? Or turn me into a frog, or just make me happy and forget that the last ten years of my life happened? So do it! Make me just blissfully ignorant! Make me forget it all!" It doesn't sound like she's kidding, but actually challenging him to do exactly what he claims he could do.
Franklin Richards	Franklin takes the hit, and does bleed like a normal person. He is quiet as he is dropped he slumps a bit against the wall as he leans there. He wipes his mouth to flick off the blood and looks at her. "Arrogance? Yes maybe, but in an impossible situation what is the answer?" he ponders though he reaches into a pocket to put a piece of cloth against his mouth to stop the bleeding. He mumbles, "I never said I was different, I am still human you are right, and as a human what should I do?" he sighs, "Control millions with no care about freedom, or willpower? A world of slave where nothing can go wrong until something knocks it off balance." he shakes his head, "No.. you are wrong, but if you wish to be shown.." He pushes off the wall, and looks at her his eyes now glow blue, "I will show you then." and his hand shoots out so very fast. Franklin did not look like much, but he had trained how to fight from Damian himself so he knew how to move quickly. He puts a hand on her head, "You will forget, for today, and only for today, and then you will remember again, but not only the past, but how it is to have forgoten someone so important." and then he does what she asks, she would not remember it, because it never happened. The person didn't exist in her memories for her to be upset with, and to her life had progessed to this point because there was never a parental figure at all. Franklin sighs to himself, "I know it isn't as good as being a frog, but I hope you will learn a lesson." he says as he tucks the memories away deep inside to be temporarly forgotten. "You should be careful what you wish for." he says, as he takes a step back as he wasn't sure how she would react to losing that large chunk of time.
June Connor	June backs up as Franklin's eyes glow. She's moved from angry to frightened in a heartbeat. "What?" she says with a little uncertainty. You'll make what forgotten?" She can't remember exactly what she asked for. She glances around, as if the world is a bit of a strange place. She breathes hard, that look on her face says she knows something is off. Then...apathy takes over.     She lets out a rather defeated sigh. "Whatever," she comments, slumping her own shoulders this time. "You wanna follow? Go for it. You can see all my wild loser human life. Just be warned you might just become depressed instead of enlightened. But if you want any uppers, you're buyin'. I'm broke."
Franklin Richards	The worries he had before didn't last long, but he had a purpose in letting her experience that brief loss. He wanted her to understand, to feel what it was like to lose control even for a moment, to emphasize how devastating it could be. It's something that one can truly comprehend only after experiencing it, even briefly. He could have made it a reality, but the effort required would have been immense, and that wasn't the point. His intention was to show her that despite the hardships she had endured, the choices she had made were better than the alternative--a listless existence she could have fallen into. He stands there in silence, watching her as he sighs, knowing that this is more of an internal process that he can't directly observe. Everyone has to make choices, and those choices define who they are. He had made his own choices, and he understands that until you witness what you might become without them, doubt and mistrust can linger. Perhaps she'll react by freaking out or even preferring that other form, but that's a risk he's willing to take. The blue light fades, and as June recovers what she had momentarily forgotten, the memory of that intermediate state remains. It's not forgotten entirely; the brief time as a person who made no choices, just existing as a moment, lingers in her mind but begins to fade. The human mind is designed to remember one reality of events at a time.
June Connor	June's face goes from apathetic to confused for a moment. What was she feeling? What was she thinking? Then she's frightened. "What...what was that?" she recoils a bit. "What the hell did you just do to me?" she demands, though her posture is more of a frightened animal. She knows of course what she asked for, but still seems alarmed and bewildered at it actually happening.
Franklin Richards	Franklin lets out a sigh and raises his hands, recognizing that telling people to calm down rarely works. "Just breathe," he advises, attempting to soothe her. "I just showed you an alternative... None of it is true," he reassures her, hoping to alleviate some of her anxiety. He smiles at her and adds with a touch of humor, "You did hit me rather hard." However, he knows that isn't the real reason for doing this. He begins walking and offers, "Besides, I was going to offer some lunch since you're broke." He glances back at her as he gets a bit ahead, pausing to face her again. "Maybe next time, you'll leave Miss Crowe alone, though? Really, what she could have done might have been much worse for bringing that stuff to her door," he admonishes, raising a finger to emphasize his point. "At least I'm willing to try to help you see something new and maybe lend a hand." He turns and starts moving towards one of the nearby fast food places. "Well, come on then. I'm sure you have questions. But if it helps, I'll start with the first one: I changed your life so that all those choices you hate so much were never made," he explains with a shrug and a small grin.
June Connor	June looks torn whether to bail on this situation, or to not dare let him out of her sight. Free food. Sure. She cautiously follows him into the restaurant. "You know it's not that right now I'm worried about," she says. "It's the fact that you just fucking changed my entire life with a thought. I mean, what the hell else could you do? And all it showed me is that I could have gone from filled with anger to filled with nothing? What kind of alternative is that? Like It's a Wonderful Life, but without the wonderful part?"
Franklin Richards	Franklin finds a booth and sits down, looking at her with a casual shrug. "Welcome to my life, all of those choices, all of those options. What do you do?" he muses, chuckling as he offers some suggestions. "Rich? Already there. My father is Reed Richards; if we need money, his ideas literally print it out." He shakes his head. "Power? No thanks. I have enough of that." He pauses for a moment as the waitress approaches their table. When she asks for his order, he doesn't really look at her, instead opening the menu to peruse it. He places an order for pie, a coffee, and a side salad, thanking the waitress by name. When she inquires how he knew her name, he casually mentions that it was on her name tag. Despite knowing that he never actually glanced at it, the waitress accepts the explanation with a chuckle. Lowering the menu, Franklin nods and says, "Order what you want; it's on me." He waits for her to place her order before continuing, "Quite the question, huh? And please, don't start ringing any bells. I'm not sure how that works," he adds with a chuckle.
June Connor	June sits down with a deliberate plop of indiscretion into her seat. "Hell, must be nice not to be worried about money, have power over people's minds and you're just bored as hell about it. You poor little shit, I feel so bad for you." There's a sneer of disgust.     She watches as he orders with a little charm, and looks at the menu. "I'll take that burger that looks like it was pulled out of a garbage dump." She points at the picture of one with messy grilled onions and an egg piling out of the sides." She didn't look long. She saw something at just ordered the first thing that was in front of her eyes. She has a scowl scrawled on her lips. "I mean, you could literally do almost anything you want. And NOBODY could stop you."
Franklin Richards	Franklin nods and offers a smile, saying, "Though sarcasm noted, I appreciate your sympathy, and thank you for the consideration. I hope you'll understand my reasons for sharing this with you." He takes a moment to ponder the situation. "Let's say what you think is true. The real choice is to be benevolent, malevolent, or absent," he sighs, a hint of frustration in his voice. "From the results, it seems like everyone chooses to be absent, but I believe I could do so much more, and those who know it keep questioning me about it." He shrugs a bit and continues, "I consider myself benevolent, and yet even my own family tries to restrict me." His gaze drifts out the window, lost in thought. Since the waitress had left after taking their order, they have the opportunity to discuss this more privately. Franklin turns to look at her and says, "Sure, I sneak in some lessons now and then. I'm not the best at it yet, obviously... But, I mean, you did ask for it. A thank you would be nice," he adds with a playful grin. However, his expression quickly turns serious as he mentions, almost as a side note, "I really don't like hurting people, so there goes the third option. So what... does it all mean nothing? Just ignore it?" He shrugs once more. "It all comes back to the first question I asked."
June Connor	"Your /family/?" June hisses the whisper. "What the hell kind of right do they have over you? My mom, she tried to shove me under her thumb my whole life. I didn't have any fuckin' powers to stop her. I just bailed. And I don't thank people for shit I don't like," she says with an accusing finger point. She turns that pointing finger into a run through her short red hair. "I can't believe I'm even telling you this. I'm such a dumbass. You could make me screw you right here and make everyone cheer you on, and Superman himself couldn't stop you. You don't have to answer to anyone. If I had that power? Believe me, I'd use it however the hell I liked. You feel like helping? You help. Doesn't matter if anyone thinks it is how you should. You feel like being a dick? You be a dick. Why should you care what anyone else thinks?" There's a certain shake in her voice. She's saying what she thinks, but it scares her quite a bit to say out loud the implications of his power.
Franklin Richards	Franklin smiles and nods. "Well, let's just say my family isn't one you can easily walk away from," he explains. "It's not a bad place there, but more of a 'let's age gracefully' kind of vibe." He shrugs, clearly not enthusiastic about the prospect of growing old and dying. "I can see your point, though. While it's true, we might come up with a more practical use than, let's say, hitting on ladies, you're not the one who has to live with those changes." He sighs and raises a finger with a grin. With a snap of his fingers, nothing immediately seems to change. However, Franklin points outside, and the street is suddenly full of ghostly apparitions. People walk through them, drive through them, as if they're not there, but all these apparitions are staring at the two of them. The waitress returns, oblivious to these supernatural occurrences. She cheerfully sets down their food and offers to get ketchup and other condiments for them. Franklin smiles and reassures her that everything is fine. She then turns and walks away as Franklin takes a bite of his salad, gazing out the window. After finishing it, he continues, "Could you explain this to them? All those people who wouldn't exist because you changed something." A little girl who bears a resemblance to June herself presses against the window, her face filled with curiosity. Franklin snaps his fingers again, saying, "That's enough of that; you'll scare the poor lady." Some of the other patrons begin to look at the two of them strangely, wondering why someone is snapping their fingers in a restaurant. The waitress remains unaffected, not having been snapped around. Franklin finishs with, "The world is vast, and there are still many things you don't understand. If I did just what I wanted with no care I am afraid people like even you would call me a monster."
June Connor	June takes a moment to notice the apparitions at the snap, and when she does, she seems less affected than by some of the other concepts that she's been encountering today. A parlor trick in her mind. "You don't have to explain things to people who don't exist," she says coldly. "And you don't get to explain things to people who are dead."     " She takes a sloppy bite from the burger in a very unladylike manner. Maybe stress makes her hungry. She chews, smacking carelessly. "Sho what if people call you a monshter," she says. "Who the fuck caresh if you get what you want? Hell, just make'm forget."