Owner	Pose
Cain Marko	The weather is chilly. But it's not like that ever bothered Cain Marko to begin with. Wearing a coat so that he doesn't stand out too much, at least as much as one can not stand out when they're nine feet tall, the redheaded mercenary and sometimes supervillain walks along the paths of the park. Days off for him tended to be long, since he didn't have sleep to fill up part of them. So he usually ended up just wandering the city for long stretches. People he passes on the path tend to swing wide around him, his size and somewhat brutish face making them wary. He ignores them for the most part. Steps solid, making it seem like the ground should be shaking. He does occasionally stop to look at a squirrel, or observe a performer from a distance. But that's about it.
Megan Gwynn	Pixie is a real Winter type herself. She might not be naturally built for it, and her wings might make coats tricky but she's made do. She's actually cut slits in the back of her fur lined winter coat and put her wings through them, irridescent fluttery bits waving behind her as she traipses along. She has a pair of headphones on. Bulky ones even, and is singing to herself as she dances through the park. Backwards for a moment. "I'm walkin' on sunshine, Oh-oh-oh!" She belts out at the top of her lungs, heading right in Cain's direction... not looking where she's going! She might get stepped on. Or at the very least run into the wall of a man.
Cain Marko	Cain is glancing over to the side, considering a cart that seems to be selling pretzels. His breath leaving him in great clouds. He hears a tiny but loud voice singing, then looks forward again just before Pixie is about to hit him. He doesn't move because... well. Why would he? People move for him. He ends up having a winged (those have to be fake, right?) girl bump into him, with her only raising up to around his stomach. He does reflexivly settle an enormous hand on her to steady her, blining slowly a few times down at her. "You should watch where you're goin, kid." Then he notices the headphones she's wearing, and tugs them off with the other head. "You should watch where you're goin." His voice is about what you'd expect from him. A deep, deep bass. Rough and rumbly.
Megan Gwynn	Pixie bumps into the man's... leg. As short as she is in comparison to him that's about all she can do. She blinks and -squeaks- as she realizes she's run into something, stopping and looking up. Way up. Oh. My. God. Her eyes go wide. A little shimmery. "You. Are. So. Tall!" She blurts out, headphones falling from her ears to rest around her neck. Those ears? They're pointed. Definitely means the wings are probably real too. She flutters a bit, toes leaving the ground by about an inch as she resists the urge to go higher to get a better look at the man. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention!"
Cain Marko	The mans lips twitch at the response from the seemingly teenage girl with the purple hair. It would be understandable if she'd thought she bumped into a wall at first. He's that solid. And broad. And tall. "That I am." He focuses briefly on the pointed ears, then glances at the wings. Ah. So she's a mutant. Or was bitten by a radioactive dragonfly. Or some insane wizard brought a fantasy figurine to life. Something. The world is weird. "S'not like a tiny thing like you could hurt me anyway. But you could hurt your... wings." He squints at her. Hmmm... doesn't look familiar. If she's somebody he's fought before, he can't remember her. He's fought a lot of super types in the past, but he thinks a five foot tall Tinkerbelle would have stood out to him.
Megan Gwynn	Pixie would remember having fought the Juggernaut... but maybe not. She's kind of flighty. "Oh I wouldn't wanna hurt you." She beams out, flashing her brightest smile as she flutters a little higher, to look the man in the eye. "I'm, uh. Megan. Nice to meet you." A hand is held out to him as she speaks. "I bet you get a lot of people running into you, right? I mean as big as you are they probably. You know. Just boop."
Cain Marko	Cain considers the offered hand, then wraps his own around it. It's entirely engulfed. He shakes carefully. "Cain. Nice to meet you, kid. And I suppose so. I usually run into them, though." Or over them. Or through them. "I'd think you'd have to worry more about people steppin on you." His eyes flick to the wings. "Those are somethin. Suppose you have some trouble blendin into a crowd too, huh?" He does offer her a small smile. He's not exactly handsome, but he can manage to look friendly enough when he actually tries.
Megan Gwynn	Pixie actually blushes for a second when her hand is engulfed. It's a funny feeling after all! She still flutters there though, nodding her head. "Cain. Like Abel and Cain? Do you have a brother?" She asks him with a little laugh, fluttering this way and that, when he releases her hand. She never flits away too far, but she is rather... pixielike. "Yeah... it's hard. I mean I just like singing and dancing, you know? So people give me a pretty wide space." She totally doesn't think it's the wings.
Cain Marko	The corner of his smile droops a little at her question. "Yeah. I got a brother. He's kind of an asshole. But he's not named Abel." He does indeed release her hand eventually, crossing his thick arms over his chest. "Yeah. The singin an dancin. That must be it. Not everybody enjoys that sorta thing." He manages to not roll his eyes. His eyes following her as she darts here and there. "You seem quick on your, uh, wings." He starts to walk down the path again, seemingly assuming she'll just follow him. "What about you, Megan? You got any brothers or sisters?" He thinks about it. "Hmm. And it's a Sunday. Don't you got school tomorrow or somethin? Shouldn't you be at home sleepin?"
Megan Gwynn	Pixie is a nimble little thing, it's true. Much fast. Very wow. She flutters alongside him as he walks though, not even trying to keep up on foot. It would be silly. "Nope... I'm pretty much on my lonesome." She admits, hands clasping behind her back below her wings as she flutters near the man. "And I'll have you know I'm an adult. I don't have a curfew or anything. I can be wherever I want!" Which is only partially a lie. Adult? Yes. Curfew? Yes. "What about you? Shouldn't you be at home, sleeping?"
Cain Marko	Cain nods his head. "Yeah. I know how that is. I've been on lonesome a long time." He doesn't seem visibly bothered by that fact. The assertation that she's an adult gets a skeptical look from the much older man. Of course, everybody has started looking like kids to him. So maybe he's judging her wrong. "Uh-huh. Clearly. Sleeping? I don't sleep much." Or at all. "And it's not that late if you're not a student. Do you live near here? It IS kind of late to be walking home." It was a pretty odd sight, though. The enormous mountain of a main walking along with a petite pretty much literal pixie fluttering around him, chatting normally. They get more than a few stares from other people while they move.
Megan Gwynn	Pixie is used to the stares. People always stare at her. It's probably the headphones and cheerful attitude. She breaks into a weird little gigglesnort at the mention of being a student and just shrugs her shoulders, doing a little spin in front of the man. "Nah, I'm my own woman. I go where I want. When I want." Respect her authoritah! "I mean you could walk me somewhere safe if you want. But I don't think anyone's gonna attack me. This is a park!" Parks are dangerous at night, Pixie. Be more aware.
Cain Marko	Oookay. So it might not be just her mode of transport that's flighty. "Kid, the park is never safe for a cute girl alone. Especially at night. I should prolly walk you wherever it is you're goin." He might be a violent mercenary. But he wasn't a monster or anything. He gives his head a little shake. "Where we headed?" He stops in place to wait for her answer. reaching out with a massive hand and casually flicking her on the tip of the nose.
Megan Gwynn	Pixie blinks a few times at the nose flick!. "You think I'm cute? Awwww." She says with another little flutter of her wings before she looks left. Then right. Decision time, Megan. She taps a finger against her lips as her feet touch the ground. "Hmmmm. That way." She points off towards one of the exits from the park. "I'm pretty sure I live that way." And that's the direction she goes! Marching, should Cain follow her or not!