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 No one cares where you were yesterday, Feb 15th, 3:45pm//open (see note)
Pride
 Posted: Dec 28 2017, 07:39 PM
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Bongani was not sure he liked New York City. To be fair to The Big Pear (wait, Apple), he was pretty sure that it was due to everything that had happened to him over the past few months rather than anything wrong with the place itself. It was a world renowned city, after all, and when he’d first spotted it, its countless towering skyscrapers gleaming in the winter sun as they reached for the clouds, its arching bridges stretching across dark waters, the African man had understood why it featured so prominently in American movies (and seemed to be where all invading nations or aliens felt an attack would striker hardest at the American people). It was glorious in its overwhelming way. So full of life and sound and smells and activity. Even before he’d crossed its invisible borders Bongani had been able to tell that things there never truly settled.

And had Bongani been there on a voluntary visit, on a vacation, he likely would have found it fascinating...if still also a little overwhelming. After the past...oh he wasn’t even sure how many months now, after how frayed he felt, both body and soul, it made him feel small and jumpy like a mouse that knew a cat was lurking somewhere nearby but couldn’t figure out from where it would be pouncing.

The irony of that was missed on him because the shifter was also exhausted. It showed in every bit of his body language, from his hunched head and shoulders to the way his arms just hung from the pockets of his large, worn coat where his hands were seeking refuge to the trudge that made his too small shoes scrape the pavement with each step. The dog at his side, at least, seemed a bit more energetic and certainly more alert. Ears forward, tail up, eyes alert, Rafiki watched the new world passing by them, nose twitching with each fascinating, tempting smell the soft, cold breeze blew around them. He saw the buildings they passed, the people walking by, even the threat rolling slowly down the street behind them. Unfortunately, the mutt understood the importance of none of it.

A car door slammed shut, a voice called out. “Hey, you, with the dog.”

A little bleary eyed, Bongani looked up and around, not realizing at first that the voice came from behind him but quickly spotting why trouble was stirring. Dark eyes lost their sleepy glaze and the Kenyan felt his heart begin to patter as he took in the sleek, crisp store fronts with their fancy clothing, the well tended trees poking out of decorative grates on the sidewalk, the people who all looked important, clean cut, and like they belonged in the penthouses no doubt above him…

Oh...oh no.

Rafiki moved a few more steps forward before pausing to glance back at Bongani. The young man stood frozen, acutely aware that he did not look like he belonged there. Dirty, clothed in worn, stolen, mismatched clothes too big or small, he stood out on the tidy street like a injured finger and he caught more than a few uncertain, slightly hostile glances tossed his way. Swallowing, Bongani reached up to pull his hood down lower and tried to think invisible thoughts as he quickly hastened forward, eager to find a quick exit out of the wealthy neighborhood he hadn’t even noticed he’d blundered into.

The voice called out again, more forceful.

Bongani looked over his shoulder and felt his breath catch at the sight of two uniformed officers, one climbing out of the car parked at an awkward angle against the sidewalk, the other already walking toward him. Their expressions mirrored those of the people around him (many of whom began to back away from the confrontation they saw coming), but there was a hard, suspicious edge to their eyes and a menacing feel to their steps that made Bongani certain he was already in trouble despite what the nearest one said next. “We just want to talk…”

The shifter bolted.

“Hey!”

(Note: while this is open, it might be fun for somebody to think the guy running from the cops is the badguy and intervene. Just saying http://files.b1.jcink.com/html/emoticons/happy.gif)
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 Posted: Dec 30 2017, 01:12 PM
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Meriel had instructed Jeez to walk her little brother. Stan decision to stay so often in his room was beginning to make Merry anxious. She understood but she also didn’t like it. He needed to interact, to get out, to be around people. And never using his powers for anything other than to self-medicate was never going to give Stan any sort of control. So he was handed a leash, given some cash, and told to go away. He could come back when Jeez said he could.

He was banished until a dog gave him permission to return home.

Stan took it all in stride. He was a pretty good natured guy and while being around a ton of strangers typically took all of his willpower, he knew Merry wasn’t being malicious. She was just worried. Stan didn’t entirely agree that he needed worrying after but this was the prize he won for staying his room for three months. He got walked by the dog.

There was a rather cheery grin on his face as he wandered down the sidewalk of an upscale neighborhood in Queens. No doubt Jeez preferred to piss on rich people’s lawns. Spoiled pup. That’s what Merry got for raising the massive bear dog at the mansion. At least Jeez’s sire had been a hearty Oklahoma dog. Whoa would have peed on any ol’ tire. He didn’t need expensive sod and a butler to hold his leg up.

“Can we go home yet, boy? I’m cold.” The low velvet twang slipped comfortably from the country boy’s lips as he dutifully followed behind on holding the leash. There was a trail of flower petals behind them, a small blanket of wild flowers blossoming on the cement behind each of his footsteps. They’d wither and die within the hour but Stan’s presence gave them all the life they needed. The wildflowers were like a prettier version of a snail trail, instead of ooze, brightly colored buds and blossoms showed where the boy had been. Like Stan, they shivered in the mid-february air. “I ain’t like you or Mere, ya know. The flora don’t do as great in this weather as the fauna.” Jeez only gave a happy bark and continued his dedicated snuffle along the sidewalk. And that was that.

Both pup and boy looked up as another boy and his dog ran past, two LEOs on their tail. “Jeez.” He wasn’t Merry, but when it came to Jeez, no one had to be. The dog was hand raised by the animal girl. He was smarter than most grade schoolers. If given a choice between calling the dog or calling Neena for the chance to win a million dollars.... He’d call the dog. Two hundred pounds of muscle and fur bolted for Pride, taking him down with a well placed pounce between the shoulders. Stan simply walked toward the officers.

“Officer Luker!” Grinning ear to ear, the boy unwrapped his scarf to let them see his face. A pile of petals fell out as he did and fluttered gently to the sidewalk. One of the officers let out a groan. He recognized the little punk that was walking toward them with his hands raised. Stanford Myles, some sort of plant mutant and the bane of any LEO who wanted to bust the little shit for possession and intent to sell. The kid could change plants until pot wasn’t pot anymore but it still was just not enough to hold him... Luker didn’t get it but he didn’t like it either.

“Get out’ta here, Myles. You’re interfering in an arrest.”

Stan glanced back over his shoulder. Jeez was sitting on the sidewalk beside the boy and his dog, watching but not engaging. But the hood had fallen in the initial bowling over and... Mutant. Ah. This was going to be a thing. There was a slight cracking sound from the concrete but Stan kept his cheerful grin in place. “I was just gonna say thanks for finding my buddy. Ya know how dogs get, they just drag ya off and suddenly you’re in Queens. We were just fixin’ to head home. It’s fuckin’ cold.”
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Pride
 Posted: Dec 30 2017, 10:16 PM
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With Rafiki at his side, Bongani tore down the sidewalk, doing his best not to hit any of the people he sped past, clueless where to go to escape but knowing that if he failed to do so it would be bad.

Very bag.

If nothing else, he was in the country illegally with no identification, a dog he technically stole, and no believable way to explain any of it. Bongani didn’t know what American police did with illegal invaders but he was pretty certain that it would not be a fun experience for him. At the very least they’d take Rafiki away from him and right then he felt closer to his dog than he did to any other living creature on the planet. He couldn’t let them throw Rafiki into a pound and he did not want to find himself in prison.

Ergo, he ran.

And then something that he felt certain had to be a tank hit him square between the shoulders. A loud squawk of alarm burst from the African’s lips as he- already moving pretty quick on his own- flew forward and hit the pavement. Hard. The flimsy gloves on his hands tore as the sidewalk ripped through them and the first layer of skin beneath, a dozen bruises sprang to aching life as he tumbled, and Bongani could do absolutely nothing but lie there and stare at the sky in stunned shock when he somehow ended up on his back. Rafiki barked (angrily? Excitedly? Bongani’s head was too busy floating in the clouds to register which) at the big thing that knocked him flat then paced anxiously around his packmate’s head in confused distress.

Many moments passed before the shifter could do more than attempt to figure out what just happened and assess if he’d broken anything. He hurt- yup he hurt- but he didn’t think any bones had come out of the crash in more pieces. With a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a groan, he rolled onto his side enough to use the arm that hurt a little less to push himself into a seated position. His hood fell back against his shoulders but he didn’t notice because oh gosh that was a very large dog. Dark eyes widened and Bongani just stared at the shaggy horse for a moment before Rafiki demanded his attention by nearly crawling into his lap. A low growl rumbled up the mutt’s chest as the two of them both looked from the strange beast over to the far stranger person talking to the cops who’d been chasing him.

Were those...flowers...everywhere? On the sidewalk- no, growing out of the sidewalk? Falling from the stranger’s--

The flower man looked his way and, despite seeing that the person was clearly younger than he, Bongani froze, his confusion at everything that had just happened far overshadowed by his utter terror at having some giant dog clearly playing prison guard while he was on the ground and the two cops he’d been running from were near enough to move forward and grab him. There was nothing but this flower sprouting teenager between him and them and Bongani didn’t have a clue what the teen planned.

The skepticism from the cops was heavy. “Your buddy huh?” the second office drawled as she arched an eyebrow. The two shared a look. It was an obvious lie, but now that someone had gotten involved it would be more difficult to explain why they had been pursuing the man and his dog in the first place. “He not know he’s required to have a leash on that thing?” she finally asked as she pointed at the dog standing protectively in front of the suspect. After a heartbeat, her lips curled up into a smirk. "That's a $200 fine you know."

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 Posted: Jan 2 2018, 12:45 PM
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Stan let his hands fall from the universal ‘I surrender’ position. Now that the two beat cops had identified him he was pretty sure they’d have to be crazy to do something stupid. They knew who he was. They knew where he was from. The prestige of the place, at least, if not that it was a mutant high school full of adorable little powerhouses with next to no control. It was also where Stan’s fierce sense of loyalty had been cultivated which was probably why he had planted himself firmly between the two cops and the fallen mutant.

The comment about the leash made Stan crack up and he shook his head. “You do know my sister right? Merry Myles? The animal thing? Leashes are not required. Just look at those pups.” One ‘pup’ was making himself quite at home in Pride’s lap. The other, larger, fluffier one was busy licking the side of the guy’s face, clearly apologizing for the roughness of his earlier hello. Jeez hoped Bongani realized it was nothing personal. But when a cat ran, a dog chased. It was just how things were done. “Mine’s only a leash so I didn’t wander off.”

The cop that actually knew Stan had to admit... That was fairly likely.

The mention of a two hundred dollar fine made Stan’s smile falter slightly and the deep sound of cracking cement once again punctuated the moment of silence. “Tell ya what, Officer Luker.” Stan’s dark eyes had become focused which was generally not the best sign when exercised by the stoner. “I’ll give you two hundred bucks for the leash. And you can give me twelve hundred bucks you owe me for the four ounces of nacho kush you bought off me over the last seven months.”

Stan let that just hang in the air and turned his back to the police to offer Pride a hand up. “Come on, bro. You can get up. Jeez won’t hurt ya none.”
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 Posted: Jan 5 2018, 12:54 AM
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The first lick to the face nearly had Bongani leaping out of his skin. His dark gaze had been so focused on the interaction between the police and his possible savior that he hadn’t even noticed the giant dog move (and given the way movement typically caught his eye, that said a lot). The shifter flinched as the huge, wet tongue slid up his face before realizing what it obviously meant and relaxing. A soft smile briefly curled his lips as he slowly reached up- conscious of any signs in the animal’s body language that he should stop- and skimmed his fingers through the monstrous canine’s thick coat. It was soft and warm, so much so that he wanted badly to just burrow as much of himself as he could in it.

Rafiki shifted and when one paw hit somewhere a little sensitive, it drew Bongani’s attention away from his wish and back to the hard, cold present.

Bongani left his hand in the strange dog’s coat and tried not to move and draw further attention to himself as the teen and the cops verbally battled. It...was confusing. Bongani didn’t understand what the Merry person had to do with anything and didn’t have a clue what nacho kush was (weren’t nachos food?), but he could tell that things might be changing in his favor. The Kenyan hardly wanted to breathe lest he accidentally manage to bring it all crashing down, but the cracking of pavement had him flinching once again.

What on Earth was that?

Flower petals fell around him, small flashes of color in the otherwise dreary winter scene, as a hand was held out to him. Bongani glanced past the younger man to the cops who appeared to be speaking quietly together. He didn’t see much confidence in them any longer yet they had not left yet. Where did that leave him? Glancing back at the brunet, Bongani hesitated briefly before reaching up and taking the hand offered to him. Rafiki stepped off of his lap as he stood and hovered anxiously behind his owner’s legs. The grip the African shifter had on the flower man’s hand tightened and he let out a small hiss as one ankle twinged sharply when he attempted to put weight on it. Discomfort was hardly unfamiliar to him now, so he shifted his weight to it a second time then a third and then a fourth until the pain became more of a background sensation with the rest of the aches, scrapes, and bruises to be thought of later.

Then he realized he was still holding the teen’s hand.

Bongani quickly let it go. “Uh t-thank you for your help,” he stammered in his thick accent as his gaze flicked from the mutant to the cops and back again. “They...are still here,” the shifter added quietly. “You have somewhere to go, yes?” Right then, Bongani wouldn’t care where that might be so long as it didn’t involve police and cages.

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 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 01:48 PM
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Concern etched itself into Stan’s usually mellow features as he watch Pride work his ankle through the pain. That wasn’t cool and he scolded the small bear that had tumbled the stranger in the first place. “Come on, Jeez, you didn’t have to break the poor guy. You ok?” His question was directed to the boy he was helping to keep upright. He had a super neat accent or Stan was extra stoned but either way the older boy’s words made Stan’s face light up. “Don’t sweat it, man, X-Men are supposed to help people out.” His goofy grin was back in place, petals delicately wafting around the pair of them and their dogs.

Bongani pointed out the police had not left yet and Stan gave a small shrug. “I wouldn’t sweat it. They’ll get distracted by something shiny or deep fried and covered in icing soon. There’s a donut shop like five blocks down. They’re just a little embarrassed to be caught being species-ist assholes.” He said it all with a grin but there was something distinctly angry about his words and once again the sound of cracking cement rent the air, this time accompanied by a long crack down the sidewalk beside them. The pretty trees and roots that lined the pristine lawns all had a root system and the roots below were reacting to the mutant who did his very best not to use his abilities outside of the safety of his own skin.

“Shut your mouth, Myles.” Officer Luker snapped.

Stan smirked over his shoulder before returning his attention to Bongani. “Yeah, just not in the city... Just a ways upstate, a train ride away. You got a place to go, buddy? Need to crash in some mutant friendly digs? Believe it or not, we got a mansion of our own and nobody calls the cops when ya walk the dog.” Stan gave the lookie-loos a little wave with his free hand. Dark eyes returned to the two policemen who were muttering amongst themselves. “So can we go or should we get comfortable here? Take a seat? Grab some Gatorade? Light up a bowl? Luker, you want in?”

“Ok. That’s it.” Officer Luker stormed forward and reached behind him to retrieve his handcuffs from the back of his belt. “You’re under arrest for distribution of drugs, you little shit. And lucky you, there’s a school around the corner which is another charge. You have the right to remain silent...” Luker stuck his boot in the back of Stan’s knee and dropped the kid to the ground to roughly cuff him, reading him his Miranda rights as he hit the ground. Jeez let out a low, threatening growl and Luker yanked Stan to his feet. “Tell your dog to keep his teeth to himself or I’ll shoot him. I ain’t scared of your sister.”

Stan barked a laugh. “Well, that’s dumb.” He was frog marched to the police cruiser and Stan let out a sigh. Merry was going to kill him but at least the other guy was no longer the focus of a police chase. “Hey, can you call my sister to bail me out? Her number’s on the dog collar. Just tell her... HANDS, LUKER, JESUS! Tell her to pick me up at... What? The 109?”

Luker nodded and looked over at Bongani like he was considering it but Stan let out a, “Hey, what do you charge me with if I just piss all over the back of your cruiser?” and Luker decided to leave the quieter of the two little assholes standing there alone.
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Pride
 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 10:34 PM
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“I will be fine,” Bongani assured as he continued to intentionally shift the majority of his weight on and off of the tender ankle. The stranger might be confident that the police had been dealt with and were no longer a threat, but the shifter was not so certain. There still might be a need to run and, if so, he wanted to be plenty able to do that. Not that he wouldn’t mind a good First Aid kit after they were safe as he was pretty sure he’d left some skin behind on the pavement and with how dirty he knew he and the sidewalk likely were he’d prefer to at least give the scrapes a good clean. It would be pretty unfortunate to get his first infection once he finally made it to New York City.

The teen’s excitement was contagious and Bongani felt himself loosening up just a little although he couldn’t manage much more than a small quirk of his lips (not with all the adrenaline still pumping through his system and the police presence continuing to make him uneasy) before confusion twisted his face into a soft frown. “X-men? What is an X-men?” The word sounded faintly familiar as though he’d heard it once a good amount of time back but couldn’t remember where or why.

The brunet’s clearly antagonistic digs at the two officers made Bongani tug his hood anxiously back over his head and silently wish that he could sink into the non-existent shadows around them. “Perhaps you should--” Again that sharp crack echoed around them- interrupting his suggestion that they should leave before insulting the cops- and this time Bongani realized what it was. His dark eyes widened in surprise as he watched the break in the pavement hurry past them, sending small cracks out to the sides like a stone bolt of lightning. He could see, very faintly, what appeared to be roots pushing up against it from below. Well that was...interesting.

“I do not have anywhere,” Bongani answered honestly as the flower mutant looked over his shoulder and waggled his fingers at their two onlookers. The shifter swallowed as Rafiki, sensing his mounting agitation, pressed up against his leg. “I was looking for--”

And then the teen’s taunts became too much.

The resulting rush of movement and cracking words of authority that sounded every bit like the American shows he’d seen left the Kenyan alarmed, confused, and at a complete loss as to what to do. “Hey--” he started to say as he reached out and took a step toward the officer that had just kicked the younger mutant in the back of the leg in an unnecessary show of violence. The woman shifted between them and the look in her eyes made him freeze, not so much in fear for himself but in fear of what his actions might do to make the teen’s situation worse.

Oh no. Ohnonono. He hadn’t meant for this to happen! He didn’t want somebody getting into trouble because of him.

“Please, do not--” Jeez let out a growl so deep it seemed to reverberate through Bongani who quickly reached down to grab the dog by the collar to keep it from charging forward. He had to do the same to Rafiki’s scruff a moment later when his friend seemed to take heart from the larger canine’s confidence and stepped forward, hackles raised. Chini Rafiki” he told the dog firmly as he held him back and helplessly watched as the male officer hauled the good samaritan down the street. “I-yes!” Bongani called after the brunet. “I--” He glanced all around him, trying to figure out where on earth he was going to find a phone; unlike everybody else in this country, he didn’t have one.

So where would he get one? Stores! Stores had phones, right?

As the police car drove away, Bongani glanced at the nearest storefront and the pretty dresses displayed in its windows. “Uh...come on,” he said to both dogs before moving over to the front. Kukaa, he commanded Rafiki who hesitated for a moment before obediently sitting on the sidewalk by the door. Bongani glanced at the horse dog. “Um, ssstaaay,” he added slowly, over enunciating the word in the hopes that the dog would understand and do as he was told. It didn’t run off at any rate, so he quickly glanced at the collar, memorized the number, and, after taking a deep breath, stepped inside.

The few shoppers inside didn’t take much notice of him, but the young woman behind the counter looked his way and he saw her eyes widen. “Please, I am not here for trouble,” Bongani quickly spoke as he reached up and jerked his hood back off his head. Now the shoppers were watching and he felt warmth rise to his cheeks. “I just--may I use your phone?” At her obvious hesitation, he dug through his pockets until he found a crumpled one which he quickly held out. “I can pay. Please, it will be quick.” Hopefully.

The girl looked from the dollar in his hand to the state of his clothing and a bit of pity crept into her green eyes. “Yeah, go ahead,” she said, motioning him over and gesturing to the phone. Bongani noticed that she took a prudent few steps back from him as he walked over and reached for it, but couldn’t blame her, not with how dirty, unkempt, and scraped up as he was. Trying to ignore the staring, Bongani punched in the numbers that had been on Jeez’s collar.

“Hello? Is this Merry? Uh, yes, hello. I’m calling about your brother…”

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 Posted: Jan 10 2018, 07:46 PM
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“Ayup?” Merry was down in the sub-basement, still dealing with the mess Trevor had made just a couple days before. She hadn’t realized just how destructive her hellion was but undoing his handiwork was proving time consuming. The task was made infinitely more daunting by her incessant pouting and trying to keep her critters from turning the medbay into their own personal obstacle course/circus. So when her phone range, Merry pounced on it, not proud of the fact she was praying for some sort of medical emergency so she could stop trying to yank a surgical tray out of the wall.

She didn’t recognize the voice on the other end but she did recognize the conversation she was about to have. “Uhuh. Stan. Yeah, that’s mine. Hey... Is there a dog there with you? Big fella? Super hairy? Looks like he’s annoyed? Go ahead and put him on the phone. Yeah... the dog. Hold the receiver to his head.”


After getting the details from her pup, Merry had instructed the boy to stay right where he was. An hour passed before Jeez gave several happy barks and immediately took his owner down. Right there on the sidewalk. Rubbing his ears, Merry grinned up at the boy that had been hassled by the police. “Hey, thanks for the phone call,” she said with a laugh. “You ok? Jeez said they were giving you shit over putting your little man there on a leash. Hey cutie! You did such a good job, stickin’ by your boy.” Extracting herself from Jeez’s slobbery attention, Merry gave the mutt a few ear skritches. “Rafiki is an excellent name.”

Finally she gave Pride her attention. “Come on, sugar. Let’s go get my little brother and if you need a ride anywhere just name it. I’m Merry by the way. Animal linguistics and shape shifting. You can put your hood down, sugar. No one will bother you now.” She was heading toward her Jeep as she spoke. “Did they say what precinct they were taking Stan to? Hop in. I can always call around and find out if we need to.”

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 Posted: Jan 12 2018, 12:11 AM
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Bongani had expected the woman- girl, maybe, as she didn’t sound older than him- to be more alarmed when a stranger began to tell her that her brother had been carted off to prison. Instead, she seemed to take it all in stride but then the flower mutant had known the one officer rather well so perhaps this was a common occurrence? If so, Bongani wasn’t given long to ponder that before the girl, this Merry, asked for something that so baffled him the shifter actually pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it as if to determine whether something had gone wrong. “Ex-excuse me?” he stammered back into it.

She wanted to speak to Jeez?

As if knowing he would be wanted, the dog was staring through the window directly at Bongani when the Kenyan turned. “Um...one moment, please.” Being careful not to put it down too hard, he placed the receiver on the counter and looked at the cashier who was arching a curious brow at him. “I...do not know how to explain but the dog must come inside.” And because he knew that if he gave her half a chance to tell him no she would, the feline mutant hurried to the door and opened it to let the horse dog inside. Calm as you please, it followed him back to the phone and, blushing and wishing to pull his hood back up, Bongani held the phone to its ear. To his continued bemusement, it made sounds into the phone as if having a conversation. When the beast sat and looked expectantly up at him, Bongani took that as his cue to speak to the woman.

“Um yes I...I can stay here.” Bongani glanced at the cashier who was eyeing him as if he were insane and quickly add. “Outside,” before hanging up and quickly shooing Jeez outside. Together, he and the two canines parked it on the curb to wait….and wait. The same nerves that had plagued the young man when he realized what sort of neighborhood he’d stumbled into returned and increased the longer he sat there. The hood came back up and, despite just meeting the animal, he pressed up close to Jeez in the hopes that the dog’s bulk might hide him from sight from half of the world at least. The smaller, far less fluffy Rafiki did a poor job doing so from the other side of him but the warmth he received from being sandwiched between the two was nice at least. Especially since he wasn’t moving which gave the cold winter air ample time to creep through his clothes and into him.

It startled Bongani when Jeez suddenly moved away from him and he actually shouted out in surprise when he watched the dog tackle a woman walking toward them. He personally knew what that felt like and expected it would damage such a tiny woman far more than him, but instead of being dead she smiled and rubbed his ears and-- of course, this must be Merry. The shifted grabbed his backpack and hefted it onto his shoulders as he stood up.

“He...did?” Dark eyes flicked to Jeez before widening. “You can understand him!” The exclamation burst from his lips far louder than he intended. Heat rose to Bongani’s face and he looked down. “Sorry, that...probably should have been obvious.” But he had never met another mutant before (besides the young man who had gotten in trouble helping him) so his brain just wasn’t used to making such bizarre realizations. Bongani watched Rafiki move in for his own ear scratches and wondered what his dog might be saying about him if anything.

“I am sorry again that he got into trouble because of me,” the African mutant apologized as he followed after the woman toward her vehicle. Hesitantly, he pulled his hood back down but his shoulders just hunched instead and his eyes flicked around as though expecting more cops to jump out from behind the fancy trees. “Bongani, I--” but the admission that he was a mutant stuck to his tongue and he just couldn’t get it to unstick. “He said the 109.” Right? Yes, that was right. The Kenyan opened the passenger door to the jeep and eyed the seat. “Are you sure you want me to come along?” he asked as his cheeks burned again. “I...am not very clean.”

Which seemed to be a concern Rafiki didn’t have as he hopped right on in.

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 Posted: Jan 18 2018, 12:14 AM
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Merry let out a good natured laugh and shook her head while she waited for the boy and both dogs to load up into the Jeep. “Don’t worry! I appreciate a good dose of amazement at what I can do. I’ve been at the school so long, no one is impressed with me anymore. Jeez, let Rafiki know the rules for being in my car. And don’t you worry about Stan getting into trouble. He has a knack for it.”

Merry could no longer count on one hand the number of times a NY Myles had needed bail money, herself included. At least she had the excuse of dating a Radigan, and not the pragmatic one, either. Stan’s excuse was too big a heart and too short a fuse and Merry wasn’t going to fault him for either. That her little brother had stepped between potential danger and a scared mutant... It didn’t come as a surprise.

“Darlin’, I’m not worried about dirty kids gettin’ in this Jeep. Ya look like you’ve had a rough time and I’m not about to yell at ya for a little nature taggin’ along on a car ride. Now I won’t make ya come with me, but I do need to go get my idiot brother and I’m happy to take ya along.” Merry was behind the wheel, the Jeep’s zip in doors not doing much to keep out the winter air while she waited for Pride to decide. His dog had gone ahead and chosen to hop in and Merry handed back a milkbone to Rafiki and another to Jeez.

Much more gently, the laughter set aside for the moment, Merry genuinely looked at the scared, lost, dirty boy and said, “I work at a school for young mutants and if you need a place to crash for a few days until ya get your feet under you, I can offer you that. If ya want to stay here, let me at least give you my card in case you get hassled again. The choice is entirely yours. But at least let me get you a meal or find you a place to stay. It’s too cold out to live rough, and I do owe you for letting me know Stan ran afoul of the law again.”

All he had to do was get in the Jeep and they’d be off. She wasn’t lying. He could stay at the school until he knew what he wanted and where, and the X-Men would help set him up. That was their job, after all. Helping mutants who needed the help, right? They just had to get her brother first because if Merry knew Stan, and she liked to think she did, he was probably in a holding cell somewhere trying to light his armpits on fire.

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