4/15/2003

 

05:35 AM

SoHo -- South Manhattan

 

            SoHo is absolutely CRAWLING with people, so much traffic and coming and going, that it's rather hard to tell anything about the area, the eyes are usually so taken up in watching the movement around them. The whole of the streets are extremely dirty, the buildings just as coated in grime. Along the streets are the vendors selling souveniers, umbrellas, postcards (15 for a dollar), and even little live turtles in a bucket full of water.

 

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            Grumble mumble. That is the best way to sum up what's going through Maggott's mind right now, as he's currently sitting at the foot of the steps stretching up to the old-fashioned SoHo Library. Yesterday really sucked for him, and for good reason; Seems a million Mutants ran out of the wetworks,. allmanaging to piss off Meany. What was more annoying was that she didn't even listen to him; She coulda really hurt someone. Maggott, danger to those around him. So why's he settled here of all places? Dunno, maybe he feels comfortable in front of the Library, and maybe since only one face sits in his mind as not knowing enough about him to hate him just yet. He has to bathe in that obliviousness for as long as he can, even if he's a giant dolt in her eyes.

 

            He's wearing his normal clothing, the black leather trenchcoat-like jacket and kneepads now clinging to him despite the cold; Eany and Meany are nicely within his pocket, and the simple fact he looks the exact same as the Newspaper description is completely slipping his mind. He's really kinda dumb that way, knowing he was likely reported but not changing a single aspect of himself. erhaps if he actually 8read* the Newspaper, or mildly cared what truly happened, then he'd be wearing something normal. All well, he's content to stick out like a sore thumb, nodding distantly to people walking by without them so much as really glancing to him.

 

Rahne walks slowly along the sidewalk, blue-grey eyes fixed lovingly on the building before her - quite possibly her favourite building of all of New York City. She sighs softly, again wishing she could get a library card so that she wouldn't have to make this hike every day - but then, what else would she do with her free time? This train of thought doesn't seem to be cheering her up much, and so she tries to shrug it off and get back to cheerier matters. At least she can get back to her book, provided no one else felt the need to sign it out; to her, 'The Bell Jar' rather is a bit cheerier than dwelling on her own circumstances.

 

She's so lost in the whirlwind of her thoughts that she very nearly passes right by Maggott without recognizing him. She begins to do the usual 'sorry, no change' gesture to the seated figure (although she does somehow manage to seem actually sorry about it), when it first occurs to her that he didn't ask, and then that there's something familiar about the man. And so she takes the risk of actually looking over in his direction, a bit of a grin coming to her as she does, indeed, note who it is. "Ach, 'lo," she greets lowly, going a bit pink and looking faintly awkward as she freezes, one foot on the step, the other still on the sidewalk.

 

If Maggott really wants to stick out like a sore thumb, he couldn't do better than take lessons from Toad, the amazing green skinned frog man. The mutant seems more animal than human and walking the streets during the day or night seems to be a practical impossibility for the Terrible Toad. Even when he's wrapped up like he is now - hands covered by fingerless gloves and scarf wrapped around his lower face - still there's something noticably inhuman about him. Mostly the way he moves, his body distored into a half crouch that twists his spine like a hunchback. He's off the streets themselves now though, moving through the darkness of the early morning with surprising stealth. He's able to utilise the rooftops to move around the city and the Toad is a dark patch against the sky as he leaps across from one rooftop to the next, crossing the entire span of the street with an easy leap. He hits the rooftop with a soft thud, his muscular legs absorbing much of the impact, then lashes out, his fingers gripping the edge of the roof easily to haul himself up. He moves with surprising rapidity and grace and is out of sight before anyone can catch even look up. His scrabbling movements are lost over the sound of the city and then he appears just over the edge of the rooftop, beady eyes starin down at the street below. Alert and still moving with an animal grace that seems to mark him as a predator of sorts, his eyes staring unblinkingly down through the darkness at the street below.

 

            One arm draped over his lap and the other propping his head almost lazily up, Maggott got so enraptured in the passing cars that he got a little bit of a blind spot when it came to peope walking in front of him, beyond little acknowledging nods. He actually gave Rahne such a nod as she was walking near him without so much as shifting his gaze, blinking almost stupidly in his hunched-over position that might be able t give Toad a run for his money. When he hears her voice though, he actually jumps slightly and looks towards Rahne a bit awkwardly as well.

 

            "Oh! 'Lo Rahne." he finally states, the name rolling oddly off his baratone voice. He looks stupid, especially after realizing she was a distant reason for idling in this spot. ...Hmmm. Okay, so he sees someone who's name he knows. What now? A few more seconds tick by, before he brushes his strand of white hair behind an ear. "How're you? Finishing book?" he offers, not really the epitome of a conversation start although he at least remembers -some- details of the meeting a day or two ago.

 

The timid redhead seems to relax slightly as she figures now he actually doesn't mind talking to her. Rahne had been worried there that she'd intruded on something, or that he was just plain not wanting to see her. But he's engaging her in conversation, so that seems to be a good sign. Her lips pull back into a quick smile as she now draws her leg back down, to stand by him on the sidewalk. She casts a quick look around, tucking her hair back behind her ear, before nodding in response to his question. "Aye, I havnae had much chance at it, but gotta keep at it, eih?" she replies with a short, awkward chuckle.

 

She casts another quick look around, doing her best to look less anxious and yet failing miserably at it. "Jus' enjoyin' the morning, are yeh?" she asks, as she fidgets slightly then attempts to stop herself.

 

Toad cocks his head to one side rapidly, a bird like movement that does little to distract from his animal-like appearance. His greasy hair flops down over his features as he hunches over the edge of the building, crouching there like his namesake, knees drawn up beside him. From a distance he probably just looks like an oversized gargoyle on the library's facade. Except the library doesn't -have- gargoyles. He is still again, eyes darting up and down the street. Quite what he's looking for is anyone's guess, but he seems to be fairly focused right now. His head snaps back up to stare across the street towards an anex of the library building stood there that's empty at this time of the morning, well before anyone struggles in for work. He draws back and disappears from view again somewhere on the rooftop.

 

A minute later the air is full of movement as Toad leaps, launching himself from the rooftop with an almost audible snap of limbs. He sails over the street, then hits the building - not just the building but a window set into it about four storeys up. His heavy soled boots go crashing through the window and he rapidly follows, showering broken glass across the street. His speed and the fact he hits the window feet first is apparently enough to save him from injury, for he lands lightly on his feet, out of sight within the building. The sudden wailing of alarms that follows this rather unconventional entrance shatters the peace of the early morning.

 

            Maggott doesn't see Toad. Not coming close to that. He's dense, see? Japheth nods with a small smile at the mention of the book, but talking to her about reading might not really be the best idea after what happened before in there... It's not like she'd think him much able to do good commentary when he has to struggle with grade-school ones. He does yawn ever so slightly, stretching his arms high into the air while tilting his head at Rahne; He doesn't have to look too far up, since he's not incredibly short compared to her even when thusly sitting down. Noticing her being a tad bit anxious, he can't help but wonder if she's feel wierd and wanting to walk off; Then again, she -did- start the conversation. So that apprehension dies away like a little ember in the rain. "Aye. Bit nippy, but get used to, no? Least warming... Ag, bladdy boring though." And a few seconds after he states that, Toad makes his deft leap. Still oblivious up to the crash, at least his reflexes are not *too* bad; "Jislaaik!" pierces his lips, as he quickly stands up and immediately steps in front of Rahne; Natural human shield? Seem's like it. One hand goes up over his eyes to stare up at the ceiling, even as his lips are grimly pursed together... A few moments later, he turns around to look at her. "What was that?!" That she could have been in there dumbly goes into his mind, and he's still not sure *what*.

 

Despite the fact that Rahne keeps casting nervous glances around - force of habit, she doesn't think to glance up at the roofs at all, and thusly remains in blissful ignorance of Toad, as she converses with Maggott. At the mention of the weather, she nods, subconsciously moving to tighten her cape around herself, although she's not all that cold as is. She opens her mouth, about to offer some sort of reply to Maggott's statements when the sudden disruption catches her off-guard.

 

"Ruddy..." she comments, in what sounds like an exclamation, but for the fact it's said under her breath; the small woman visibly jumps, seeming quite grateful for the shield that the much taller man provides, keeping most of the debris from landing on her. What little does manage to find its way to her shoulders is quickly shaken off in a dog-like action. Wincing faintly at the car alarms, she now ventures to peek out from behind Maggott, squinting at the broken window, before finally taking a half-step into the open. At his question, she can only shrug, looking over at him with wide eyes.

 

Apparently there wasn't any risk to anyone inside the building from Toad's leap - not that he probably would have cared either way, but the alarm sounding and the fact that it's so early in the morning does mean that the library offices haven't actually opened yet. Both a good thing and a bad thing. Good for Toad as there is no-one to interrupt his loooting - bad for the library as it means that it will take a few minutes before anyone responds to the alarm. Apparently Toad intends to be well gone by that time. Petty crime - one of the impulses that Weapon X hasn't been able to curb from Toad. Not that they probably care either way as long as he doesn't get himself caught. Whatever he spotted from across the street he apparently wanted and for Toad morality and the rights and wrongs of stealing are a very muddy issue that he tends to steer clear of. He wants something, he takes it. That's the way it works. After a few moments there's further splintering of glass as he hops up ont the window's ledge and kicks the mains of the glass window out onto the street below. His scarf around his face and clothes are dotted with broken glass, his eyes protected by the goggles he wears. He glances down the street, hefting in his hands a heavy television set that was presumably part of the library's audio-visual resources. Was... now it's Toad's. He adjusts the television in his grip and settles on the window sill, glass grinding underfoot.

 

            Maggott didn't quite fare so well with the debri, his forearm and jacket catching most of it but a few nasty pieces cutting the top of his head and his cheek, near his eye; His hands a bit speckled in the ends of the fingers, he takes a moment to painfully pluck a piece out and flick it to the ground. His fingers feel like they are full of pinpricks, but he'll live with it. A few more people are staring slack-jawed up there, one of them having been caught in the splash of glass as well and panicking at the sight of their own blood. One long stream is running down the side of Japheth's face, dumbly felt with his fingers before being wiped off with his fingers without much of a wince. Pain don't hurt much when you have giant worms eating your stomach thrice a day. Speaking of which, Eany has stuck her head curiously out of the jacket, although Meany remains idly dormant in a potential time of need. That bitch. "Dunno... Stay behind me, hey?" he states when she wanders out into the area, moving once more to the front of her.

 

            The second wave of glass Maggott manages to shield from Rahne as well, although not quite as huge; Least he was right about that part, and both his arms protect his face as it bounces off the top of his head. Witnessing the... Thing holding a television, he bristles slightly at the damage just for a television in an establishment not well-off budgetwise in the first place. "Ag! You, ya ugly stoepkakker! Drop that television or I'll donnor you, hey?" Toad doubtlessly has no idea what was just said, but his body language and tone might speak much more to the dumb beast then the words themselves. He's not afraid of anybody or anything, although the realization a confrontation will cause Rahne to see his worms makes him balk slightly a second later; A moment of intimidation Toad might think was caused by himself.

 

Rahne lets out a small sound of concern at the sight of Maggott bleeding, but before she can voice anything beyond that, she's once again ensconced by her human shield, ducking her head from what of the shower manages to make it past him, again quickly shaking it off before it's had time to settle. Nodding slightly to the instruction, she's already poking her head back around him, although this time much more tense and ready to duck back to the relative safety should the sound of shattering glass reach her ears.

 

At the sight of the looter, her eyes go even rounder than before, if that's even possible, and she pales - perhaps just for a change from her usual blushing. "S'no' - s'no yours," she adds in an attempt to back up Maggott. She aims for intimidating, but by the virtue of being rather startled and timid, she falls flat, her voice breaking halfway through before fading off to a near whisper. Clearing her throat, she tries to draw herself up to her full (and rather non-intimidating) height. She'll just leave the talking part up to Maggott, hrm?

 

Toad blinks and his eyes dip to the street below as if it's just occured to him people might have actually spotted his rather unsubtle break in. He flinches, head snapping back up to search up and down the outside of the building. Maggott is ignored now as Toad searches out the cause of his discomfort - the shrill alarm that's rattling out its chime over the street. The red box on the side of the building to the right of his head is undoubtedly the focus of the noise, blue light flashing atop it furiously. Toad blinks again, balances the TV on his knees, pulls down his scarf with one hand revealing green tinge features, draws his head back and suddenly hacks, his head snapping forward to launch a spit at the box.

 

And not just any spit - from the amount of fluid that flies from Toad's mouth it seems more like a projectile vomit than a spit - a glabule of green mucus that's as large as a football flying through the air and striking the box with uncanny accuracy. The thick mucus drips around the box, flowing down it and then seems to dry almost immediately, hardening around, and apparently inside, the box. The alarm wails and dies, smothered by the rather gross slime, then Toad's head snaps back to the two figures in the street below him and he grins a slow feral smile, wide and humourless, his oversized eyes glittering as he stares down at them, hands once more grasping at the TV set.

 

            Maggott just has his eyes riveted upon Toad, again wiping blood from the side of his face as he watches his obvious confusion in regards to the alarm. Seeing the green tinge causes his eyes to widen even more, and he puts his arms up defensively as the projectile vomit flings out, striking the alarm box and thoroughly muffling it. Blink-Blinking a few moments, the only thing that manages to pierce his lips is "Ew." Turning back to Rahne a moment, ragged scratches now dotting the top of his forehead, he asks simply "You okay?" Once give an answer, he glances around the area and sees an empty green bottle in the gutter. Making a motion to grab Rahne by her hand and lead her to the edge without any hesitation on his end, he tries to get her to go and crouch behind the hood of the car before grabbing the green bottle, licking his lips determined.

 

            "Go away! Get!" he states, pulling back and aiming as accurately as he can before hucking the bottle with all his strength at Toad. Spiraling forward with a whisking sound, a good amount of strength more then one of his size would have is backed behind it. Also backed behind it is horrible aim, lack of practice, and a long streak of being inept. Instead of hitting Toad, it strikes the front of the television, shattering in a spray of green glass as the front of the screen breaks as well, ruining the television. "Aw, damnit." Maggott states idly, his idea of heroically getting it returned somehow not faring well.

 

Rahne nods dumbly in response to the question, though she grimaces a bit at his own injuries. "Are yeh?" she inquires in a whisper, as she easily allows herself to be led to the shelter of the parked car, too stunned to offer any real resistance. "Careful," she instructs, as she half-crouches behind it, too curious and anxious about the situation to truly hide; instead her upper torso and head remain clearly in view, peering out from around the fender.

 

As Maggott takes out the TV, she winces again, offering another whispered, "Ruddy...," which seems to be her word of the day. She's almost to the point of adding a blasphemous 'ell to the end, but refrains for the moment. Half forgetting herself, she creeps forward a bit more, eyes locked on the strange-looking man holding the now-broken television set, waiting to see what his reaction will be so as to appropriately attempt to figure out her own.

 

Toad stares blankly, then his eyes drop down to the television in his hands and he twists it to stares blankly at the shattered screen. He blinkblinks then lets out a sudden nasal petulant scream like a sulky child who's had his favourite toy taken away. "You...broke it!" he exclaims in a voice loud enough to carry down onto the street below. His accent is almost disguised by his nasal voice, but Rahne at least would no doubt place him as being from the same island as herself, although from further south. Toad shakes the set furiously with surprising strength and it longs for a moment like he might unbalance himself from the window ledge. Instead he simply tosses the set with a swift movement towards the sidewalk below. Whether it's deliberately aimed at Maggott isn't clear although it's probably safe to guess it probably is as it sails through the air in his direction. He's not finished there either, apparently he's angry, and petty, enough to hold Maggott's companion as responsible for breaking his newly found toy as Maggott himself. His head lanches back and launches forwards and this time it's not a helpless alarm that's his focus. The large globule of spit flashes through the air, smaller than last time but more than enough to cause a real problem for Rahne - aimed directly, and accurately, towards her face when it strikes her it should cover her nose and mouth and harden immediately - with possibly deadly results. No blow is too low for the Toad apparently.

 

            This is totally not going the way that Maggott was hoping it would. Toad's temper tantrum is indeed causing him to get a slight bit edgy, and he has no idea what to do. He pats his worms through the inside po9ckets, as if warningly, and begrudgingly they begin to start moving around. He is indeed distantly hoping that Toad will fall off and land on his head, but instead the television set is hucked directly at him, right when he's turning to Rahne. "Ag, I said stay do-" He turns in time to see it already arcing towards him, leaping through the air towards the hood of the car slightly too late - It hits the ground, exploding outwards as glass splashes around. Maggott's unhurt, but he does roll straight to the other side past Rahne and lands straight on his butt. "Eiiiiiina..." he mumbles to himself, not having too much fun for the time being when it comes to battling Toad. He looks up to Rahne, starting to open his mouth, but that's right when the slimy bastard does his deadly spit...

 

Maggott's sudden leap and the shattering of the television draws Rahne's attention from Toad at precisely the wrong moment for her own good. "Are yeh ah-?" she begins, looking at Maggott with concern, when the sound of Toad spitting again causes her to cant her head in his direction, cutting herself short. A noise of disgust dies as she suddenly finds herself unable to breathe, the glob of hardened slime doing its job as planned. Her eyes go wide, taking on that panicked air that only one who is completely unable to breath can fully achieve. Wildly she brings her hands up to it, clawing at it with her short fingernails.

 

Of course, those hardly do the trick, and she's growing more and more anxious as each second passes, feeling like a lifetime to her. The sound of her blood rushing in her ears drowns out pretty much everything else, and all of her attention is now focussed solely on getting this thing off of her face. Without even giving it a moment's thought, she suddenly allows her body to shift, into her transitional form. Now that her fingernails resemble something more akin to claws, she attempts swiping at the hardened shell again, trying desperately to get it off without taking her half-nose half-snout along with it.

 

            Toad's little mucus-assault striking Rahne is indeed a cheap blow. She's just an innocent bystander after all, she can't hurt anyone! He states this before she starts to transform however, grabbing her by the shoulders. "Ack! I can get it off, one se..." But she's already shifting, and Maggott steps startled backwards, leaning against the car for support. ... ... He was not expecting that. How many people are really Mutants out there? How many are hidden out of sight? Interesting contemplation but one not suitable for this time, all things considered. "Can you get it off? And stay out of sight! Don't let anyone see you!" he hisses at her, but he still turns back towards Toad with a hateful, gritted-teeth expression. He removes his coat and carefully puts it over Rahne, so that nobody'll see that she's a Mutant too. Heck, if he wants to start something, ole Maggott will finish it.

 

            "You want try that on me, you fat, worthless, green-skinned idiot of a slug?" Maggott roars upwards as a challenge, standing at full height with his fists clenched in absolute defiance. As he states this, loud hissing sounds roar from him, the two worms creeping out of the pockets; Meany slithers up his chest, perching on his shoulder while bearing her fangs at Toad while Eany in a rare display of pure anger slithers down the length of his arm and curls around his forearm, teeth open as well. Pointing with the arm holding Eany, whom continues her vicious sound, he then beckons the Toad down here. "Me and my girls'll tear you apart." To further instigate that fact, Meany sinks her teeth into the front of the car; The bite sinks through the metal with absolutely no hesitation, leaving a gaping hole as she swallows it as well.

 

The window ledge Toad was perced on is suddenly empty as the mutant leaps. It's quite a sight to see, or would be if Maggott and Rahne weren't otherwise distracted. He flings himself forwards, then his legs snap back with incredible force, the kick shattering the plastic frame of the window as he himself is propelled forwards, springing the entire span of the street. He sails over their heads, hots the wall of the library itself and seems to bounce, his body having swung impossibly in mid-air so he strikes the wall feet first. There's another snap of his legs and he sails past Rahne and Maggott to land on the hood of the car that Rahne was previously crouched behind. The metal dents and crumples under his weight and the force he strikes it at, but somehow Toad manages to shield himself from damage, his legs taking the impact as his back twists like rope to swing him immediately down into a defensive crouch. He squats on the hood, utterly monstrous with his green skin and oversized eyes, his back arched like a cat, legs drawn up by his side like his animal namesake. His eyes drop to where Meany is tearing into the front of the vehicle and he hops back further up the hood, blinkblinking rapidly. He hisses defensively, then his head snaps forwards again.

 

This time it's not a spit, however. His tongue lashes out, impossibly long and lengthening with each second til it smacks into Meany's side with a wet slap, attempting to flick her away. The tongue snaps instantly into his mouth a second later, his head snapping towards Maggott, his eyes bright with anger and sadistic amusement. "Ha!" he snaps out abruptly, his gaze shifting towards Rahne. "Worry less about me and more about her," he says with a malicious giggle, then his legs snap again and he launches himself into the air. He clears the distance to the edge of the library roof and spins upon reaching it, gripping the edge of the building easily as his eyes focus on Maggott and Rahne, as if recording their faces for later. Then he's gone, vanishing from sight over the edge of the roof.

 

Rahne is still struggling with her own issues, although she certainly would be grateful for the coat if she were in a mind to consider such things. She's had bad enough experiences with being found out before. And so, taking to a bit of a half-crouch, she continues scrabbling at it with her claws, finally using a burst of strength to shatter through the hard shell, scratching herself superficially on the cheek in the process. But that doesn't matter to her, as the goo finally falls away and she takes a sharp, deep breath of that wonderful air stuff. She inhales and exhales quickly several times, before finally being of a mind to make the shift back to her human visage.

 

Clothing almost seems to deflate as her build quickly reverts back to its former one. Once again short and delicate, the redhead remains doubled over, trying to get as much air into her lungs as she can. She now lifts her head, still breathing deeply, but in better shape, to take a look around. Toad's already gone, and she's no clue to where, so she whirls quickly around, making sure he's nowhere nearby, just lying in wait, before allowing an anxious glance to fall to Maggott.

 

            Sure, Toad got much closer much faster then he wanted, but the taunt really didn't change at all. A simple 'Fight me now, you stupid Toad' sort of thing. Meany hisses, and although she's struck, it doesn't hurt her whatsoever. She flies off the side and hits the curb, upside-down a moment before flipping over with a spitting snarl. Boy, that pissed her off. Maggott for one is already snarling in anger, fearlessly and likely stupidly sliding forward to attack Toad despite his obvious advantage over the african man at the moment; He leaps deftly away just as Japheth's fist snaps out, striking the hood of the car with a *clang* that does slightly dent it; It really, really hurt his fraggin' fist though, arm trembling as he bites his lip. Eany continues to hiss, but Meany slithers back oddly enough, crawling back up his leg in a disturbingly obediant gesture. Then it slips back into his mind... Rahne. "Rahne?" he states, now utterly ignorant of the good dozen people staring right at him and his inhuman-looking worms.

 

            Rushing over to her concerned, Maggott plucks the coat off her; A duel win-win for her of Maggott's distraction and his obscuring of her features saved her from identification. "Ag, your bleeding..." he states, one finger going out to graze the cut gingerly, Only then does he blink-blink, and slowly turn around to see the throes of people; Taking his coat and slipping back into it, he backs up before again pausing a moment. She's one of him, right? ...Hmmm. His huge worms remain on him, and she'd likely now notice them in all their horror. Even the most seasoned Mutants freak out with them, yet he places them in his pocket as fast as he can for her benefit before pulling out something from his back pocket; A simple white card. "If... ah." He doesn't know what to say really, given that he -did- run out of the place in a huff. "Ag, these good folks... Might be able to help you, if want or need." He dumbly offers it towards Rahne, somehow finding himself contradicting all the stigmata he's built up with them. If she's really a Mutant, they could probably help her; He just didn't fit. Beyond it. He keeps backing up afterwards one way or another, scanning up towards the rooftops where Toad went with the same hateful, but very determined expression.

 

Rahne quickly waves off any concern over her scratch, just closing her eyes a brief moment. She can breathe, and it's hardly likely she's going to bleed to death from the small scrape - it shouldn't take long to heal, really. Having somehow managed to miss his worms up until this point, in her plight for air, she assumes him human and about ready to lynch her, and so she flinches as he reaches for her, although she doesn't pull away. She looks about set to bolt though, especially as she catches sight of their audience, her complexion somehow managing to both pale and flush at the same time.

 

And if that's not enough, she just now gets a glimpse at his worms, and by his actions, catches on that they belong to him. He gets a rather wide-eyed look as she dumbly reaches out for the offered card, eyes lingering on the pocket where the worms have disappeared for a long moment before she finally tears her gaze away to give a cursory glance to the card. Her mind's just not processing all of this nearly quickly enough, and her gaze just flickers from the card back to him, then to the crowd, then finally to the damage they've done. "Yeh're...?" she begins, unable to finish the thought, before looking back to the card again. She just nods, tucking the card away into a hip pocket. She's still not doing so well with the whole talking thing.

 

            Continuing to back up, Maggott nods. Nodding to the unasked question without a verbal answer. He's one of her, more or less. He looks like he really wants to explain alot more, but it's hardly the right circumstances. "Ag, don't worry doll. Maggott made sure they not see you. You safe." He states that a bit flatly, and as sirens are heard in the distance approaching the fact he's more or less a martyr is very much apparent. "Just say you got drawn up in crap, that you not know what going on, and you be fine..." He starts to walk now towards the alley of the library, people backing away a number of feet as he comes anywhere near them after that display. "Card has safehouse... Place with others like me. Good man, Magneto, out to help you." Even if Maggott's beyond help. Ah well, they might let him visit or something. That's his good deed for the day, and a few moments later he bursts into a jog, quickly entering the alley as his booted feet crack over the glass, not looking back. He's gonna track that bastard Toad down, and give him a facefull of his foot. He *promises* him that.

 

Relief quickly grows on Rahne's features as Maggott assures her no one knows. No angry mobs then, likely, so that'll be good. She attempts a weak smile, offering a whispered, "Thanks." As he goes on to explain the card, she takes this information in with a look of slight confusion. She's still processing what happened, so this new information mostly just filed away for analysis later. Nodding automatically to what Maggott says, she pats her pocket as if to show him she still has the card and will keep it in mind. As Maggott to looks to be taking off, it dawns upon her that that might be a good idea for herself. And so she attempts to swing around some parked cars and blend in with the onlookers so she can disappear into the crowd and then off down the street. She has to get to work, after all.