A normal day in the park (Aubrey)

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It'd actually been a good sunny day that day, it was mainly a light blue sky with a bit of white puffy cloud loidering around. That is if you could see it past all the skyscrapers of New York city. Wenzel was not to thrilled of the city so far, way to crowded and busy for his taste, only thing he liked there were so many humans that dressed up like 'freaks' that a mutant wouldn't be noticed to badly. If they acted normal that is, and for Wen he just had to keep his hands in his pockets and not smile. For most part.

Already though his mood was foul as he'd already found reason to be angered. Humans for one had already been rediculous amount of trouble. Wenzel could be taken for account of why one of the pubs that previous night would need a bit of redesigning and funerishing. Luckly it'd only been a fistfight and no claws had come out. But either way, his temper was lost for probably till next week. All over trying to stop a man form treating a woman with disrespect, the lady didn't even say thankyou when all was done. Ungreatful americans forgotten what respect, common curtacys, and kindness were.

Wenzel pushed his way through the crowd, seemed a few go the hint before he even got to them to steer clear. He walked about a block or so before he seen the park, it looked enviting compared to the city. Lonesome, out of place, and just not natural growing in the middle of a city made of metal, glass, and cement. Wen was greatful for it, he ran across the street barely getting across with being missed by rushing vehicles. They honked he didn't care, he'd be fine if hit anyway. He wondered the walk paths of the park, hearing nickers and whinnies form horses and barks and yelps from dogs being walked.

After searching and looking around the german born mutant found a rather tall angel statue, two angel's wings spread out with backs to each other. Trees covered view from one side, Wenzel easily scaled the cold stone and perched himself inbetween the four wings. Finding it rather comfortable, he had quite the site, over the trees and to open clearings in the park. No one would notice him really unless they looked real close to see his elbow barely over hang. As his feet were propped up inbetween two wings, his arms were crossed behind his head. Mmmm relaxing feels good.

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“Thank you, thank you. Love y’all too.”

There was an apparent exuberant grin sticking on Aubrey Connor’s lips as she observed a handful of people, her awed audience, erupting out enormous claps from their hands and murmuring out compliments, their expressions unveiling nothing but pure appreciation. Her heart thumped against her chest joyfully. She had just performed yet another small and subtle magic show, something that had seemed to become some sort of a daily routine for the petite blonde; whenever she was stuck in boredom she would come here and perform some magic tricks, gaining attentions of those curious and intrigued eyes who passed closeby. It was fun. She’d always been a fan of magic shows ever since she was a young child, she loved to watch and learn how to do execute those mind-blowing acts and then exercise time when she had some free times at home. Not to mention the prospect of seeing her viewers’ reactions. Their baffled looks, that often would etch on their faces, never seemed to fail and amuse Aubrey. Simply priceless. She had to confess however, that occassionally during her shows she’d ‘cheat’ a little and slip on her abilities into her seemingly innocent-tricks, mostly during the pyro-act sessions. Hey, she couldn’t help it, sometimes she couldn’t restrain the boastful side within her. Anything to make her audiences’ jaws to drop even more in amazement.

Winking one last time, Aubrey witnessed from the corner of her eyes as the crowd began to toss in some coins and papers of money into her hat, her very own bucket that she used gather her income. Then they started to disperse from each other and away from her presence, aiming to resume their activities. She smiled a satisfied smile before bending down, garnering the bucks and slipping them into her wallet, then proceeded by putting her hat back on the top of her blond-haired head. Carefully. There was a bandage wrapped tight around her forehead still, tainted with a small feckle of dry-crimson blood, the recovering wound she had gained from her encounter with some violent bikers and Cable, merely a few days ago during her daily visit to her favorite pub. It didn’t hurt as much but the stinging feeling remained to linger there on her fragile flesh. Aubrey sighed and lowered her hat down, attempting to conceal the bandage with it. She paused and looked around, the park appeared so peaceful today, despite the oncoming crowds. Shrugging, the blonde decided to stroll around for a bit, besides the weather was bright and sunny. She loved sunny days, perfect time to take a relaxing walk around.

There were loud honks piercing from the main street, causing her to raise an inch of her eyebrow. Looking up, she caught a glimpse of a young man running by, as if he was being chased by something, or just having some random free running around the town. Aubrey blinked. Random, indeed. Though, despite the nagging curiosity, she decided to ignore that scene for now, since she still needed to get her relaxing stroll first. Perhaps she could check out what the fuss was all about later. She shook her head briefly and casually stuck her hands within her pockets. Sight of the tall angel statue suddenly intrigued her; that statue was fascinating to observe, something about it was alluring, drawning her eyes to lure in and look even more closer. Doing such, almost subconciously, she allowed her feet to drag her figure, that was clad in casual tanktop and ripped jeans, inches by inches towards the statue. “Ooooh, the beauuuty,” she murmured, her mouth once again drawling out a random remark. She smirked, moving more closer, until her eyes noticed something poking out of the wings.

Someone was up there. Her eyes widened in incredulity. In what seemed to be an immediate notion, Aubrey cocked her head aside, now unable to refrain her brewing curiosity. “Well, hello,” she decided to greet whoever it was that seemed to be relaxing so casually, albeit a little uncertain if her voice could reach out to him . “Havin’ a good time up there, mister?” she smirked, her lips curling in a playful and her arms folding themselves across her chest as she watched, waiting if she could draw out any response.

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A light breeze had kicked up higher to where he lain ontop of the angels wings. It felt rather pleasent, as if it were a soft touch of a feather floating by, it calmed him a bit. The breeze, the birds and beautiful sky all comforted Wenzel on his high perch. His eyes actually started to drift close, a yawn snuck out as he stretched a bit, arching his back and feeling a saticfied pop.

It was about the time when his senses were just calming down and his mind was zoning out when he hear Well, hello. Seriously could he not get some peace, it sounded like a young girls voice. Wenzel shifted slightly ignoring it the first time, then he heard the voice again, no mistaking someone had seen him up there. Gritting his teeth he resisted the urge to snap at the human, there was a good chance a cop was with her to give him a slap on the wrist for being on the statue. Just what he wanted at the moment.

Reluctantly he rolled on his side and propped himself up where he looked over the angel's shoulder, "Yes Ma'am I actually was." His german accent thick as usual, even though being away from Germany for so long he never tried to cover or get rid of his accent. As he looked at the girl that had spoke to him, he released she wasn't human. Her scent reached him on the breeze, young yes, scent had a sense of warmth, mutation mustive been a element based power. Wenzel had forced himself to tone his strong sense of smell to pick up if one was human or mutant and for any distinct differences to look for of mutation. Saying that he was an amazing tracker for almost anything that could be tracked.

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Aubrey allowed her hazel-colored gaze to propel up, expression intrigued, as she observed the stranger began to shift around the angel’s statue. He was alone, seemingly relishing in the exquisite scenery from his position; she slyly pondered in the back of her head if she could perhaps attempt to climb up and claim a seat there thus she would be able to enjoy the view as well. Nah. She’d most likely end up slipping and hurting herself half-way. Nope, no need to plester more bandages on her figure, the one on her forehead had already garnered more than enough unwanted attentions. Shaking her head, she tightened her crossed arms, sensing more immensive gust of wind starting to brush across her almost pale skin, resulting in a momentary shudder. A brown-haired head then poked out: a young man, possibly around her age, boyish features but etched with flecks of roughness, as if he harbored something dark deep within him. She studied him for a few more seconds.

He didn’t look entirely happy. Seemed to be irritated that someone had dared enough to distract him for his activity, or his resting. Then he spoke, and she caught an accent seeping along with his words, foreign accent that nearly made her squeal in awe. German, thick German accent. Licking her lips, she shifted her weight to one side awkwardly, now partially regretting her decision to greet the guy. “Er, sorry then. Didn’t mean to disturb ya; I can… leave now if you want, you go back and have fun with the angel. Sorry,” she finally answered after a few seconds of tensed silence, or maybe she could just stick around here, though without any attempt to disturb the man again. She nodded in affirmation to no one but herself. That would do. However, just when she was about to plop down and sit down on the nearby, dampened grass, a rough and heavy voice rang beside her. Looking aside, her eyes made an immediate contact with one of the park’s securities, his glaring gaze locked on the statue. Uh oh.

“Hey kid! The hell do you think you’re doing up there?! Get down!”

Blinking, Aubrey craned her neck to give the man a full attention, her voice coated with uncertainty. “Dude, I don’t think it’s a good idea, let him have his rest,” she attempted to convince but the security seemed to blantantly ignore her warning, which caused her to frown slightly in irritation. That was kind of rude.

“Hell no. Brat’s not supposed to be up there. Last chance, boy! Get down or I’ll make you.” The security warned, one hand hovering over towards his holster, where a black baton was rested casually there. She pursed her lips and frowned, pondering deep of what would occur next.

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The girls reaction was rather amuzing to see, he could tell she was enthuzed about his accent, actually if he tried he could whoow quiet a few american girls because of their love of accents He nodded at her with a hint of a smile as she said her sorrys for disrupting his slumber. It made him chuckled at her end statement of 'fun with the angels'. He shook his head and laid back down getting comfortable again. By the sounds though he could tell the young cute girl had not walked away very far.

Another pair of footsteps, heavy and meaningful with purpose then stopped near the statue. Wenzel could tell another had walked up, and by the heavy thud of the footsteps it was a sizeable male. And almost if on 'Q' came an authorative voice yelled upwards towards him. His best guess what he was now being yelled at as it seemed the girl had caused attention by talking to him. She had been to innocent but troublesome already. His irritation still there this wasn't going to end good even if he wanted it to.

Seemed ignoring the park security man the first time didn't deture the guy's detemination from yelling at Wenzel to get down. A small growl was released from the depths of his throat as he shifted and rolled over again. He propped himself up till he was in a crouching position on one of the angel's shoulders. "Why can't you just let me rest, and when I wake I'll gladly come down." Irritation strong in his voice as he looked down on the man in his uniform. He seen the man's hand on his baton, Wenzel started to give an amused laugh, there was a hint of potential evil. "How do you plan to harm me with that all the way up here little man?" Wenzel taunted and encouraged the man to get angery and frustrated at him.

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The scene was rather entertaining to observe. Aubrey found herself incapable of tearing her gaze away from the boy whose position now was perched casually on the angel statue’s shoulder. His expression unveilied no indication of surrendering. Without seemingly realizing it, her lips had curled even more into what appeared to be an amused and impressed smirk – definitely not the kind who’d bow down to orders easily. Alluring accent and rebelious attitude, she couldn’t help but chuckle, some similiarities there. Except her accent wasn’t as alluring, still. She plopped down on the wet grass, crossing her legs casually and picking a few strands of grasses off the ground, earning one glare from the fessed up security but then he eventually ignored her presence once again, planning to resume his demand for the young boy up there. Oh, if there was a bucket of popcorn she’d definitely snatch one. This, what was happening here, was even better than nowadays movies or those reality shows on television. Her smirk escalated to another notch and she sent him a playful wink as soon as he made his figure almost wholly visible to their eyes again. The security’s face was now getting red.

“You will come down. Now!” Aubrey cocked her head again and watched as he bent down to pick up some objects, seemingly forgetting about his baton, starting from gravels to medium-sized rocks. Uh. This couldn’t be good. Bellowing, the security began to launch the rocks towards the boy’s direction; good and hilarious thing, his aim was very, very awful. Her eyebrows were arched high, her lips trembled as they attempted to conceal a burst of laughter. The security’s act was ridiculously funny. Though, still, it was kind of insulting. The boy was a human, not some kind of a filthy creature that needed be assaulted. She narrowed her eyes, an etch of scowl slapping on her face. “The hell. Stop that,” but yet again, her warning fell upon deaf ears, the security resumed his act as if it would earn him some better results. Growling under her breath, she then allowed a small sigh to escape her lips. Oh, here we go. Pointing a finger up to the air, she carefully aimed one of the flying rocks and, seconds later, a bright flash of fiery light shot up. Hit and burned one, causing it to explode into tiny pebbles, flying everywhere. The security halted and turned to look at her, astonished, some parts of the rock hitting his face.

She shrugged. “Told ya to stop.” was her casual retort. The shocked man grit his teeth in brief pain and then took a few steps back, yanking out a what seemed to be some sort of walkie-talkie out his pocket; he proceeded by pressing it close to his lips, muttering out words that sounded akin to ‘we got a situation.’ Situation. That was never a good sign, wasn’t it? Sure enough, within only a few minutes, more securities swarmed their surroundings, complete with melee weapons within their grasps. The blond chewed her lower lip. No rest for the wicked? “Shit,” she cursed under her breath before getting up onto her feet – she glanced up at the perched boy direction. “Stay there, I’ll handle this.” She turned back, eyes briefly ablaze as they witnessed the securities running closer, possibly prepared to knock these brats down and arrest them. “… or eh, you know, join me if you want.” so much for a normal day, huh.

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Wenzel had to laugh at the man's petty attempts at trying to get him down. It amazed him at times how pathetic humans could be at times and why some mutants only took them as a spec of mudd on their shoes. It honestly wouldn't be that hard to let that mindset take over any day. He even chuckled as the girl seemed to discombobulate the man's thought and actions by her pyro antics. So she had a way with fire, it added to her attractive cuteness. It amuzed him at the thoughts the came across his mind.

But his thoughts were soon interupted by the scared little man's call for help. Sounds of other men were on their way and Wenzel jumped down with ease. Landing his feet gave a slight tingle that was gone in moments as he stood now infront of the original security guard with a vicious animal like snarl. Fangs showing, "Don't you ever learn, fear only causes you trouble!" The man reached for his baton this time. But now quick enough, Wenzel back handed him hard enough to send him flying into the trees,

"Young girl, you've done enough playing. Leave this to me and they'll only say a man on staroids beat them not a girl with glowing fingers." Wenzel stood close to the girl and then at the on coming security guards. They honestly wouldn't be that hard to dispose of, but they still had the chance of running for it if he cleared one of their paths. "Run or cause a scene?" He smirked he was honestly more than willing to beat the living daylights out of a few of these men. He'd actually get a chance to let his anger go for the day and he wouldn't give a care for the consquences.

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There was a sharp thud emitting from the ground close to her sitting figure. Chin tilted up, her brownish hazel eyes were now locked on the young man, standing right before her and infront of the one security guard – she had to double take for a second. Did he just leap from that freakin’ tall statue?! Not to mention, landing without any slightest etch of visible bruises. She blinked. Once, twice in purely fascinated manner. That was impressive. He was certainly, a no ordinary person. Vehement grin curled on her lips, an exciting prospect of meeting another mutant flashed across her mind. First was Cable: he was a powerful one too and now him. She pondered with a full-on interest and curiosity, what he was capable of, what kind of powers did he posses. The security didn’t appear to be so impressed, of-freaking-course. He was terrified, the sweats on his flesh were almost as clear as a crystal, his heavily weighted figure shivering rapidly, though he attempted stubbornly to remain brave. He made his first attack, only to be swept by the boy’s hand instantly, causing him to catapult towards the trees area, hitting one with a loud cracking noise. She flinched. Ouch.

Standing up, she once again eyed the male as he turned his attention briefly back to her – there was another brisk appearance-study… or simply put, she decided to check him out, again. Her guess was right. He was young, couldn’t be much more older than she was, even younger perhaps. He was quite a looker too, she had to admit, now being able to see his features in much more closer distance. Oooh lookie, he had fangs, plus point. She bit her lip, concealing a random urge to let out some sort of an ‘aw rawwr’ sound. Nope. No making fool of herself, at least not now. Aubrey couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow upon hearing his statement however, his demand for her to just leave. “And miss out all the fun? Hell no. Sorry man, I appreciate your concern but I’m stayin’ here,” she smirked, flexing out her fingers as her mind began to calculate, the amount of security guards that were arriving – five to six – how much time would be needed to kick their fat asses away. Hm, hm.

One security demanded orders. The blond shut her eyes, before reopening them, her hazel orbs were fluttering and shifting into bright, fiery red. She spread her arms aside and then pushed them forward, flames rolling out of her palms, roaring and colliding with two guards, knocking them down as if they were nothing but a bunch of bowling pins. “Score!” she pumped her fist, watching as her targets began to flail around, attempting to find a source of water or well, anything to put the flames down. Smirking, she nudged the feral-like young man. “Hey, I like your accent by the way. Where’re you from, France? Germany?” she casually conserved, blasting another running security away, preventing him from stealing more closer distance. Sort of clear that it was a German accent, still, she needed to make sure. She smiled and cocked her head, deciding to introduce herself. Why not? “I’m Aubrey.”

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(Sorry for late rweply you may slap me if you please.)

There was about another six that had come from the other direction another trail on the other side of the angel statue. "GRAWWWH!!" A security guard had jumped on his back trying to put him in a choke hold. Wenzel reached back with both arms, claws fully extended to full four inch feline-like talons, grabbing the man by the back he flipped him over his shoulders and away. It made him chuckle to see her high spirits and bliss of fun with blasting away the humans. Stubborn she was and quick to the chase, just added more to her attraction, the thought made him smirk more as he took out two more by grabbing one by the throat and throwing him into another man.

Seeing one man run around the statue to try and get Aubrey jump forth bounding, one leap-push off from the statue and landed on the man. (same way Victor pounces on Scott in Wolverine Origins movie) Crouched over the man's chest punching him so hard across the face it knocked the guard out. Standing he got ready for another man charging him, "Yes German, ma'am." Wenzel answered as he colided with the man, grabbing hold of his arm. He seen the fear in the man's eyes as his claws sunk into the human's soft flesh, the security guy yelled out in pain. "Don't you get it, stop attacking and no more pain!" He laughed throwing the man against the statue, hearing a pop of dislocation to the guys arm and a harsh thunk against the statue.

"Au..brey." Wenzel paused, not studdering on her name but saying it slowly to hear the sound of it. "What a pwetty name ma'am." Then he seen a man pull his gun and aim it at the fire wealding girl, "Fat chawnce!" He bounded using all fours right at the man. Right as the man fired his weapon, Wenzel was in mid air above the guy, it hit mid waste as Wen yelled out in pain. But without stop he landed on the man ripping his claws through the gaurds neck. He stood with a bit of blood comping from his gut, "They are getting serious...want to continue? I am Wenzel." He gave a curtious bow as he said his name. With them pulling out their guns, Wenzel could easily see this becoming a situation where the police would be called in and there would be a chance of jail time. He didn't care about it so much, but he didn't want to see Miss Aubrey get in trouble.