((It does. I hate when I screw up or end up with a knotted mess of thread x.x. Or stab a finger....I am sure! I need one I am making suite case pet beds soon thats gonna be to hard to hand sew x.x. Very nice! Yea, made 2 gummy bear key chains and 2 pet frames. 1 I did print the dogs and cats pics though since I can go there daily for pics lol. *goes every weekday*))

Erik listens to the directions intently and starts heading in that direction. Mostly quite and still plotting in his mind. He looks over at Charles and quarks an eyebrow slowly seeing him with a needle. Than giving himself a shot of god only knows what. "What the hell are you doing anyway? Are you gonna be loopy for this one or something?" He scowls softly though that could work for his advantage.

((Oh yeah, a sewing machine would be super helpful for that. Maybe you could have asked for one more Christmas? Or money towards one? Either way it will be a good investment. My dad is going to send me a bit of money for Christmas. I think I might get a pair of ice skates…))

Charles rolls his eyes at Erik’s comments. “It’s hardly acid,” he says somewhat sharply, a bit annoyed that Erik is nearly accusing him of taking drugs. Sure he was a friend of the bottle but he wasn’t one to delve into the stronger stuff. “This, my friend, is the potion that helps me walk, no thanks to you I must add. So unless you have in mind to carry me around on your back…” Charles left the statement unfinished. He didn’t want to get into a fight but he also has a hard time letting go of his resentment for Erik where his legs are concerned.

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((Totally! Eh, not this yr...got a coffee maker and a new tent for shows since my old one fell on me breaking last show this yr x.x. Very nice! No thanks to those lol *broke my wrist first and last time on roller skates*))

Erik scowls and looks at the road and back to him, "Your the one who went leaping in front of that bullet." He leaves that at that and looks back at the road. Whatever....Charles being in his eyes whiney about this whatever. "As long as its not acid than." He shrugs and looks forward once again. "So, what is this one like?"

((Oh, yikes! At least you have a new one now. I’m not much of a coffee drinker myself. I’m not great at skating but it’s fun and good exercise. ))

Charles could feel the anger rising in his chest after Erik’s comment about the bullet. He bloody well hadn’t jumped in front of that bullet and Erik knew it. It had been Erik who had deflected the bullet into his path. Enraged, Charles was about to make a comment when Erik effectively blocked him off by changing the subject. He very much wanted to refuse speaking to Erik after the comment he made but it would be childish.

Thinking back to his brief link with her mind, Charles hadn’t really been able to tell what her powers were but there was definitely something there that made her special. It had been the same case with Emily, his powers were too weakened by Hank’s special concussion to be able to use them effectively. If he was willing to go without them, that might have been one matter, but as a young man he appreciated his mobility.

“Not sure really,” he said, when his temper had finally simmered down enough to speak without it showing in his voice. “I guess we’ll just have to find out when we get there.” And if Erik wasn’t happy with that so be it.

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((yep! Ah well it lived for 10 yrs lol...It was tired and had enough ;p. I liek me some coffee lol ever since I was little. Lol, I will stick to riding horses...just as dangerous but. *falls flat on my face just walking soooo*))

Erik drives on glad he changed the subject. he had NOT done what Charles thinks he did. OK maybe he did...maybe he didn't...whatever! The stupid bullet had placed itself in Charles spine in the end period. He arches an eyebrow slowly and was gonna throw in a snide, 'You are loosing your touch Charles' but picked not to. Not yet anyway, "Right....well we will see than when we get there." He lapsed into silence again.

((Well at least you got your money out of that first one then! I can’t stand the smell of coffee. >.< I’m not very danger prone myself. I don’t know why though, I’m not really extra careful or anything…))

As their conversation lapsed into silence, a heavy sense of awkwardness settled over the car. Charles propped his arm against the arm rest and put his chin in his hand. Looking out the window, he watched the scenery silently pass by and let his mind wander. Things were thankfully quite quiet out here on the road. There wasn’t much traffic at the moment and Erik was quite good at shielding his thoughts, even without the helmet. Without it, Charles could have taken control of his mind if he wanted to but he wouldn’t do so unless it was necessary. He was afraid to see what he might find in there now if he were ever to go looking.

((Gonna head out grocery shopping now. Be back later.))

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((Totally! Aww! Lol....lucky o.o....I just AM....wish I wasn't....))

Erik keeps on driving. Plots forming in and out of his noggin the whole ride. What to do to make that new mutant join him and not Charles. Oh, he would swing this in his favor for sure. Maybe leave Charles behind again too.

((I’m going to do a bit of a time skip here, hopefully you don’t mind…))

When the silence became too oppressive, Charles turned on the radio. He didn’t care if Erik changed the station, at least there would be background noise. Normally Charles wasn’t the type to need background noise but Erik was getting to his head. The rest of the ride went smoothly enough and eventually when they began to get close, Charles put his fingers to his temple to begin searching for their target. He found her energy signature much closer than he expected to. Actually, they were almost right on top of her.

“Stop the car,” said Charles suddenly, “She’s here.” Charles looked around where “here” was. It was the main street of the medium sized town where she lived. The streets were quite busy at this hour and the sidewalks were half full of people shopping at the stores lining the street. Something particular about her energy signature piqued his interest but he couldn’t tell exactly what it meant. Once the car was parked, they could get out and see about trying to talk to her face to face.

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((Nope! Its fine :3! I was gonna tell you too. Forgot to *was finishing another tiny order*))

Erik has no comment on the music. He didn't care if he had the radio on anyway...he was still plotting anyway. So, he didn't move to change the music to another type. Just letting Charles have on whatever he wanted.

Erik looks over at Charles once he got the feeling that the fellow mutant was near by. He mutters faintly under his breath, 'Finally.' He moves to pull the car over in a alley way to hide it. That way if things got ugly they could get away quicker. Or so he hoped...least they didn't have a damn cab today, no falling down house, no STINK.....! He pulls over and parks the car, turning it off he gets out soon after. having to wait for Charles to know which was thier target person. 'Come on...lets move this along!'

Charles frowned. Erik could be moody and impatient but he seemed…different. Charles couldn’t place it but something felt off. “What’s the rush?” Charles asked as they walked out of the alleyway. “If you come on too strong you might just push her away, Erik,” he added, concern in his voice. It was clear he didn’t want to mess this one up but he didn’t say as much. He strolled along the sidewalk among the other passerbys, refusing to rush and draw attention to themselves. They would have to play this very carefully considering they were in a public place with many witnesses should they find themselves in a spot of trouble. Charles slowed in front of a shop and glancing in the window recognized the face of the girl. He didn’t point it out to Erik yet however, he wanted to get a better feel for his partner’s impatience and make sure he wasn’t planning on creating a scene first.

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Erik shrugs and keeps his thoughts and plans to himself. However, he had a few in his mind for what could happen and what to do if it happened. "No rush.", he finally states fallowing along after Charles. Not saying much more after that as he looks around at the others as they walk past them. Also, spotting anything metal he could use if he had to. His gaze drifts to where Charles was looking. Wondering which one was the mutant.

((Oops, I didn’t see your reply when I got back from dinner…))

Erik’s expression still looked calculating but he seemed to have cooled off somewhat. Satisfied that his partner wouldn’t do anything terribly rash, Charles points to a girl on the other side of the window. “That’s her,” he says. “Her name is Cassandra but she prefers to be called Casey.” The girl was browsing the clothing racks with an air of boredom, pausing occasionally to look back at the shop’s only attendant. Eventually she plucked a jacket from the rack and went into the fitting room at the back to try it on.

Charles turned his back on the window. He had no intention on entering the clothing store. It wouldn’t be a good place for them to talk. Instead he waited for her to leave. Then they could follow her and try to find a more private location to speak with her. They only had to wait a minutes before the girl exited the shop. Looking sideways at Erik, Charles motioned subtly that they should follow her as Casey turned right out of the door and made her way up the sidewalk in the opposite direction.

((By the way, her name is pronounced like Case-E.))

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((its ok....I wrapped some gifts x.x. Not WELL but they are wrapped!))

Erik looks at her and carefully thinking, 'Good not a child this time. Something I can work with.' "Boring clothing shopping typical girl." , he shakes his head and watches her intently. Gears going in his noggin the whole time. He would semi fallow Charles rules. Yes indeed...but he could always change on a dime.

"How much you wanna bet she just stole that jacket?", he asks and moves to fallow her as Charles has motioned to do. Oh, this could get good indeed! He stays next to Charles watching Casey intently.

((I can wrap things really well when I try but mostly I’m too lazy. XD Also how did you know? She totally did just steal that jacket. XP))

Casey walked down the sidewalk, the bag on her shoulder somewhat heavier than it was when she had entered the shop. It had been a simple matter to distract the cashier and walk out unnoticed. She had only walked a block before she realized she was being followed. They didn’t look like police though which made her curious. Still, she wasn’t going to make it easy for them. Pulling her new jacket out of her bag as she walked, she yanked off the price tag and let it slip through her fingers and float down to the pavement. It was a flattering short jean jacket and she was quite happy with her “purchase”. Shrugging it on, she puller her bag over her shoulder once more. An easy slight of hand procured her a pair of cheap sunglasses and a magazine from a street seller and Casey added an extra bounce in her step as she approached the park up ahead.

Charles and Erik followed behind at a reasonable distance. Though there were quite a few people milling about on the sidewalk it was easy to keep her in view without breathing down her neck. No need to make her nervous after all. “I certainly hope not,” Charles said with a frown though he wasn’t going to bet against Erik on that one. It was a good thing he didn’t either before a moment later, the girl produced a new jean jacket from her bag and shrugged it on. Charles shook his head, this was exactly the sort of reason he needed to get to young mutants like these ones. He needed to teach them how to use their powers properly, for good, not for purposes like stealing. They followed her down main street and into a nearby park. It was a nice open area but there weren’t so many people that they would easily be overheard. In short—the perfect place to confront her, especially since she had just stopped walking to sit down on a bench up ahead.

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((no worries I stink at that too ;o. Also, cause you didn't say she put that jacket back on the rack lol! Only been robbed once at a show a little old lady stole a doggy lollipop lol. Bless her heart she was confused and such we just let staff know its fine but its ona rawhide stick...the top is fine if she eats it lol. ))

Erik smirks softly seeing that she had indeed stolen that jacket and it looked like a few more items as well. Well, well.....this could go nicely in his favor! "Told you Charles...", he mutters to the other keeping pace with him still watching the girl intently. Fallowing her into a park. Well, it wasn't a fun strip club, bar, ect but it was better than the last place!

Seeing Casey sit down he looks at Charles and back to her. Moving he strides forward causally like he wasn't really heading to her but was. His hands in his pockets the fingers of his right hand twirling a coin in there. He didn't wait for Charles...he could easily handle this on his own, "Hello there. Nice jacket you have."

Unwrapping a piece of gum from her bag, Casey pops it into her mouth and begins chewing. She pulls out the magazine next and pretends to flip through it though she was actually eyeing the two men that had followed her through her tinted sunglasses. One was tall and well built, the other shorter but not bad looking either. Snapping her gum, she looked up as the taller one spoke to me. Slapping the magazine down beside her, she smiles, though it’s unnatural and fake. “Do you really think so?” she asks, pulling to collar up a bit and posing for him. She honestly could care less what he thought but they would have to get the conversation going at least before he finally revealed either directly, or indirectly what the pair of them wanted.

Charles opened his mouth to say something but Erik had already stepped forward. He sighed. It would be difficult to play this one. If two men approached her, she could mistake their intentions as well, the wrong sort of attention for them to give. But if he simply stood back that would be similarly awkward. With another sigh, Charles turned around and looked about, pretending their exchange didn’t interest him. Meanwhile he had raised his fingers to his temple and was listening in on their conversation. If necessary he could always go over and intervene.

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((Last one for the night, heading to bed now.))

((its ok! *was busy today* X.x.))

Erik nods and was glad Charles wasn't right there, "Oh yes. It looks very nice on you. Along with everything else. Getting stuff for free is nice right?" He keeps his voice low. Hoping Charles wasn't being nosey and listening in. "So, we are like you...we have gifts. Not like you but we have different ones." He watches her intently for her reaction and had different plans for what and how she reacts.

((I totally apologize for delay. I have a lot of stuff to do for the event and then I sort of forgot. Here's my only post for tonight. It's not the best but it will have to do. Also, just to let you know, I'm going to be traveling/away all of tomorrow but hopefully this weekend I should have a bit more time for replies.))

Casey's face was unchanged as she continue to smile at the man beside her. 'Gifts, huh?' she thought to herself. Casey didn't particularly view her powers as a gift. More like a trick really but technicalities like that didn't matter she supposed. She was a bit intrigued however. She had never met anyone else with abilities such as her own, though apparently these guys could do something different. But what did they want with her? "It's a bit rude you know, not to introduce yourself when talking to someone," she said. Casey was hardly some proper prude but it would be nice to know who she was talking to. "So what sort of 'gifts' do you have?" she asked finally, her tone skeptical. It would be best not to reveal all of her cards at once.

Charles frowned at Erik's comments about shoplifting. Surely he wasn't condoning such actions? After that he quickly got to the point however it was clear that Casey didn't trust hi, well not yet in any case... A strange sensation troubled his conscience and Charles looked around, trying to sense its source. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary however so he decided to simply keep his eyes open for the time being.

((Poo! I posted but I was in such a rush I forgot to ping you. Vivifiend:))

((Its ok. *was busy at a party yesterday and was around after but watching Doctor Who for erm hours*))


Erik smirks softly, "Well, I am Erik. Also, know as Magneto. That one standing over there listening in like I know he is..." Erik points over at Charles. "Is Charles. Also, know as Professor X." He looks back at her and did mean what he said about stealing. He had nothing wrong with nipping from those stupid ones who where nothing like them. He didn't fee what Charles felt ethier...but he took a coin from his pocket and holds it up. "I unlike you can move metal. " So, he shows a very basic trick still on his own alert.

Casey almost had to laugh at Erik’s nickname. That seemed the sort of thing young kids would do, not grown adults. Professor X definitely sounded the stupider of the two however. But how was he listening to them? He was obviously out of hearing range… She looked closely though and noticed that he seemed to be holding his hand to his head. Perhaps he had some supernatural hearing abilities? Whatever, she honestly didn't care. She watched as the first one, Erik, removed a hand from his pocket and made it levitate in the air. “Cool trick,” she said, “But you have no idea what I can do,” she added. This guy seemed a bit presumptuous and she was starting to lose her patience. “Anyway, what do you want? I highly doubt you came over here just to compliment my jacket…”

Charles sighed when Erik called him out. So much for being subtle… He still couldn’t figure out what Casey’s powers were but there was something up. He could feel it but it certainly didn’t feel like something he was familiar with. It was clear that the girl was losing patience. He seriously hoped that Erik knew what he was doing or they might lose this one like that other guy they had tried to pick up in the bar.

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Erik knew what might happen of course. Oh, he could easily win her if he didn't get to cocky that is. Or push to hard...."Oh, no. We didn't. However, we have an offer to make you. You can ethier go with Charles to learn at his boring school. Or you can come with me and have all the fun you want." More or less keeping it in a nut shell and looks back at Chalres like stop being nosey or I WILL put the helmet back on look.

Casey listened to Erik’s proposal and over at Charles when he was mentioned. Her expression didn’t chance. “Or I could just tell the both of you to mind your own business and walk away now,” Casey said somewhat angrily. “Maybe I don’t have any of these “gifts” as you call them. Or maybe my gift is something super lame. You don’t even know what I can do, why are you so eager to have me?” she asked. Either they knew something about her that she didn’t or this was some sort of personal competition that she wasn’t going to be a part of. It felt nice to be wanted of course since her trick never got the recognition it deserved but she wasn’t going anywhere until she knew what their motives were.

Charles’ eyes widened at Erik’s statement. That poaching bastard! Charles stiffened when Erik looked his way and was ready to go over there and intervene when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Momentarily distracted from his anger, Charles turned and noticed a young woman not too far off. Her long black hair fell in loose curls down to the middle of her back and she was wearing a pair of bell bottom jeans and a loose white top. Recognition dawned on him as Charles turned back to the group on the bench. She was a doppleganger! But which was the real one? Letting his hand slip away from his temple, Charles approached the young woman who appeared to be Casey’s identical twin.

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Erik sighs and puts his coin in his pocket scowling a bit. Damn teenagers no respect for thier elders! He hated it and it was annoying indeed her attitude or most of these kids attitudes now a days! "Look, we know you do. So stop playing around. Again would you like boring or would you like some more fun in your life?" He looks at her, "Would you rather be found by your own kind or be hunted down like an animal and tested on if you are found out? Cause thats what might happen if your not lucky." He didn't notice where Charles was headed just glad he wasn't over here yelling at Erik. Course he would get yelled at if Charles got a hold of him...he wouldn't of course...Eri had his own drive and it wasn't changing for Charles thats for sure!

Casey frowned, “Well there’s no need to be so high and mighty about it,” Casey said, finally losing a bit of her patience. “I do what I want and decide what’s best for me. I don’t need some stranger telling me how to live my life.” Still, she seemed to be thinking about what he said. She had never thought of the idea of being hunted down and tested. For the most part her plan had always been not to get caught. She had told her parents about her powers when she first developed them but she had been so young and they didn’t believe her. After that incident she had just decided that it was something best kept to herself, like an imaginary friend.

“Hello there,” Charles said, approaching the second Casey, “I daresay you look very much like that girl over there…” he said, gesturing to where the other Casey sat on the bench with Erik.

The second Casey turned and smiled at Charles, “So you finally noticed me,” she said somewhat smugly.

“You’ve been following us the whole time, haven’t you?”

Casey laughed, “Not as dumb as dumb as you look,” she said, only half answering his question.

Charles looked back over at Erik and was happy to see that he hadn’t yet noticed the appearance of the second girl and therefore didn’t know what her powers were yet.

“Do you know what they’re saying over there?” he asked curiously. He had never thought of the logistics of such a power before but now that he was in the presence of one his innate curiosity took over.

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