@Power_Plug: Whoa. I thought I was talking to the same person for a sec.. anyway, that's great : )
@Amaranth_Strix: "Nothing useful to you!" He shouted while taking a seat at the counter of the pizza...hut. "Not to mention..Gramps..Just a normal office! I don't know why you would think there is any sort of passage way! And not only that! Just phase through the joint!" Creed ordered a Canadian legend pizza and turned to the man. "Where's my pay?".
@_Creed_: Amaranth orders two supreme pizza's, and pays cash for the whole order. "That's all?" He shakes his head. "She must have covered up the evidence." A sigh, but he shrugs. Not every plan worked out, and a deal was a deal. "Here you go." He counts out two grand in twenties and hands it to Creed.
@_Creed_: He chuckles. "-Everyone's- a little young for me." He drags a stool over and sits down. Eats a couple slices of pizza. "I broke into her office to see what I could get from her files. Turns out she can copy mutant powers, and she's a lot tougher than she looks. Didn't get any files either. So I thought you might have better luck than me gathering some general information on her."
Ran buttons up his vest and combs his hair back to complete the whole savvy bartender look and whispers to himself "First day Mr.Ketch... Don't over do it... Keep your excitement down to a nice minimum..." He then immediately begins to serve the waiting guests in front of him with professional skill.
@_Creed_: "Mmm." He would have to search the boat. Try and find a hint of any scents that were familiar. Perhaps he could find this brother. "Hair color, eye color, height, weight, build?" Eating the rest of the first pizza as he prompts Creed for information on the brother.
Angel walks over to a bar stool slowly and calmly, like he'd just had his first good nights sleep in a long time. "I guess it's morning for me, I'll have a glass of milk with a straw in it." He swirls the umbrella around the glass before turning back to the bartender.
@Power_Plug: "What's with the get up dude, do they make you wear that or are you auditioning for a gig as an extra in Bond 24." Angel took a sip of his dink as he waited for an answer.
Alexandra sensed a familiar presence. Her icy eyes darted around before catching a transient sight of the searching Amaranth. A crooked smile spread over her lips. She always had some amount of respect for those who faced her true self and lived. She stepped gingerly from her place at the bar, her feet tied up in tall heels, her body wrapped in a small white dress. The doctor sauntered in his direction. "Well, snooping again, I see, Amaranth." She sipped casually on the drink she had acquired from the bar.
@The Psyentist: The pale beauty was unexpected, leaving him momentarily surprised. Amaranth rests his hands on his utility belt and gazes down at her for a moment before recovering his metal equilibrium and responding. "Its a bad habit, I know."
He inclines his head toward her glass. "I'd offer to pay for your drink but I think its you who owes me one."