First entrance in Milliways chronology

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It isn't every day that one of the doors in the Mansion leads to a bar at the end of the universe. However, X-23, sometimes known as Laura Kinney, appears to take it in stride.

Her step half-hitches as she crosses the threshold, nostrils flaring as she scents the air, getting her bearings. But after that initial hiccup the tension in her shoulders eases fractionally, and she makes her way over to Bar, booted feet surprisingly soundless on the wooden floor.

She has had a lot of practice, after all. It's what she was created for.

It takes her a while to decide what to order, body still and wary as she goes over her options. Eventually she decides on a coffee, black, and props herself up on a barstool to watch the people around her.

That's another thing she's good at.

Some people find that stare disturbing. She never seems to notice.

This explains a lot, actually.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is always interesting to watch. Sometimes things just 'happen' to explode while she's around. Odd how that keeps happening. >.>

Tonight, nothing is exploding. Tonight, Ace is slowly turning ginormous sheet of butcher paper into the world's largest notepad, scribbling out equations in black marker. Somehow, something in here has to connect Spoon and Wells' disappearances and lead her to where Wells is.

Surely.

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It might be the volume of the writing that catches X-23's attention, causing her to leave behind her almost-full coffee cup to perch on a chair near Ace's table.

She doesn't recognize the equations, for the most part, but it's interesting anyway.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Despite being absorbed in her work (not literally, that'd be just a little too Cyberman-ish for her), she does cotton on to the fact that an unknown someone is sitting nearby staring at her work.

Eventually.

"Um, hullo? Can I help you?"

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X-23 gives this some thought.

"No."

There's another couple minutes of silence.

"What are you doing?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Startin' a new line of table decorations - I call them 'theoretical scribble', an' I'll sell'm for a thousand pounds a pop."

This is the typical smartassed Ace answer to a question from someone she doesn't know. This is also an obvious lie.

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X-23 seems to take this at face value.

"Oh."

She's still watching, though.

"Do people pay for them?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

That throws Ace for a second. No one (except one very paranoid Army surgeon and one somewhat deranged witch hunter) has ever believed her stories up front.

"Oh yeah, through the nose. They're all the rage in New York an' such." Still, she is rather incorrigible.

[angsty-spider.livejournal.com]

A teenage boy smelling like the city, grime, and boy stink, was sitting at the bar wolfing down some food. He had some books spread out next to him. Homework.

Peter parker was trying to avoid it but he needed to go back home soon. He happened to look at the girl next to him and smiles.

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She doesn't smile back.

She just looks at him.

He seems very . . . disorganized.

[angsty-spider.livejournal.com]

Peter was a little disconcerted with the stare. But seeing as he has gone out with Ravin, he just shrugged it off.

"Hi," he said, "I haven't seen you around here, before. Are you new?"

Peter smiled again and sipped at his soda.

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X-23 is still looking at him.

"No."

She hasn't taken a sip of her coffee yet.

[angsty-spider.livejournal.com]

"Cool," said Peter wondering if she's gonna finish the sentence.

Why was she looking at him like that?

Peter looked back over his soda.

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X-23 keeps watching him. She also keeps half an eye on the room, but that's old habit.

Conversation is not her strong suit.

[seewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

People who move like that sort of... attract attention from Cassandra. Tonight she's in the rafters, wearing her full suit with the mask and cowl pulled over her face to help her blend into the shadows.

Somehow she doubts she'll go unnoticed long. At least not from this one.

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Cassandra isn't wrong.

It only takes a minute or two for X-23 to realize someone's scent is coming from above.

Just . . . there.

She looks up, green eyes settling on where the smell is coming from.

She stays silent, though. Waiting. Curious.

Who would find it worthwhile to hide here?

[seewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cass would ask who wouldn't. It's dark and shadowed and you can see most of the bar from the one spot. She notices the regard and shifts just a bit, lifting her hand slightly in greeting.

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X stays motionless for a few moments, considering how this ought to go.

Then, not quite hesitantly, she lifts her own hand and returns the pseudo-wave.

A few moments after that she stands up on the barstool and hoists herself into the rafters.

It is comfortable up there. She'll have to remember this for next time.

[seewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

There's an almost imperceptible shift of the mask as Cass grins broadly. She steps forward on her rafter slightly, detaching herself from the shadows. Her outline might still be a bit hard to make out, but that's just the suit and the cape masking her silhouette. She leans forward to eye the newcomer curiously.

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X-23 does not bother to squint, she just shifts forward on the beam, watching Cass warily.

New people and X often do not mix well.

[blue_raz]

Raziel walked back into the bar from the back door. He had been feeding on the rabbit souls.

He sat down next to a young girl who he'd never seen before.

"Bar may I have a book," he asked," Something about Nosgoth."

A book materialized on the counter in front of him. It was a strategy guild for something, translated into the blood script and covered in pictures of Kain and Raziel.

Raziel just blinked. This was unexpected.

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Now this--this is interesting.

X-23 diverts a great deal of her attention from the room at large, and fixes it on Raziel instead.

He could, after all, be a mutant.

He certainly looks the part.

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Raziel was staring the book. When he looked up finally he noticed the girl staring at him.

"Yes,I have no skin,human" he said, "It's impolite to stare."

Razie turned on his stool to face the girl. In doing so the cloth around his face slipped to his shoulders, almost intentionally, showing his missing jaw and his fangs. His blue skinless body rested expertly on the stool, his cloven foot rested on his skinless knee. Raziel tapped the counter with a skinless claw, the bone making a sickening noise on the surface.

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X-23 does not react.

She has seen worse.

"I am not human."

This is true.

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"Then what are you?"

A feint smell of long dead particles emanated off Raziel's body. His eyes glowed white, a good color, means he's not about to kill someone.

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X-23 doesn't know that. Yet.

Which means she's still wary and poised to move.

"Mutant."