Mutants (PRS)

Privat rollspel med Jay Devereux.

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If someone would listen closely, steps could be heard. The silent little forest had a visitor, but not by a native animal, but a human. Not that it would be strange for a human to walk in a forest, but not many people did. But this woman did, and had done so almost every day for quite a while. She now knew where to put her feet to get fastest to the places she wanted to go. She knew what bushes and plants to avoid touch and what to eat if hunger came upon her. It was peaceful, and her presence was not disturbing the peaceful environment. Somehow, it was enriching it.

Ivy looked around the forest. She loved the outside, especially in the warm weather, which was quite surprising for September. Her bare feet took her to the little lake where she sat down under the same tree she had been reading under for the last year. Her long, blonde hair was plaited and hung on her back. Ivy opened her bag and took out her book. She watched the lake for a few seconds, following the movements of the water and observed how the rays of the sun reflected on the surface of the lake. It was truly a beautiful day.

Her attention was turned to her book, which was finished soon, too soon for her taste. She had barely put it down since she bought it the day before, it was very good. The green eyes moved along the lines, her mind taking in the words and their meanings. She took a deep breath and felt the fresh air in her lungs. This was one of the better feelings in the world.

A snap of a branch made the blonde woman look up. Her mind searching for the mind of the source of the branch breaker. She heard nothing, and it was explained as a deer moved out of the forest. Animals’ minds were different from humans. Ivy smiled and looked down in her book again, trying to get lost in the world the author had created.

Chase was new to experiences of the wilderness after have lived with the title of "good for nothing street urchin" since young. The sun hurt as it shone through the canopy of the forest. He quickly covered his eyes as he continued his tread through the woods. The bandages on his arms covered in crimson and dirt which was not an unusual sight for him.

As his steppes crunched the forest floor he found himself lost, the chase had been more draining towards his powers than expected. With a heavy sigh Chase stumbled, but before he could fall he, he catches himself on the trunk of a thick birch. With a weak grin he leans himself again it and slides down to meet with the soft leave covered forest floor. His eyes shut and the face of forced peace was slowly to creep upon his complexion. As he had earlier twisted his ankle and he had no more option than to rest.

As he settled down into the ground he clenched his teeth and scolded himself inside his mind. They are likely still after me, but damn it! I can't go any longer.

Ivy looked up once more from her book. This time, she did hear something in her own mind. It was the voice of a man. A man in stress, considering what he was thinking. It didn’t take many seconds for the woman to rise to her feet, feeling how tense her muscles became. The man’s own words they are likely still after me rung in her ears. This wasn’t a good time to be a mutant, not at all. The raging war between humans and mutants was brutal, and many mutants hid in plain sight, Ivy being one of them.

Humans didn’t like mutants, because they were afraid. The school Ivy had attended, Professor Xs school for gifted children, had been a safe place for mutants for years. She had graduated, and now she was on her own even though she was always welcomed back to the school if needed.

Ivy decided to go and look for the man. If he was a mutant, there were probably humans after him. Ivy had heard stories of what some humans could do if they caught themselves some mutant, and Ivy had been close once or twice to experience those stories. Luckily, she was stronger than them. She put her book in her bag and started moving into the forest again, her mind scanning the forest, looking for any thought or feeling the man could have. It was risky, but Ivy had to help if she could.

It didn’t take very long, really. After just a little while, she saw a man leaning towards a tree. He looked exhausted. Ivy moved silently, her bare feet knew exactly were to land to not make a noise. She stood a few meters from the man, and wasn’t going to go any closer. She didn’t know his powers, if he now was a mutant, and how he would react. Her green eyes studied him, and she could feel his exhaustion.
“You look like you could need a hand” Ivy said with the tiniest smile playing on her lips.

Chase's breath became stadier as his once tense stare softened. His eyes closed as he thinks of how the chase had lasted for weeks. Hiding and ducking into mutual terretory of numourus shady contacts he had acumulated through out the years.

As Chase finally relaxed a sound jerked him out of the forced calm he had made himself. And thus quickly he formed a throwing blade from the dried blood on her arms and threw it towards the sound.

But as he saw the blond women he formed another knife and looked at her with causion. "Who the fuck are you?" he spat out as he stood up.

His breath was more steady now and eyes flairing with a wish to survive.

I can't run... But if I kill her first...

Luckily, Ivy’s reflexes were quick. She dodged the knife, which seemed to be formed out of his own blood, and watched the man form another knife. She couldn’t blame him. Her smile grew bigger.
Well, good luck killing me. She put the thought in his mind, mostly to let him know that they both were mutants, and raised an eyebrow. He obviously could create things with blood, which probably meant that he could do things with her blood. She didn’t want to know if she was right, however.
“I’m not here to harm you” she said instead, out loud this time, calmly. She looked at the man and finally met his red eyes.
“You’re running from someone, and are harmed” she said and looked at how he was standing; he had probably strained his ankle.

Chase glared at her as the voice clang through his mind. His stnace was softened slightly, but not quite relaxed. His knife was still clutched in his hand as the white began coating his hand.

"Why should I trust you?" he scoffed, "even though we are both mutants doesn't mean you can't be agianst me." he then said with a grin. He tried to keep his mind cleared as to not show her somethign he doesn't want her to.

Ivy didn’t let her smile die out.
“That’s very true. You don’t know if you can trust me, as much as I don’t know if I can trust you” she said and looked the man in the eyes again. He was good at concealing his mind and Ivy wondered if he had met another telekinetic mutant before. Probably not, since they were rare. Anyway, it was harder to read his state of mind than she had thought.
“I’m offering you help, either you can take it, or stay here and hope that whoever is chasing you won’t run faster than you’re limping” she said and her eyes fell to his ankle. After a few seconds, they returned to his red eyes.

Chase stared at her and a soft chuckle escaped him and a grin formed. With a sigh he leaned back on the tree. Now playing with the blood-knife in his hand. "True, say me this. How far away are we from the nearest city that is not that way?" he said pointing with his thumb to back where he had emerged.

He was still tired and his mistrust in this telepath was higher than a stoner in a weed shop, but what could happen if he did get some help from her.

I know you can read my mind, so let us just try and keep low. I don't know how far those bastards are willing to chase me.

Ivy didn’t move, but the man seemed to relax, at least at some level, since he now played with his little weapon and wasn’t as tense as he had been a few seconds ago. His words were very clear in her mind, which was a sign that he had wanted her to read them. She just nodded.
First of all, I need to know who the bastards are. That, and your name. She looked towards his finger and pointed in the direction behind her.
That way you have a smaller town. Easy to hide in. Ivy looked at his arms, which were covered in dirt and bandages.
And a place to take care of whatever wounds you have.

My wounds heal pretty quick, I just need some food. Also not going to trust you with my name, but just call me C.

He smiled and he turned the knife back into liquid form, as the blood flew across the air he made it seep back into one of his wounds. The red of his eyes disapeared and the golden brown once now stared into the blonds green once.

He pealed himself off the tree and began walking, trying his best to not show the how the limp has worson. At the same time he lowered his military green bomber-jacket sleeves.