1963-02-17 - A Meeting of Gold and Blue
Summary: A random meeting in a bar: one is gold, one glows blue.
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ryan josh 


It's late, but the Eight Ball is oddly quiet, which could be anything at all. Mutant Town has been going through its ups and downs lately, and this is apparently one of the downs. Sitting in the corner is one person though, an All American Golden Boy. Normally, that'd mean the regular sort of thing: a young jock looking guy with blond hair. Only… Josh is *literally* golden. His skin looks like polished metallic gold, even though as he lifts his tequilla and downs a shot, the skin bends and moves just like regular skin, despite its color. He's got the whole bottle at his table.

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Ryan looks like a normal guy. Walks like a normal guy. Talks like a normal guy. So why did the bouncer let him in? Well.. he glows. He wasn't glowing when he walked up but he had to do something that proved he wasn't normal. When he walked inside, he just.. kept glowing. The glow seems to permeate his normal clothing so there's definately something funky going on with him. Once inside, he just sort of.. stands there. Looking around. Like.. he's not entirely sure what to do now that he's gotten here.

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Josh catches sight of the glowing fellow and blinks. That's different. Then again, a lot is different in here. Some people pass, some don't. Josh and Ryan obviously don't right now, but still. Ever the frienly sort, he lifts a hand to make a sort of wave-invitation for Ryan to head around over towards him. He recognizes that look of uncertainty.

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Given his options, Ryan seems to settle the matter with a shrug and walks over towards the golden fellow. After all, it seems to fit. "Hey." He offers in quasi bravado. "So this is a bar for mutants." He looks around as the painfully obvious statement hangs in the air. "So ahh.. what do folk do here? Exactly." He looks back at Josh then.. pulls out a chair to sit down like it's suddenly dawning on him he should do that.

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"This is a bar for people." corrects Josh gently, "Mutants, non mutants, people. Free people who don't judge and condemn and hate people who are different. As it happens non-mutants don't show up often, but I don't blame them, I blame the segregation that is Mutant Town." He rises, and heads to the bar, and is shortly returning with a second shot glass, and he pours two shots of tequila, passing one over towards Ryan, "One does what one does in a bar. They drink. They talk." He grins suddenly, "We do whatever we want. I'm Josh."

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Ryan quirks a brow that's kinda hard to see what for the glowrod of himself then thumbs at the door. "Brutus there kind of hints unwelcome." Still, he waits for the return from the bar and looks down at the shot. "Thanks but.. I don't drink. No. Really. I could drink that but it'd be a waste." There's a sort of impotent gesture at the glass then the smile. "Ryan." Names need hands, so he extends his towards Josh.

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"Brutus is there to keep us safe. Then again its a fool that would try to endanger us in here." Josh reaches out and takes Ryan's hand, and halfway through the shake his brow furrows as he tilts his head to the side, "That's interesting." he remarks, "What are you eating? You're not yet your body is being nourished as we speak." He gestures to the shot again, "Have a drink. I can make it so its not a waste, no problem. Maybe for one night, but how often do you get that chance?"

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Ryan laughs. "Yeah. It's complicated. I'm good. Really. I mean.." He points at the glass with that same sort of.. wavey gesture. "It's your liquor." He shrugs and tips it back and sets the glass down with a shrug. "Food.. just doesn't do it for me anymore. Which sucks. I really enjoyed pizza." There's a little sigh and he traces his finger across the top of the glass. "So how about you? Any downsides to ahh.." He points at Josh's gold tone.

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"The gold is the downside." Josh tips the shot back and then, since Ryan doesn't want one, tips the other back as quickly. "It's better then the black, which is the serious downside. I lay hands and heal a man, I'm gold for a day, i lay hands and hurt a man, I'm black— not like, negro black but metallic black— until I can force it off." He shrugs a bi, "Even if food doesn't do it for you, what's to stop you from enjoying pizza anyways? Besides, like I said, I can fix that for you. Temporarily, at least."

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Ryan seems skeptical as Josh adds some emphasis on the 'fixing' bit. "Nah. It's alright. I'm getting used to it. And.. well.. I should. You won't be around every day.." There's another shrug. "Sounds like a harmic thing. Doesn't make a lot of sense scientifically but then mutations don't much either. Not in the traditional sense. I mean.. telepathy and pyrokinesis and.. it's all kind of surreal. I was studying cosmic rays when this happened to me. Talk about hand in the cookie jar." He laughs.

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"I can't really explain the black-gold thing." admits Josh with a slight shrug, "The rest… biokinesis. I have nearly complete control of organic and biological matter. Usually, that means I heal people. Knit bones back together, close wounds in tissue, erase disease. In the community, i'm Elixir, the cure for what ailes you." He grins suddenly, and pours another shot, "Also means I get exactly as drunk as I want to. Too drunk? Turn up the metabolism. Not enough? Turn it down." He cocks his head to the side, "Cosmic rays? So besides glowing, what's your thing?"

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"That's a very good question." Ryan replies wanly. "I can fly? Made it to the ionosphere once. Then realized I was going to be late for class so I came back. I'm strong? Aside from being blue, I guess I'm a bit like Warbird.. only.. not as good looking." He winks. Oh yeah. She's hot.

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Josh snorts and shakes his head, "Not interested in Warbird, so I'll take your word on the evaluation." Still he shrugs and grins, "Well, I can't fly and though my body is perfect, that doesn't include include super strength. Just peak natural strength. In fact, flying sounds like a LOT of fun. So that seems to be a really solid plus. I just make people better. Then again I did that before my power manifested— I was a surgeon." He frowns at that, looking away.

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Ryan cants his head. "And now you can heal people better than you ever could before. How is that bad?" He looks Josh over. "Sure, fine, you go gold when you heal people. I glow blue unless I concentrate on it. But honestly? Strength is all fine and good until someone loses an eye." He grins.

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"And if you lose an eye I will give you an eye." quips Josh with an equal grin shrugging, "The bad?" he says seriously, "I was fired, my family disowned me, my friends won't speak to me. But don't get me wrong, some people do speak to me. In particular, debt collectors. The student loans that paid for my college and medical school? They still talk to me as much as possible." Josh sounds bitter.

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"You still have your license, right?" Ryan asks hopefully. "I mean..even if you were fired..couldn't you work for a medical research firm or something? Or.. is it really that bad?" Says the fellow who's likely only lived in the world of mutantdom for a week.

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"They won't hire me." Josh says grimly, shaking his head and rising, "I first healed a man in the hospital I worked, I turned gold. That was it. They won't hire freaks, Ryan. The Brotherhood, though…" He shrugs, "We care about what people can do. But, nice to meet you. We can talk about that later."

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Ryan squints a little. His eyes are glowing blue so it's more a wrinkle of his forehead. "Yeah." His tone suggests he's got some things to think about. He gets up from the chair and heads for the door.. fading to a pale caucasian fellow with brown hair as he passes the threshold.

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