1964-01-17 - Familiar Faces
Summary: Raven sees a familiar face and turns into a total girl.
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victor raven 


Lynette had been saying for the longest time to Victor that he should meet her friends. Similar goals, she'd said, were held by them. After the most recent attack on the pair of them? He'd decided time was ripe to do just that. Wrapped in his long furred coat the man was headed to the location she'd described. A hulking figure that most would avoid at this hour on his travels, the mutant still gave the air a sniff and occasionally turns his eyes over the street. He seems to expect someone or something might be out there tailing him.

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While Hell's Kitchen was often times just a place to put her things, the area that directly surrounds the Tenement was Raven's unofficial turf. Though, it wouldn't be a surprise to see her outside this late at night, though not dressed as she usually would, a tall woman with blonde hair, peacoat and scarf to cover the neck. This was just her normal.. or.. when she was around her 'other' brother, the normal look she carried about herself. Her heels tip-tapping upon the ground, gloved hands tucked deep within her pocket, nice little cigarette hung from the corner of her lips as she rolls the butt upon the surface of the lower with a lash of her tongue to inhale..and puff out. She was not that far from the hulking figure. Not -too- far. For once he crossed the street and onto her block, she turned the corner and began that quiet, aimless stroll right towards the tenement. All the while watching his back.

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Victor Creed was given quite a few gifts by his mutation, perhaps a balance for all the awful years of childhood it ment he would be subjected too. Amoungst his powers however, was not an eidetic memory. When the scent of the cigarettes hits him? He gives a little exhale of breath out his nose. It would always be stronger to his senses, but it was a smell he was used to. The scent beneath it however? That makes him pause, a frown on his nose at its familarity he can't quite place while he continues his walk deeper into the 'turf'.

How the hell was he going to make contact?

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Easy. She'll show him!

With each stride he takes, two steps of her own was taken, her hand flitting from her peacoat to pinch the butt of the cigarette between two fingers. She curls them, drawing her palm upright as she flicks the lit cigarette in his direction, though not to aim and hit, but to send the burning embers tumbling near his feet. Yes, she was hoping he'd see it. She was hoping that he'd stop and turn and 'think' about going another way. Across the street, perhaps. Maybe back the same way he came. She'll possibly allow a shoulder-check on his way by, depending on her mood in three seconds.

"You are not familiar 'round these parts." Her cool voice was easily recognizable. In this skin, she is Her as much as she is blue. "And really, pardon my use of southern connotations but you best be moving on quicker than the slow ass pace your packing, bub." Ew. Logan.

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Victor actually does the exact opposite of that suggestion. Go figure. He stops on the spot, turning to face the smoking woman with a raised eyebrow and the slightest hint of fang in his smirk. "I look like a man who gets told where to walk darlin'" he questions, looking down at the shorter blonde form of the woman. That scent coming off her? It's familier, but he can't place it. Maybe he'd bumped into the woman in a bar? It would explain the attitude.

"I'm lookin' for a friend of a friend, and I'm gonna take as much time as I want doin' so."

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"Yeah, you sure as fu—.." Raven was ready to square up, right up until the point she got a good look at his face, her own features squinting, her upper-lip curling, and.. "UGH!" Her gloved hand lifts into the sky to wave him off, taking that one harsh step to the left as she begins to walk past him with a hurried step, her head down, wind blowing upon her blonde curls as she mutters just beneath her breath. "Fucking.. people.. fucking.. woodworks.." Which easily translates to, 'Fucking people coming out of the fucking woodworks', that's if his keen ears caught it all. "Get the fuck away from here, man. There's no friend of a friend in these parts. Go check Harlem." Those steps carry her right to the messed up gate that was kicked aside with a booted heel, and right up the stairs to the messed up door of the Tenement.

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Victor wasn't exactly taken by most to be an intelligent man. There was always a little bit of an expectation that someone so big and scruffy looking could have anything going on in their head was near impossible. He'd had quite the life over his near-century and he'd learned a few tricks. That same little flicker of her face and her sudden fleeing has him putting 2 and 2 together. He hadn't quite got to 4, but he was working on it.

"Hold yer' horses," he speaks up, stepping after the fleeing blonde. "My friend's name is Lynette…and why do you know me?"

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"Oh no no no, you're not fucking me over again Creed!" Raven calls out, bumping her shoulder against the door after fitting the keys into the lock, then steps inside. Naturally, she was already up the stairs, those slender legs taking two at a time, even in those thick heels that she wears. "Oh yeah? Lynette? Lil cajun gal? Speaks like some sultry sweetheart with a bit of cotton in her mouth? I know her. -Keep- her!" Because anything dealing with Creed, is bad, bad news.

Though she happens to stop at the top of the second floor, peering over the banister with a little weirded out frown. "Are you serious?" It was a turn that has her trouncing right back down the stairs, partway. "I ought to shoot you right in between the eyes. I get within five inches of Logan and he remembers me." She pauses, her jaw tensing, foot idly tapping against the ground. But, she says nothing else about how she knows him, she only gets to the good bits. "What do you want."

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And people say he has a temper! Obviously she knew his name, but for the life of him he couldn't work out why the hell she'd be shouting in the middle of the street at him. Then he catches that smell again and it hits him, something clicks and memory catches up. Maybe that was the secret, getting close. "YOU?!" he exclaims, eyes wide for a moment before they narrow again. "You're dead, or you should be. You don't even look like 'you'. What is this?"

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Oh! There he was, and as the recognition set in for him, her head begins to nod furiously, wanting to raise a finger and point towards him, and possibly do the most girly thing she has ever done since she's arrived back in the states, like slap him. Or kick him. Or something! "Oh.. ohoho, I look like -me- alright. You just haven't seen this particular face!" She calms, her fingers curling into a fist, then shakes them out as she gives a shake of her head. "You wanted to find Lynette's friends? Here I am. Now, you can leave, since you're not telling me what you want. I got shit to do. Come back when your brain catches up with the rest of you."

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Victor actually places a hand to his forehead. A noise of frustration from his lips. He's hardly going to gut Lyn's friends, but that doesn't mean he's not having a nerve or two stepped on. "Yeah, I don't recognize someone who skipped town on me decades ago and turned up with a different face when they were supposed to be dead. Cry about it!" he snaps before crossing his arms. "I came here to offer my help, expecting to find some mutants with a bit of brains and a goal between them. Not some hysterical crazy changing faces and givin' me attitude."

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Raven shakes her head completely, her hands thrown up in the air yet again as she gives him a look that could kill. Or couldn't! Compared to him, it would be like a kitten attempting to maul a panther, if but if they couldn't get rid of each other all those years ago? What was the point of trying now. "Well welcome to second first impressions!" She says, the snark still within her voice, the flow of her arms slowing as she shifts to her natural blue state, the red hair dangling upon her shoulders which she brushes by with a hint of ire. "Happy now?" She asks, then stomps her feet upon the ground. And with that, she turns, continuing the path up the stairs as she mutters beneath her breath. "You wanna help? Come with me. As I said, I got stuff to do."

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The blue-skinned state? It doesn't really match the face she'd worn when they'd met, but it at least explained how the hell she was still alive. A mutant? Makes sense. With a grunt of his frustration, the large man does indeed move to follow. He's feeling 'helpful' it seems, he'd promised to do so after all.

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