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[Paine Helsing]

Paine was always told by his mother that if he walked far enough, it would take him somewhere, so that is what he decided to do with himself today. His feet just carried on and his eyes watched. He had been walking since that morning and it was already around evening time, the sun beginning to droop and wanting to fall under the horizon, but it wasn't quite there yet. He was able to look at the sun without it hurting his eyes, which made him rather thankful. The bright sphere was just as beautiful as ever, and he almost envied it for having so much fire to look at at all times. But it wasn't like the sun could see. He needed to stop thinking into so much depth upon things that didn't matter, like this for example, but with his mind being the way it was, it was always pondering over something that made relatively no sense, and this case was no different.

The wind blew and he breathed in a deep intake, letting it out in a sigh that contained a bit of his voice. He didn't smile, but he felt happy to be away from civilization for a while. Being away from people made it easier to think on his part and he didn't have to put up with people shoving him out of the way when he walked a little too slow, or people laughing at him because he would simply stare at others and watch them.

But, back to what his mother would always tell him. Today, it seemed like his destination that had been picked at random for him was a house that looked like it hadn't been touched in years. It was completely abandoned, and showed it; the walls looked like they could cave at any moment, the roof wasn't exactly in tact, and some of the windows were smashed, and the others were stained to the point where no sight could be achieved if one were to peer through.

The pyromaniac blinked his emerald eyes and smiled slightly at it, taking a few steps forward. He wondered for a moment if he were ever to get out of this slump that he had been in for what seemed like years. Perhaps it would take some sort of social interaction to bring him out of it, but any sort of the interaction would just interrupt his thoughts and he couldn't find the answers he wanted, then. It was all a large vortex seemingly inescapable.

His pale hand reached forward and pressed against the homely walls, and he looked at them, trying to feel the memories with his hand, but of course such things would never come to him. He could always try, though.

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[Tristan Caine]

The man called Caine had changed his clothes again. Never leave a scene with key identifying features. Again he had changed the way he walked and stood. He had taken meticulous time to attach his weapons and gadgets. He could ill afford mistakes.

He watched the young red head enter the warehouse. He measured his gait, his face, hair, movement, and clothes. He seemed a bit out of place but Caine doubted if this man were government. Mutant? Possibly. Hope for the best, expect the worst.

He moved swiftly and silently around the building, making notes of all possible points of entry and egress. He was satisfied he could at least wait out here for a while.

He moved without a sound inside the building and stood back in a corner, coated perfectly in shadows and waited to observe the man. He held his hands behind his back but inside his black overcoat. One hand held a throwing knife, the other clutched three small magnesium powder bombs.

"One cane never be too cautious," he thought.

He waited with the infinite patience he was capable of. Best to know more about someone than they knew about you.

[Matthieu Ghautier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NNLwM.gif); width: 500px; padding: 10px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #494949; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 340px; margin-left: 125px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 22px; color: #e2e2e2; text-transform: lowercase; height: 100px; margin-top: -115px; text-align: justify;]you're the devil in disguise Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the you seemed. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got wise. You're the devil in disguise, oh yes, you are the devil in disguise.[/style]
[atrb=style, width: 110px;][atrb=vAlign,top][style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]tags[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Paine[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]words[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]four-seven-nine[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]notes[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Gotta love Matt, sometimes.[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 320px;][style=background-color: #494949; font-family: tahoma; color: #e2e2e2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]Matthieu, or Matt as he actually preferred, lounged against one of the many crumbling walls, with eyes half-closed. To any outsider he looked relaxed, but the shape shifter was brimming with nervous tension. He had hoped to escape the humans who hunted him, the very humans that had hurt him so and yet here there where footsteps. He was thinking about changing to his horse form, the horrifying beast that could strike fear in most lesser men, but he hadn't enough energy. He was forced to stay human for a little while longer. He loathed it, reminded him too much of those who had killed his younger brother. It didn't stop him from sliding into the shadows however, searching for the disturbance. His footsteps silent, especially compared to the hooves that carried over a ton on them. The thought made him briefly smirk and then he inhaled more of the nicotine that the cigarette gave him. It made him relaxed, most of the time, and that was actually a good thing. If it was one of those disgusting low-lives that provided him information. Second floor and he stared down at the entrance. His hands lazily dangling from the iron balustrade that threatened to give out with his weight against it, nearly completely rusted fro disuse. He was sure that he wouldn't be seen, at least not easily. The gleam of red eyes and the cigarette end most likely where easy to spot in the gloom. All the more reason for the other to worry. Matt knew that he unnerved other humans quite a bit, most thought that it was the expression that he carried on his features. A smirk that didn't promise anything good and the quiet suggestion that he had the power to back it up. The first thing he noticed, of course, was the almost vibrant red hair that the other man sported and a single eyebrow raised at that, not to be sure if he had to be amused by this fact. He didn't speak yet though, merely content with watching for the moment. A hand was pushed against the wall and while it was too dark to see, he thought the other's eyes closed. This was the moment that he decided to infer with "What are you doing here?" He murmured, making sure that his voice reached the other person. He still didn't move though, apart to flick the dying cigarette to the ground below. "It isn't often I get visitors here.." He continued, smirking even more and preparing himself to attack, if it was needed "You one of those so called hunters?" Of course he wouldn't get a honest reply, although the other's actions would prove it. He may be surprised, even, although he told himself. That chance was rather small. He was not aware of the other man that had entered the building[/style]
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[Tristan Caine]

Caine tensed silently at the intrusion of the new voice. Tensed, but did not move. He had smelled the smoke but had written it off as of no consequence. So far it seemed he had gone unnoticed.

This new entity was almost blatantly mutant. Red eyes glinted from his second story perch. Apart from that it was difficult to make anything else out. He didn't clutch tighter at his weapons, didn't shift, and refused to breath any harder. He slowed his heart rate and waited.

His brain was doing double time. Edge? His presence was unknown. Plan? Wait. Possible violence, deescalation, or evade situation entirely. Tactics? No way could he get the drop on both. Best to get the one on high ground first. Distract both. Incapacitate low, attack high, finish low.

He began planning what he would do upon being discovered if it came to that.

[Paine Helsing]

The first thing that Paine noticed was drastically off was the scent that this house was radiating. He had smelled it before, and it obviously belonged to that of a cigarette, so he looked around for a light. It was the first thing that he saw when he looked up at the second floor, as well as a glowing pair of eyes. It surprised him; it was the same thing that his would do when he was child and still did every now and again.

The redhead simply stared for a few moments, taking a step back. Perhaps there was quite a reason that he was brought here in the first place. But in instinct, his mouth twitched into a twisted smirk, the emerald color of his eyes turning just a bit darker, though not in color. In emotion. He gave a deep chuckle of a laugh when he was asked what he was doing here. The second question made his face soften though; he had never heard of a hunter.

"A what?" He asked, blinking his eyes a few times and staring at the other oddly. Either Paine was missing something from the conversation or this guy was a lunatic. Hell, this person was acting like he owned the abandoned mansion, but then again... Paine was the one walking into it.

The mutant was completely unaware of the other soul in the room that was specialized in capturing those of Paine's kind, but then again, the pyromaniac didn't even know just what "his kind" was. He was determined to find out, and perhaps he could find it from this new man he had discovered; they had the same eyes. Different colors, but they both pierced through darkness. As Paine's gaze narrowed, the emerald color glared and began to illuminate, shining like two green flashlights, though not radiating too far. It could be noticed with ease, however.

The redhead was still quite new to this, so he decided he would create a light. The creature held out his hand, and not knowing about the other soul in the room, lit a fire in the palm of his hand. It floated there, but was tied to the redhead for all energy. He was then able to see the other with ease, but was not focused on the "hunter" in the room, nor did he see any other person. Fire's light doesn't provide that much sight, anyway.

"What do you mean, hunter?"

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[Matthieu Ghautier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NNLwM.gif); width: 500px; padding: 10px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #494949; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 340px; margin-left: 125px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 22px; color: #e2e2e2; text-transform: lowercase; height: 100px; margin-top: -115px; text-align: justify;]you're the devil in disguise Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the you seemed. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got wise. You're the devil in disguise, oh yes, you are the devil in disguise.[/style]
[atrb=style, width: 110px;][atrb=vAlign,top][style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]tags[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Paine & Tristan[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]words[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]four-eight-seven[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]notes[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Matt is such a sweet guy. *sarcasm* Also, it may become an issue here. So I'm pulling my admin powers here. The posting order after this post will go as following here; Paine, Tristan, Matt and then Paine again. Good? Good. :U[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 320px;][style=background-color: #494949; font-family: tahoma; color: #e2e2e2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]This man didn't put effort in it however, it simply happened with or without his consent, but after many years, he supposed that the effect could be called cool. Especially if he could intimidate others with it and that happened quite often if they were normal humans who lived and worked on their little boring lives. It was an effect from standing in the gloom and trying to pierce it. He usually closed his eyes halfway so that he wouldn't be noticed. If he had been in his other form, he wouldn't have cared at all. But as a human he was fragile and while not necessary weak, he could be fatally wounded far quicker. He saw those eyes darken, although how he did, he didn't know. He crossed his arms on the balustrade and gave a short mockery of a shrug "They hunt 'em little mutants." He purred lowly, rage nearly clouding his senses just thinking about it "Annoying pests." He continued speaking softly and hands balled into fists. He lowered his head, nearly making them rest on his hands and kept staring, observing. He was far from interested in the other, although he did look interesting. He had wondered for a moment who or what the other was, but then it was gone and left apathy in its wake. Matt would've laughed if those thoughts had been said out loud, even agreed to them. He was insane, at least many told him that, if they didn't value their lives anymore, that is. He noted though that the other wasn't very likely to be one of those wretched creatures, although yet he kept wary. It all could be an act. His eyebrows raised when the other's eyes glowed, it didn't seem like the same glow that he made with his own. It seemed to be on purpose, something that he couldn't. He didn't feel envy though, he'd rather had not that ability than being forced to endure the glow every night and in every dark place he resided in. He almost felt sorry, if he had been capable of nursing such an emotion. He straightened again however, curiosity briefly illuminating his cold features. He wanted to know more, wondered if he could use the other. It would confuse those who were behind him, it would make them question if he could change his eye-color. Once more he leaned further away when the fire entered the younger man's hand and nearly he whistled. He clapped his hands instead, though "Rather impressive." He hummed, avoiding looking at it and thus spotting the third man. He grinned toward him, displaying his teeth into a sinister look that came naturally to him and then focused his attention back to the young male "A hunter like him there." He lazily pointed toward Tristan. He chuckled, the sound echoing "Kill it, before it can run back to its little family." He suggested.[/style]
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[Tristan Caine]

This was getting bad, quickly. Caine wasn't equipped to deal with two mutants. Fully rested and strapped? Maybe. Depeneded on the mutants.

He let go of the blade and spread loaded both his hands with the magnesium powder bombs. He withdrew his hands and tensed.

When he let the conversation die he gripped hard. The small bombs were no bigger than walnuts but packed a punch. Magnesium powder, gun powder, and a small amount of RDX which acted as the trigger device. RDX was military grade, used in blasting caps for C4 and the like and highly sensitive. All it took was a good impact and the small bombs would light up with a brilliant white light, a horrific bang, and had been known to spread trace shrapnel and burns around if anyone was close enough.

With two in each hand he waited for the silence to mount....

He moved too quickly to be seen leaping up and out and launched. Two bombs up top, two bombs down low. He shut his eyes and braced his equilibrium. The flash on bang was intense but he was halfway out the door before it affected him too much.

And he was gone.

[Paine Helsing]

And in an instant, there was another man in the room that Paine had failed to notice before. The redhead's emerald eyes stared at the other, but then flickered quickly back to the mysterious man that was upon the top floor. He looked like he was the least bit interested, but that was perfectly fine with the mutant. The strangest people could hold information that he was searching for.

However, he was surprised when he was ordered to go after the hunter. He didn't understand a single bit of this, and he just turned and looked to him again, blinking quickly and looking almost frozen. The man whipped away and attacked the old building with bombs. They caused an explosion that was powerful, but his skin, being fire-proof, allowed him to escape most damage, even through the direct hit.

The light made him close his eyes and clover his face out of instinct, and he gave an irritated growl out of obvious aggravation, but other than that, there wasn't too much to prove that he had just survived such an attack.

He gave a long sigh when it was over, and he was quickly looking around to see if the mysterious man was still there.

Paine had so many things that were constantly nagging at his brain, and the answers were the only thing that he knew, at this point in time, was going to save what sanity he had left. To him, no answers equaled no relaxation, so he was a tense figure, a person who never could rest completely. Sure, he could sit, lay down, sleep even, but on the inside he was just a slave to himself. Of course he would never complain though, just search for what he needed to find. As of now, he was hopeful. Just the tiniest bit hopeful.

"Are you still here?" He called out, not being able to see the other one; his eyes were still a bit blinded from the obscenely bright light that had momentarily destroyed his vision. He was blinking, trying to get it back to its usual position. "Can you please tell me: what exactly is a mutant?"

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[Matthieu Ghautier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,5,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NNLwM.gif); width: 500px; padding: 10px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #494949; width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 5px; margin: 5px;][/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 340px; margin-left: 125px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 22px; color: #e2e2e2; text-transform: lowercase; height: 100px; margin-top: -115px; text-align: justify;]you're the devil in disguise Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You fooled me with your kisses. You cheated and you schemed. Heaven knows how you lied to me. You're not the you seemed. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel. But I got wise. You're the devil in disguise. Oh, yes, you are the devil in disguise. You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got wise. You're the devil in disguise, oh yes, you are the devil in disguise.[/style]
[atrb=style, width: 110px;][atrb=vAlign,top][style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]tags[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Paine[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]words[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]five-zero-eight[/style] [style=font-family: century gothic; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; color: #e2e2e2;]notes[/style] [style=background-color: #EB9942; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; width: 95px; text-transform: uppercase;]Manipulating Matt is manipulating~[/style]	[atrb=style, width: 320px;][style=background-color: #494949; font-family: tahoma; color: #e2e2e2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]The perch was quite comfortable, easy to abandon if it was required, but at the moment it didn't seem to be the case and he relaxed further to observe the scene playing out in front of him . His gaze was locked on the human with an almost amused twinkle, although his gaze couldn't pierce the shadows completely and slowly his attention shifted to the rest of the shadows and the numbers dancing in the sky. He didn't pay attention to the other mutant, silently acknowledging him as kin and not going to hurt him, at least this moment. It always could change and he was aware of that. He was not amused when the bombs exploded, far from amused. He snarled when the light pierced his eyes and blinded him for the moment and then everything fell away from underneath him, or at least he believed that it was that what happened. He stumbled away and felt his back hit the wall and then everything became silent around him. He panted lightly, trying to recover from the shock and slowly eased his hands away from his eyes and peeled them open, hissing when even the slightest hints of light hurt the sensitive orbs. No, he wasn't amused. He was extremely pissed. A question pierced the silence then and he straightened carefully, picking himself up from the debris and dusted his clothes down and then sauntered over back to the balustrade. He stopped himself from blinking a few times, hated that tears threatened to form because of the pain and ripples ran over his skin, threatening to turn into fur and his joints ached as they wanted to shift in the more comfortable shape. The horse could endure pain better, but he had gotten worse than this, he told himself and slowly the urge ebbed away. He was lucky that it was true, otherwise the other mutant would have an angry horse on his hands. "I believe I am." He replied, the smirk curling the corners of his mouth upward in the familiar look of arrogance that usually dominated his features. He made his way down, jumping over the balustrade, knowing it wasn't far down. His knees bent and joints jarred and he hissed. Maybe he had slightly underestimated it. He soon straightened again and sauntered over "A mutant?" He echoed, the word he had heard though was monster, freak. Other names that he had been called in his life in captivity. His fists clenched tightly for a moment and then relaxed as if nothing was wrong. Matt felt like laughing and a chuckle escaped his throat instead "Is a human with different DNA." He spoke, approaching the other male "We are... stronger, smarter and better than those who think that can control us." The other seemed naive, he could use that. His shape kept approaching until only a foot or five separated them and the smirk widened into a grin "Mutants are given power." He continued in an even softer voice "The next step in the evolution." [/style]
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