2019-06-11 - Why Is The Ice Cream Gone?

Summary:

Work never ends for the team at Paragon Investigations. Nick and Isis catch up things including their strange visitor

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Date: Tue Jun 11 11:39:50 2019
Location: Paragon Investigations

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Nick does sometimes sleep at Paragon Investigations. There are bunks here. Four of them in fact, in two rooms upstairs, along with the shower. This place was made for more, there's certainly room for more, but some of the furniture has been removed.

When Nick went to bed Kyle was in the other room. He hasn't checked if the man is still there since coming downstairs. Either he is or he isn't. At the moment the big brown werewolf is sitting at his desk with the door open, two scratchpads next to him alternating typing and writing in them. One of them says 'Department H'.

The other one is for a new case. He's going to have to get Isis to make up the casefile for that soon. When she comes back from… wherever she is. She'd said she had something important to do and generally speaking Nick is willing to take people at their word.

Isis stalks in through Nicks door, the small ice cream container in her hands thrown in the bin by the door.

She doesn't stop but rounds the werewolfs desk and nudges his arm, disregarding the fact that he might be working, and tries to climb into his lap.

"Hey Isis. What's going o-ooookay we're doing this…" Isis is not a cat, or rather, she isn't the size of a housecat so climbing into his lap does mean pushing his chair back from the desk. If she had a tail, he suspects it would be flicking back and forth in satisfaction.

At least she doesn't feel the need to lay down on top of his keyboard.

"Well hi there." Nick smiles. This is not entirely unusual with Isis. Her conception of personal space is… unusual. Very broad. To her, all space is personal space and the person is her. So it's all hers. All of it.

"When did we get ice cream?" Nick doesn't remember buying that…

Isis isn't really a small woman either, middling height would be a good description, so 'climbing' into Nicks lap is a bit of production. But then, she's been doing that since she was sixteen and they'd rescued … recovered … her from AIM.

Once settled, she fits her head under the werewolfs chin, ears flicking a bit. He can feel the rumble of her purr as she settles.

All the space belong Isis. That's what they said in her classes.

"We didn't." she doesn't say hi "I got it from the mutant I went to meet this morning."

Much like all beings that learn to climb into another's lap when they are younger and smaller, Isis takes up more of the lap now than she used to. Nick accepts this with good grace. He learned a long time ago that pushing her off results in torn trousers. This does mean he's not getting anymore work done until Isis decides she no longer needs this space though.

Or rather, deigns to let him have it back. That's probably more apt.

"You went to see a mutant this morning? Was it Kyle?" Is Kyle still upstairs? He really doesn't know. He wouldn't be surprised either way but the man doesn't seem likely to have ice cream much less let Isis have it. Or… lose a fight for it to her.

"Who was the mutant? Do they have a case for us?"

Torn trousers and a pouting feline-like mutant which usually results in her taking retribution later.

"Not Kyle. He was sleeping when I went out." Maybe she looked in on him before she went, or maybe she spent some time curled on the end of the bed.

Rubbing her head under his chin again, she continues "Professor Xavier asked me to go find a mutant. She was in an Ice Cream parlour. She's new, he wants to see if she'll go to the school."

Something comes to her though. "She's coming here tomorrow to meet the others. If she likes them and they clear here, they'll let her at the Institute."

It brings back memories of her capture. She'd been quarantined for a while. Hadn't been taken to the Institute for a month or so.

"The others?" Nick quirks his brow. Paragon Investigations is in the north of the city, so it's a convenient ish stop in from Westchester. It means that if they're coming south they don't have to go all the way into Manhattan. But it's not super common for them to have guests from 'up there'.

Even if both do visit. Hell Nick teaches there sometimes.

The rubbing under his chin gets a little bit of a chuckle and he rubs back. It's a rather… animal looking gesture. But then they are rather animal looking folk.

"Who are the others and when are they coming? And did you get her name?" What did Isis think of her he wonders? And perhaps more to the point… what did she think of Isis? The feline woman can be rather feline in ways that one just doesn't expect from someone with two legs.

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"Couldn't take her to the Institute. Needed somewhere she could come …" The short sentences normally indicate she's had to work hard at being 'normal'. Or as 'normal' as she can get. "I don't know who's coming but someone to vet her. Maybe Hilda will come, maybe one of the other telepaths."

The purring gets louder when Nick rubs his chin against her head. The sense of satisfaction that rolls of her getting stronger.

"Before lunch. They'll be here before lunch and her name is Allison. Allison Crestmere - said she can do things with heat." She can sense the curiosity coming from Nick and leans back a bit to look at him.

"I didn't bite her, if that's what you're wondering."

"Oh good. So she won't be turning into a werekitten…" He's teasing of course. Teased her before that if she bites people they might turn into her. Then stopped teasing her about that because she was starting to find the idea entirely too appealing.

"So someone else for you to appropriate their lap? Or can she make sunbeams for you to chase." Her being a cat is another source of humor, though that is kind of only half jokes. She IS rather feline and sometimes that's what makes it difficult for her to be 'normal'.

"Well we'll make sure the place is clean." Nick says and reaches up to scratch Isis ear. "So, tell me what you think of our other guest, mmm? You seemed keen on him last night."

"That doesn't happen. Not my power … " Isis sniffs as she settles again in Nicks arms. He's not getting any work done at least for the little while. It had been almost humorous when Nick realised what his teasing had wrought. The sixteen year old feral mutant had decided to test the premise.

A couple of students might still sport the scars.

"No. That's you and Piotr. She was alright." It's the typical feline indifference.

Rrrring a bit when Nick scratches her ear, Isis is quiet for a moment. "He's alright. Strange He was hungry, I could feel it … better he eat so I don't have to do that."

Oh she was intrigued, Nick can be sure. But maybe not even she could explain why.

"He's tall. What did you think of him?"

"I don't know yet." That's less typical feline indifference and more canine caution. "There's something about him and his background is…" Nick gestures with his free arm to one of the scratchpads.

"He's got powers. Someone was using them. And then he ran. Or… he didn't have a place anymore." Nick shakes his head. He's not sure that Kyle NEEDS their help. Or wants it. But he wants to find out. Helping mutants is what he does. What Isis does. What Paragon is all about.

"Are you comfy there?" Nick's still teasing but he's also still scratching her ears. So she's not likely to move. "Did you wind up staying here last night? I did." And he hadn't noticed her but he often doesn't until she decides to make herself known.

"You're worried." Isis can read Nick fairly easily. Whether that's because he lets her or something else, she hasn't thought on. "I think he ran. Something he said, maybe the way he said it. He was also concerned about us finding him."

"You want to help him? I don't know he can pay." It's a practicality they need to consider. "You going to do it … pro … for free?"

"Quite comfortable but you know that." Isis's ears flick as Nick scratches, the purring getting louder. No, she's not likely to move, but Nick knows that.

"Mmmhmm. I curled on the end of your bed for a bit after you slept and then Kyles for a bit." Where else she might have slept is a good question, she's a bit of a wild spirit. Plus she has the need to feed from others dreams.

"Pro bono." Nick helpfully adds. "And yes, I'm worried. I'm worried that whatever he ran from may follow him. And I'm worried that if we let him vanish onto the streets it's only a matter of time before you and I are following his trail again, only through bodies and not with our noses."

Nick gets those cases sometimes. They're never good cases, when mutants like Kyle, or himself or Isis have been pushed too hard for too long.

"I do have another case though. One that's paying. That I'll need you to make a file for at some point. Got a police sergeant from the M-Town precinct wants us to look in on some weird stuff that's been going on there." And hey money is good. Money keeps food on the table and the office lights on. Not to mention makes sure that everyone gets paid. Even Isis. Who DOES do work. Sometimes.

"Did you now? And then ran outside to dance on a hot tin roof?" That's a joke that he's not sure she's ever gotten, but he does wonder what she gets up to at night sometimes.

Does she get the zoomies?

"Pro bono, yes." Isis answers, nodding slowly "He's dangerous, but he tries to control it…" she sensed that much. She leans back again to hold Nicks gaze. "Do you want me to walk his dreams? They might tell us something …"

It might also get her into trouble and Nick knows that even if he says no, she still might do it.

She perks up at real work, paying work. "What sort of weird stuff?" Sometimes Isis stays in M-Town, she sees a lot of things down there. Weird is relative. "I'll make the file before I leave today…" If she remembers and doesn't get distracted by a bug or something.

"Not last night. The rooves weren't hot." No, she's never got the reference maybe Nick will show her the movie at some point.

Zoomies? Maybe in dreams.

"Do you think he'll notice?" Nick muses on that topic and then before she answers, he nods. "Do it. See if there's anything in there. If he's hunted, or ever ways, he may have nightmares. Or memories."

Any of that could be useful in figuring out what he was before he became the drifter he clearly is now. And whether or not he needs a hand up.

There is something odd about that one. Something Nick can't quite put a finger on.

"Sounds. Lights. Sparks. Things moving in the shadows in the park. Might be a gang or drug runners. Or just might be someone setting up something they don't want other people to see. Either way it's got people spooked." But it hasn't gotten dangerous. Not yet.

"I've got an appointment to check out one of the places it was happening tomorrow. I'd appreciate some company in case there's trouble."

Isis can deal with trouble but they have to be careful there. Too much emotional pressure on her can backfire, and spectacularly too.

"He might. Not many can, but some. His … mind is different. Sort of." beat "If he stays, I'll do it tonight." In many ways it's unemotional. She's a tool, that's what she raised to be. Dreamwalking was a bit part of that.

"Could just be kids too. I've noted some of the teens who are coming into their power like to play pranks." And people getting spooked is a good reward.

She's quiet when he says he wants her with him, her mind brushing his with something warm. "I wouldn't let you go alone. You'll get in trouble."

Cause Nick is the one who'll get trouble. Not a capricious feline.

That often happens, Nick getting in trouble. It often happens when Isis is around. Could those two things possibly be connected?

Probably not in Isis' mind. But Nick likes having her along anyway because sometimes when he DOES get in real hot water it's good to have someone sly and slippery to bail you out. She's done that a few times.

If he ever returned the favor he's sure she didn't notice. She's a cat, after all.

Nick chuffs a little bit and gives Isis a hug. "Good. Now, while we wait for that… maybe you can tell me why you didn't save any ice cream for me…"

Sly and slippery and the ability to slip into the daydreams.

Nicks bailed her out many times. She doesn't actively recognise it but she sticks around.

There's a soft yowl when Nick hugs her - more put on than anything truly annoyed. Rubbing her head under his chin "There wasn't enough and it was all gone by the time I got home." Really, he had to expect that answer.

"Can we get lunch?"

Wasn't enough might just mean there was only two thirds left and by the time Isis ate 'her fair share' she didn't think there was enough left to offer Nick. That's happened a few times. Sometimes while Nick watched.

"Yes, of course we can." Nick pats the feline mutant a couple of times to get her moving. Which he knows she will if there's lunch in the offing.

"How about Chinese? I've a hankering for good noodles…"

And there's a place just down the road, too.

"We can talk a bit more there too." Really, Nick knew that would be the next question. He probably anticipated it happening sometime around now.

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