Summary:Nick decides to find out why Isis is down. It has to do with Muffins. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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It's a very sad Isis that can be found in Paragon Investigations at the moment. So sad, in fact, that her mood might be affecting the others. She can be found, sitting in a patch of sunlight with files spread out around her. There's organisation to what she's doing - she is doing the filing. Just in a very Isis sort of way.
Nick will have been pinged for an expense on the card he's given Isis to use. A card with prepaid funds, so she can't overspend. It's a largish expense - from a cafe down in M-Town.
Nick knows she wasn't planning on being at a cafe. And he knows she's filing. And he knows she's upset because he can feel that. And he knows that he's vaguely lucky that she doesn't file the files according to what food they make her think of. Because… cat.
There's a knock on the door frame in the main room and there's the big brown werewolf, leaning on the doorframe. "Alright. What have you done? Or what was done to you?"
It's got to be one of those things doesn't it?
When he comes in, Isis looks up. She's still wearing the T-Shirt of his she "borrowed". That thing is going to need washing soon - if Nick can convince her to do that and if he can, he might need to lock his other t-shirts away.
"It wasn't me." The answer comes quickly enough. She must have sensed his approach. "I'm sorry. I really am. I bought muffins yesterday to bring home to you. From a cafe down in M-Town but the Reavers made me drop them."
That's got to be disturbing on a couple levels.
"You… I'm sorry what?" Nick straightens up and comes into the room. His nose wrinkles. That shirt smells more like her than him now. And not in a great way either.
"Reavers? Firstly, what is a Reaver? Secondly, why did they make you drop the muffins? Thirdly, why were you bringing me muffins from M-Town?"
So many questions and Nick has that sinking feeling that every single answer is just going to make this worse.
"What's wrong?" Isis gets the spike associated with his distaste over the shirt. He really is going to have to convince her.
"Uh … Reavers? I'm … not sure. That's what Scott and the others called them when they attacked the charity place I stopped by. They're … um… machine and people altogether." Cyborgs, is what she means. "They didn't seem to like mutants much and when they attacked, I dropped the box of muffins I had bought for us."
An attack. On mutants. In MTown. By Cyborgs.
"I bought the muffins after Jimmy bought me sandwiches. I thought you might like one and they looked so nice." Yes, one. She would have eaten the rest. The question is, apart from all of that, is why had she gone to M-Town? Nick knows she has … contacts there and stays there sometimes but she's been staying at PI an awful lot lately.
"You need to wash that thing." Nick says, wrinkling his nose again. "It smells sour." And it does. Sour in that 'blech' kind of way.
He puts his hands up in the T for timeout sign though. "Hang on, back that up. You were in M-Town for… some reason that you've yet to explain, and cyborgs attacked the mutants there? And the thing that you got the most out of this was that they ruined your muffin delivery?"
Isis is… such a cat sometimes.
"Oh, I hadn't noticed." Which is kind of interesting because Isis is sort fastidious about that sort of thing. Putting the filing aside she strips the shirt off. Leaving herself in a crop top - which is almost as modest as most people wear.
The shirt is bundled beside her, she'll go wash that … if she remembers. "Well, no. The attack was pretty bad, there was this guy that turned big and green, could hit really, really hard, he could. And the others handled them. And … yes. I bought the muffins the for you and me and I didn't want you thinking I'd ate them all."
And she'd tried so hard to bring him at least one.
Nick sits down next to Isis and puts his arm around her. "Are you hurt?"
He figures she'd probably mention if she were hurt but he doesn't know. She's all over the place sometimes. Her feline nature makes focusing difficult. Which is probably one reason she sticks so close to Nick. He knows how to deal with her. Though he does hope in time that she might tame some of that part of her.
"Okay. The others. Which others?" Because, of course, she's told him nothing of this. "Green guy sounds familiar at least."
Nick gets leaned into and Isis purrs. She's slowly improving since he and Piotr found her, but is slow and in some ways she might be a little stubborn.
"A little bit but not much. I'm quick and I'm clever. I sliced one of their hoses so they couldn't operate anymore and then the green guy hit them before I could get off." She blinks at the question "Oh. I don't know them all. Scott was there. And this lady who made the tires on one the metal men, liquid. The green guy. And this guy who became all black and had tentacles and a tongue. It was a *really* big tongue."
"I should have told you when I got in, shouldn't I?" she says. "I only went to M-Town to see if my friends in the Morlocks are ok. And then there were sandwiches and Jimmy and then that…"
"Ah. Scott." And the guy who called himself… did he introduce himself? Nick tries to think, Maybe he didn't. Or maybe it will come back to the big brown werewolf.
"Same big black guy who helped protect Miss Potts?" That guy? He can't imagine there are very many of those. "Wait? Jimmy again?"
Isis can be a bit scatter brained and most of the time it's not a huge issue but it does make getting a story in proper order out of her a bit tricky.
"Oh yeah. That same one." Isis nods. "He's really weird, Nick, but a good fighter. It was probably good he was there, that green guy got really, really angry and I uh …" Well Nick probably knows what happened. He's experienced it, after all. "But I didn't completely loose it. Jimmy was in M-Town having lunch, though - he didn't get involved in the fight, he was gone by then."
She might pick up on some of Nicks confusion. "I went to see to the Morlocks in the morning, met Jimmy at lunch and bought your muffins. On the way home, I stopped at the charity thing because I saw Scott and that's when the Reavers attacked." Hopefully it doesn't make things worse for the poor big brown werewolf.
Crawling into Nicks lap, Isis rubs her ears under his chin. "One of friends in the Morlocks has gone missing, Nick. Veronica says Nevilles been gone for a couple of weeks. She *says* she's not worried, but she is. I could tell."
"You started picking it up." Nick says. He knows what happens when she gets overwhelmed and while it takes a bit it doesn't take all THAT much. Lots of mutants and other 'unusual' types have really strong emotions. So they're always the biggest risks.
"That means she doesn't know where Nevilles has gone. Do you know where he lives? Or what he might have done?" Morlocks going missing isn't unheard of. Sometimes they just wander off and forget to mention. But with everything that's going on it'd probably be good if someone checked.
"I did, yeah." Isis picked up the big guys anger and made him angrier. Not to mention the one in black as well. It had also driven her to her feral mind that much quicker - which, in hindsight, was probably a good thing.
"Yeah, she doesn't. Well. She said he'd gone to visit others but she expected him back by now. She was going to go see the others, I … thought I might with her?" It's not like Isis to 'ask' permission, but she is. "Or see if I could find him in the dreamscape." Rubbing her ears again, the feline-like mutant is quiet for a moment.
"They weren't after just any mutant, were they?"
"You can do either, just let me know when and where you're going so I know to look if something happens." Honestly Nick would probably look pretty quickly anyway but Isis wandering off without mentioning could cost them precious hours in the event that he had to search for her.
"I don't know." Nick honestly doesn't. He knows little of the Reavers and can't say if it was just mayhem they were after or if they wanted something more specific. After all. She had the run in, not him.
Isis hadn't meant the Reavers but Nick could be forgiven for thinking that given the rambling nature of her story. She'd meant whoever had those photo's of the other mutants. Still she takes that as the answer she was looking for and curls up in the werewolfs lap, forgetting the filing she was doing.
"I don't like it, Nick. Don't like that people experiment on us. But I'll tell you and I'll be sure to have my phone, just in case. Can I …. take another t-shirt while I wash this one?"
At least she's asking?
"And I'm sorry about your muffins. I'll buy you more!" With … his money.
Nick sighs a little. Of course she wants another tee shirt. Well… it's not like he doesn't have a lot of them.
"Of course you can." He says quietly. "And don't worry about the muffins. We'll go out to breakfast sometime. Then I can have a muffin and maybe some pancakes and you can have…"
She can have whatever she likes and indeed she will. She eats enough for three people and he's honestly not sure where she puts it all. She's such a tiny little thing.
"Now, are you done moping? I can feel you from my office."
"I can? Thank you." She's being polite. That might be reason enough for Nick to know she's worried. "Breakfast would be good. At that Pancake place down the road. They do the best stacks and they don't look at me funny when I order more." Isis really, really does eat a lot for such a slim thing. Something about her mutation that requires it.
"I wasn't moping." She clarifies, still curled in his lap. "I was sad because you didn't get any muffins." I'm not whining, I'm complaining! "But I feel a little better now." She often does once he's spoken to her. For now, she's going to enjoy that bit of sunlight and sitting here with Nick.
She might remember she has filing to do, too.