Night Vision [Warren]

[Nymph]

Peyton set foot into the very fancy hotel. She was supposed to meet a client but the man got cold feet and bugged out. He told her she could use the room for the night and even set her up a very nice tab. So, in she went and made her way to the bar she’d order a virgin drink and for now and room service later. Her dress caught some serious attention since it was a shimmery silver and you could almost think you could see the outline of her under clothing. Almost. The woman ordered her drink and then took it up to her room. It was a penthouse-esque suite, of course, and had a large balcony. Peyton opened the doors wide even though it was chilly out, she liked the fresh air. The building across didn’t have windows facing in her direction so she felt fairly safe in keeping the doors open.

She set her drink down and unzipped her dress. As it slid to the floor it was finally revealed that she was indeed not wearing anything underneath. Then she made her way to the bathroom that was directly across from the balcony and ran a hot bath. After about an hour she got out and wrapped up in a flimsy little robe, and grabbed a juice from the mini-bar. It had been requested due to her aversion to alcohol. Peyton ordered room service and then stepped out onto the balcony. It was cold but it felt good to her at the moment. Kind of woke her up some and reminded her that she was human, sort of. A small smile touched her lips as she formed a small sphere of water in the palm of her hand and watched how long it took to frost over. She really should be getting back inside she just wasn’t ready yet.

[archangel]

It was a brisk evening in the city of Boston. During nights like these Warren found it was far easier to fly around the city. More people tended to stay inside and even those in the upper apartments didn't even feel inclined to look outside in order to avoid remembering the dreary weather. Luckily for the blue skinned mutant his body was adapted to survive flying at high altitutdes and was able to handle the night's weather with little difficulty. His metallic wings flashed as they caught glimmers of moon light as he passed between the large buildings and just glanced around. Given that he was simply out having fun he chose simple clothing. A pair of dark jeans, tennis shoes, a dark t-shirt and dark blue hoodie with hoels cut it in it to allow his wings freedom. He ducked and dived through the air and managed to catch an updraft that took him high into the sky.

As his wings splayed outward and caught the wind he drifted upwards. As he looked through the windows he realized he was near one of the most expensive hotels in town. Images of people as they lounged about in their rooms made Warren feel a pang of saddness. Ever since his transformation the young mutant was trying to accept the fact that he would never be able to do simple things like that again. Of course he could wear an image inducer but something about doing that made him feel like he was lying and that bothered him to a degree.

Nearing the top of the building he saw something that caught his specially adapted eyes. Standing on one of the balconies was a rather attractive young lady. Despite her beauty what suprised him more was the fact that she appeared to be holding an orb of water in her hand. Clearly something about this woman was more then she appeared.

[Nymph]

Peyton sighed and started shaping the water sphere into little things. A small bird, several butterflies, a teacup poodle. That one made her smile. She set it on the rail of the balcony and let it run back and forth. Since she was controlling the movements she never had to worry about it falling. Then she reabsorbed it and watered the plants that were at both corners. Honestly, the woman should have been freezing but she couldn't bring herself to be that cold yet. It was a quiet night and she leaned against the railing and turned her head to look out into the main street.

Brown eyes blinked when she caught a glint out of the corner of her eye and she turned her head towards it. Finally she located the source and tipped her head back. A man... with metal wings... and flying. Interesting. Well he was apparently another mutant and it seemed like he was looking at her so she waved to him. Peyton was never one to shun someone at first glance it was all about the person that they were. She'd learned form experience how much it could hurt when someone judged you based on very little knowledge. So the regular wave turned into one of invitation in case he'd like to take a break, not sure how long he'd been flying or if he even got tired. Now of course being Peyton she never once thought about actually getting dressed being very comfortable in her own skin.

[archangel]

Warren had seen a variety of reactions to the way he looked. Sometimes people stared, sometimes they got frightened, sometimes they thought he was nothing more then a monster and treated him as such. Rare was the time that a person actually just waved at him. Given the woman's behavior Warren believed she was either too trusting or this was some sort of trap. Either way he was curious about the situation and figured he would learn what he could.

The updraft he had caught wasn't going to be strong enough to get him up and over to her balcony so he gave a powerful flap of his wings and soared up quickly. With a slight twist of the metallic extensions from his back he furled his wings and landed on the railing of the balcony. He gripped the railing with one hand and used his wings to flair outwards to keep his balance and simply stared forward at the woman.

"Evening." he said dryly and with little emotion. At this point he hadn't yet decided if she was friend or foe.

[Nymph]

Brown eyes watched the man in fascination. Her head was tipped back and any cold that she might have started to feel vanished as her attention was caught. Her arms wrapped around her middle as she tracted his flight and for the first time wished she'd been able to do something like that. She took a couple of steps to give him room to land or perch, whichever one he had deemed necessary. Apparently it had been perching.

"Good evening. How are you tonight?" Only Peyton wouldn't flinch at having a young man, a stranger, with metalic wings and blue skin land on her balcony. The girl was quick to adjust to most situations and had been doing so for so long she didn't think she just did. Since she didn't know him and he didn't attack she'd slipped into a cautious friendly mode, not quite sure what he wanted. Was he just bored? Lonely? Curious? Now she was curious but she wasn't sure how best to handle him yet.

"You want to come in? It's getting kind of cold out and well, I didn't grab the thick warm robe." Yeah this is the woman standing in nothing but a flimsy robe, fresh from a bath, on her balcony, in the middle of November, who was she to judge a metal winged flying blue guy? "Or we can just stay out here up to you really. I'm Peyton by the way." She relaxed her stance but didn't offer her hand in case he didn't want to take it. But her stance held to the fact that she was open to that form of contact should he so choose to. Four years of being whatever a man wanted, Peyton had learned a few tricks on how to let her body language speak for her.