2012 03 06 A Face In The Crowd

Log Title:
A Face In The Crowd

Finesse, Cytoplasm

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Midtown, NYC

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Jeanne happens by a strange sight while running errand and meets Cytoplasm.


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Walking out of the Baxter Building comes Cytoplasm, apparently looking somewhat troubled. Taking a moment to lean against the outside of the baxter building, he looks up before ducking behind a corner and shapeshifting into a coat more appropriate for the weather before walking out once more perhaps drawing the attention of the more attentive due to his unnaturally quick change of clothing.

Jeanne Foucault is just walking out of a nearby subway station, a laptop bag slung across her shoulders, her hands dipped in the pocket of her jacket. Just as most other people about the city, she minds her own business and doesn't pay too much heed to others around her, though she is aware enough to spot suspicious movement, one being a person going out of his way to be unseen for just a few moments. Slowing her pace, she peeks at Cytoplasm's direction from the corner of her eyes.

Still leaning against the Baxter Building in plain sight, Cytoplasm takes one of his hands out of his pockets and starts to shift it through various skin colors, some of them mundane and some of them more fantastic as he appears to be deep in thought, perhaps without quite realizing what he's doing.

Jeanne edges closer to Cytoplasm, and when she's close enough to whisper softly and be heard, she mentions as if in a by the way kind of remark, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, those dear people behind The Mutant Massacre might still be out and about. Better to be safe than sorry."

Cytoplasm blinks and looks over at Jeanne before returning his hand to the same color as the rest of his body saying, "Mutant… Massacre? I still don't really know what a mutant is, though I… Well, I have seen that some people don't like them. But you said, 'Massacre'… I really don't want to get involved in that. I'm not trying to draw attention to myself, it's just relaxing for me to change my appearance in small ways like this. If I'm alone, I sometimes do bigger things but never for too long."

Jeanne looks at Cytoplasm with a deadpan expression, as she assumes he clearly hasn't a clue about the world around him and she's not in the mood to be the one to educate him on that. So instead, she elects the shorter version, "let me put it this way, what you are doing right now identifies you to people as a mutant. Those that do not like mutants, and are neanderthal enough, may harm you quite a bit. I would like for you to avoid getting harmed for no reason. That's all."

"I know some people might try to hurt me, but I can't be hurt as easily as some other people." Cytoplasm says, "Although it's still nice to not have people try to attack you like that. I nearly died once, and I don't really want to get that close to dying again… That wasn't because I was a mutant, or something else, but I don't want to make some other people worry about me." he then pauses for a few moments and says, "Thank you for trying to keep me out of trouble. I remember that there's been a few times when I've gotten hurt. Subway trains, dogs in the alleys, people trying to… Rob me, I think? I've survived all of those, but it feels a little weird and a little bad, getting hurt like that."

"Well, if you say so, you do your own thing, I'm not your mother or anything like that," Jeanne mutters with a slight undertone of exasperation. "Don't mention it, if you can at all avoid being hurt, you should probably do that," she nods briefly as they reach this simple enough conclusion, "so what is your power, seeing as you are more likely than not a mutant?"

"Well… I don't think I'm made of the same things that you are." Cytoplasm says, "When I get hurt, I don't bleed and I can heal more quickly than normal people. I think I might've been through a few things that some other people would've died from. I can also look like different people, though I have to be careful about who I look like. I got hurt by this… Beam once, and I think parts of me wound up all over the place. I got put back together, but the guy who I looked like at the time came back and got angry at me for making people think that he died."

"I see, so what you're saying is that you're not a regular carbon based life form?" Jeanne asked as if it was the most trivial of questions to ask, now looking at Cytoplasm as if he was under a microscope, "unstable molecules then? Fascinating, so it's not just shapechanging that you do, is it?"

"Carbon based… Unstable…" Cytoplasm says before pausing for a few moments. "I don't really know what you mean, I've heard people talk like that but I'm not sure what it means to me. Reed Richards, the man who put me back together speaks like that sometimes. I think he might know what I'm made of. There are some people pretty far away that know a lot more about me than I do about myself, but I don't know where they are and I really don't want to go back to them either."

"You know Reed Richards?" Jeanne blinks for a moment, lookin impressed if a bit puzzled, "well, then I guess you're in good hands. As well you're fortunate, I'd love to meet Reed Richards, he's a brilliant scientist. How did you get to know him?" Hearing about people far away that Cytoplasm would rather avoid, Jeanne tilts her head, "let me guess…experiments on humans, without consent? Rings truth?"

"Experiments… I don't know." Cytoplasm says, "I remember a lot of scientists watching me, mentioning things like, 'Sell-you-lar struck-shure' and, 'Cy…Toplasm?'" he says, sounding fairly unsure about the terms he's using, "They had me get things for them from other buildings too… Sometimes they had me use computers, sometimes they had me get actual files. It wasn't always easy, but I think they were going to hurt me somehow if I didn't do it."

"Right…definitely some kind of scientific experiment, I guess Reed Richards must have all the details if he's been helping you," Jeanne surmises matter of factly, which also brings her to the point that she really doesn't need to worry about Cytoplasm, seeing as he likely gets the best care possible from Reed Richards, she really doesn't have anywhere near half the resources Mr. Fantastic has. "Long story short, you are free at the moment, right? Nobody tells you what to do anymore?"

Cytoplasm shakes his head and says, "Not like I used to be told, no. Sometimes people tell me what I should and shouldn't do when talking with people or just walking around in general but they don't have me take things for them. I'd rather not do that anyway, there were too many people trying to hurt me when I did that."

"Well, keep to Reed Richards' company, that would be best for you, and don't let people tell you what to do. Rather, do what you want to do." Jeanne offers with a straight face, albeit devoid of any apparent emotive expression to suggest honest caring.

"Well, that's what I've been trying to do." Cytoplasm says, "But I don't know if I'd be good at fighting people like… The Mole Man? He was the one that nearly killed me last time, though everyone else at the time seemed like they were OK. I've seen a lot of people, and some of them hate me while others accepted me really easily. I don't really know what to do, but it seems like there are enough people who want to just live their lives that the people who try to hurt them are wrong. That's why I'd like to help, if I can."

A quick glance at her wrist watch, and Jeanne knows she's already delayed too much with Cytoplasm, the Doctor isn't likely to be pleased. "Look, you just keep away from that Mole Man who hurts you, and try not to stand out, you're really obvious. Other than that, keep to Reed Richards, and I'm sure you'll do well…be seeing you, I gotta keep up with the pace of life right now." A quick wave of her hand, and Jeanne turns right back along her way, this time walking in a quick pace, pushing her way slightly through the crowds, New York City ctyle.

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