Enter--The Exquisite Elemental! Characters: Crystal, Nick Setting: New York City, evening Content: At least a little bit of violence and property damage Summary: So this princess walks into a bar...
The watch-like device on her arm had counted down a day since the moment Crystal had left Attilan and teleported into the outside world. In that time, she'd wandered around New York City, even stopping and looking at the Avengers Tower, at which point it suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't thought quite this far and she didn't have a clue as to what to do next. Up until now, she hadn't felt like trying to sneak in anywhere, and since she didn't have any human money with her she was limited in what she could do. As night approached and she roamed the streets of New York City all alone she began to look for something remotely interesting to do, stopping when she saw a line of people waiting to get into a building even though she wasn't sure what sort of a place it was. She knew the name of the establishment was displayed outside in large letters, but it appeared as human gibberish to her. She'd been lucky enough to manage to leave home with an old, outdated translator; acquiring a good one that allowed for more than a basic translation had been absolutely out of the question.
After a minute or two of waiting in a line that didn't seem to be moving, Crystal grew bored. She was a princess, and maybe these humans were content to just stand there forever but she was not known to be patient. She stepped out of the line and made her way towards the entrance, quickly inserting herself in the front of the line with inhuman speed before anyone could protest. Before anyone had the chance to register what had happened, Crystal smiled at the man standing near the entrance and attempted to go inside.
"ID?" the man asked. Maybe the girl standing in front of him was old enough, but she looked fairly young and could very well have been 19 or 20 instead. While he figured she'd have a fake ID if she wasn't old enough, he was at least going to go through the motions of making asking for her identification.
Crystal looked at him curiously. "Eye-dee?" Her translator didn't register the word as having meaning.
"Yes, identification," he said, growing impatient. There was a long line behind the girl with the strange decoration in her strawberry-blonde hair. Probably she was foreign. "A license or something."
"I do not have that," Crystal said, frowning as her way was blocked. She didn't need any sort of identification card or license; everyone on Attilan knew who she was.
"No ID, no entrance. Next!" The bouncer expected the unknown female to get out of his way, but instead he found himself being lifted into the air and set aside. "Hey!" he yelled after her; she turned around, glared, waved her hand, and he felt himself being shoved backwards. Oh great, just what he needed to make his night, a mutant, one of those who could move things with the mind. "Listen here, we don't want any trouble," he said after he'd approached her retreating form again. "Look, just show me some form of..."
Crystal turned around again, green eyes blazing. She held up one hand, and suddenly it burst into flame. There was no cry of pain or odor of burning flesh, but the man who had chased her could feel the heat emanating from the fire, and he quickly backed away, having absolutely no desire to be burned. Satisfied, Crystal turned around again and looked for a place to sit and think about her next move.
Unfortunately, the girl in the form-fitting little white dress attracted unwanted attention. As far as Crystal was concerned, she was minding her own business at her seat at the bar. It wasn't her fault if people didn't understand that she was actually deep in thought despite the high noise level of the room, if they didn't realize she wanted to observe others but not be disturbed. Anyone who attempted to get her attention and didn't immediately accept her rejection received the same treatment the bouncer had. Luckily, most people received the message right away, but one person who actually dared to touch her found himself sailing across the room, and another man didn't back away until the glass in his hand began to melt.