RONAN MURPHY: MARS (ronan_murphy) wrote in marvel_mashup, @ 2016-06-14 20:09:00 |
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ISSUE #01: X:MEN MEANS FAMILY
CHARACTERS: Crescent & Mars.
TOPIC: "Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy..."
DATE & TIME: Tuesday, June 14th, 2016 - 10:45am.
LOCATION: Rose Glen Park - Willowdale, PA.
Ronan hated Amish country... or "Pennsylvania Dutch" - or what-the-fuck-ever it was called. He was hated and feared, but these fucks could do whatever they wanted as long as they hid behind their bullshit religion. It made Mars sick - nauseous even. That was until he reached within wafting range of the nearest bakery. Hell, didn't even have to be a bakery - just a window sill with couple of fresh pies cooling. Sons of bitches knew their way around a kitchen, and that was beautiful scent-music to the nose of his inner perpetually-starving Irish orphan.
He'd finished the final bites of his obnoxiously large cinnamon roll, with his eyes fixated on the mutant they'd traveled to meet. Despite the fact Crescent sat in the driver's seat next to him, Ronan refused to look at her directly - not while he cleaned the leftover frosting from his fingers with his lips. God knows they didn't need to make eye contact over that. His thoughts did drift to the box in the back seat, where another unholy roll of cinnamon goodness rested - still warm, still soft. He hoped it remained so for the two hour car trip back to Westchester - more specifically, to Evangeline. It was both of her two favorite things after all, baked cinnamon and a gift.
Eventually, Ronan did venture a glance toward his partner - after his business was done. "I hate this part," the Irishman admitted, unsolicited. He watched the boy of barely sixteen, rock back and forth on the empty park bench - unaware of the two peeping Toms across the grass. His whole world had just been blown to bits - not literally, not yet. But everyone they met had two different lives - one before your mutation and one after. "It's like being part health teacher and part grief counselor... Your body is going through changes, it's completely natural, but your family and friends are going to treat you differently..." Ronan sighed, and settled back into the car seat - a silent protest of his work. "And this poor bastard." His arm gestured toward the new mutant and his head shook like it did when he was frustrated (and trapped in a confined space). "Hello, son." Ronan's voiced dropped into a deep - distinctly American accent. "I'm sorry, but you've started your wonderful journey into mutant life by accidentally burning down your parents' house. See, you're a pyrokinetic. No, not like Johnny Storm - more like Drew Barrymore in Fire-Starter." Mars cocked his head to the side, and reached for his coffee in hopes the caffeine would improve his mood.
A few beats had passed before Ronan took one of his famous detours in conversation. "Ye remember yer first time?" Ronan asked, Irish brogue back with a vengeance - "Ye know, first time ya knew?" Ronan did, he'd mindlessly followed the most powerful mutant in Ireland around for a week before he'd realized why he'd been doing it. Unfortunately for Mars, the most powerful mutant in Ireland at the time was a rather unfriendly criminal who didn't much like the teenage stray or the manner in which Ronan had stalked him. Luckily he'd only caught a couple beatings before Kiernan had put two and two together and saved his skinny ass.
Hell, Ronan wasn't completely sure why he'd asked his question now. Now, after the pair had done this so many times - shared so many long car trips and plane flights side-by-side. Well, other than it killed time. Time this kid still had to think maybe he hadn't been the cause of the worst twenty-four hours of his own life. Maybe the fireman were right, just faulty wiring. Ronan and the kid could wish anyway.