Who: Wind Dancer OT Ursus What: AN INVASION!!! When: Sunday evening Where: Hanover Tower Warnings: threats of violence, language
Fia had been sitting in her living room that doubled as a bed room minding her own business. She'd had an early supper and was catching up on some correspondence with some of her friends. Mostly, she was hearing some disturbing things about the state of affairs back home. It had started with some riots, but that wasn't terribly new. People had been rioting in Venezuela for as long as she could remember. Granted, her home wasn't as unstable as many of the surrounding states, but it was far from the tranquil paradise that Chavez wanted. That didn't mean she didn't support her leader and believe in him. She did, to the very deeps of her being. But believing in him wasn't the same as being blinded to his faults.
The current riot had been started because of a mutant, though, which made her pay more attention than the usual rumblings for malcontents. She hadn't managed to find out if a mutant had started the rumblings, or if they were the target of it. Not that it would matter in the end. She couldn't affect it from New York, even if it was something she would have cared about enough to get involved in, and there was no guarantee that she would have.
She'd been so engrossed in her emails that she had hardly heard what had become normal background noises from the hall. She had the television on, and there was some cartoon that was depicting kids playing dress up. Some sort of American thing, she supposed. But it was just noise anyway, she wasn't really paying any attention to it.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Loud enough that she jumped.
Automatically, her hand reached for her gun which was never far from her. It may not to much to stop a mutant, but it was something and it made her more comfortable, more relaxed. It was her old friend, and had seen her through more sticky situations than most people could even imagine.
Moving from her spot on the floor, she crept to the door, waiting to see if they knocked again. Listening for all she was worth, stretching her mutation to the limit, she ascertained that whoever it was still waited on the other side of the slab of wood.
She pulled back the hammer of her gun, the click louder than usual in her tense state. Standing to the side of the door and crouching down so as not to give a line of sight to whoever it was, she reached for the knob and slowly released the catch, letting the door creak inward as she took aim- -
At a small child with a sheet over its head who was staring at her through cut out wholes with eyes as wide as saucers. A moment later, he she or it screamed and ran down the hall crying out in terror, only to be followed by a teenager that was likely either a sibling or some other relative.
Relief washed over Fia and she slumped against the wall as the tension ran out of her.