Thread: Avengers: The Bloodstone Agenda (TheCorsair & surrealobsession)

Watching him manipulate the man was heady. She was quite adept at such things, as well. But her own power over people had to do with lust, not the silver tongued antics of the man she was watching. Her attraction to him grew, fueled by interest, by the promise of something new to break through the average, hateful tedium of life. But there was something else there, something lingering under the surface of her mind that was the promise of so much more. However, she was not the only one watching the display. Her eyes flickered around, taking in the other patrons of the disreputable bar as their eyes narrowed. Bobby could see their piggy little eyes, and the cogs grinding painfully behind them as they realized what was happening. This drunk was their friend, of a sort, a regular. They knew enough about him that by the time he had attacked his friend they had come to a decision about the man who had caused it. Mutants were only just starting to truly hit mainstream knowledge. As with most things humanity did not understand, there was fear and hatred for the group as a whole. In a place like this, the stranger might as well have painted a big red target on his chest. Indeed, people were closing in now, and there were far more than there had been when he'd first come in. Her own ability had been more subtle. easily explained away. His was not, and as the two men still grappled and a couple went to pull them apart, the rest prepared themselves to tear apart the enemy in their midst. Bobby's eyes turned back to the man as he sat back down and touched her. Despite the growing situation he did not seem to be aware of, she felt a shiver of desire. The tingle of energy shot up her arm, causing her breath to catch slightly. One hand laid itself on his knee, and she sighed. And you should keep in mind who's attention you're grabbing with those tricks... Four men stopped behind them both, looking just as angry as the drunk had been. They were all looking at him. Your kind aren't welcome here, he growled. There was a murmur of agreement around him. Bobby sighed again, picking up her wine and finishing it quickly. No reason to let it go to waste. Knowing that they would not be satisfied with simply throwing the man out, she decided to intervene early. It would be easier that way. Bobby stood up and eyes flickered to her. But her attention was on the largest of the group. One manicured hand slid around his neck and he let out a breath, eyes widening, pupils dilating, mouth opening... What the fuck are you doing? Look lady, you're real hot, but this ain't the time, the leader said, the group chuckling at the sight of her apparently coming onto their friend in the middle of a potential brawl. But she ignore them all, attention still on the large man. His face was now as gentle as a lamb, his expression one of adoration. She had him. Fight for me, she told him, and let him go. The expression turned from one of lovesick dedication to one of hate in an instant. Turning, he barreled his enormous body into the leader of the group with a war cry, smashing him into a table. His fist began sinking into the smaller man, causing the others to run at them, trying to pull him off. He flung them as easily as it he were swatting flies. Bobby touched the hand of the stranger, her lips quirking. Now that we've both had our fun, I suggest we go.