It had been one of those grapevine things, since her reunion with Sabretooth Clarice had been hanging out in more mutagenic circles. When she had heard of this place it seemed like a godsend, a place where mutants could go to be trained, to get their powers increased. That was the place for her, since the accident that had robbed her of her control all she wanted was to be her old self again. This 'brotherhood' as she had heard it referred might just be the place to do it.

It was a name half whispered like a poorly kept secret among those mutants whose hatred for mankind and the humans who shunned them made up their core delight. Clarice did not want to be become important and bitter, she wanted her anger to be put to good use. Hopefully in the service of a greater cause.

She wore a pair of battered army BDU trousers over a pair of tired blue keds. Her shirt was in black with a faded design. Covered over with a green coat with a hood pulled down over her face and elfen features. sometimes they bugged her but it was something she was gradually learning to live with, especially after her life had been so down for so long. The freak show offers had been the worst of all.

Now she stood in the warm doorway of the place the strange mutant had directed her too, she hadnt caught his name but this seemed to be the right place. She supposed time would tell. She knocked the door ad without waiting for a reply she had blinked inside, there didnt seem to be anyone about.

No one said it aloud, merely muttered it in hurried half-whispers behind his back. Apparently his intelligence was forgotten by some, in favour of their attention being locked on his phyiscal limitation. His limp, signature cane, the sound that echoed the somewhat empty halls and announced his coming. Once again he had been nominated, or rather volun-told to "welcome" a new-comer. So what he couldn't run or do similar tasks like the others? It made him nothing less than the next person. In fact he was better than some of these folk. Damnit, he was above genius level. Far above.

He shook off his annoyance and continued down the corridor towards what was considered the front hall. The doors hadn't opened nor been opened for anyone, yet there...she, apparently...stood. The most bloody inconvenient part of this was that Giles hadn't even really been debriefed on the newcomer. Other than she was unique. Well, that wasn't helpful. Everyone here was, in some pathetic way or another, unique. Mutants.

"Welcome." He said, devoid of care. "I am the...welcoming party, for lack of a better phrase. Prometheus, otherwise known as Giles Baudin. I do not care for formalities or for what people refer to as tact. The few I consider friends call me by name, those who are not friends call me by my codename or not at all. Believe me, there is a chasm of a difference between being friends and just happening to be fighting on the same side."

Giles moved slightly, merely to sit on the table near the corner. His leg was beginning to pain him, an almost stinging throbbing pain. Sitting releaved the pressure.

"You may at this time be thinking that I am not the friendliest of people. You are correct, I am not. Frankly I consider this a pain in my rear-end, though should you prove yourself I may change my mind. I have high standards. Both for myself and those I call colleagues."

He let the sentence hang in the air, and let himself appear as though he were going to continue. This led into a mere few seconds of silence lag between him and the new girl. It occured to him that, in her garb, he hadn't even seen what she looked like.

"On the kinder side of things, you'll find me to be highly accepting of all the varieties of mutations. I am endowed with superhuman intelligence, among other somewhat strange things. To me, it doesn't matter if your mutation is growing your eyelashes at an alarming rate or if you can lift this very compound whilst singing soprano. But I digress... Once again, welcome and may I have the pleasure of learning your name?"

He tapped his cane on the floor twice, almost as if he were free of care.

The voice had seemed to come from no where for a moment as she was looking around, then she turned and faced the speaker, as he went off on what she supposed was meant to be a welcoming speech. Under the hood one slender eyebrow rose in curiosity, she let out a small dry chuckle under her breath, barely audible.

When he finished with a succinct tap on the floor with his cane, like a judge it seemed to signify the end of his tirade, and open the floor for others to speak. 'Well i dont know about lifting the facility but I think I'm a step up from eyelashes' she said in her usual drawling sarcasm and pulled down her hood, her cyanotic skin and glowing green eyes revealed for the first time. 'We'll since I reckon you and I are a step between friends and aquaintances I'll call you Gil' she said brightly her face appearing all the more impish. This guy seemed able to take it, and Clarice loved seeing how far she could push people.

'People call be Blink, birth names Clarice, but people only call me that if they want one of their internal organs blinked to the top of the Eifle Tower.' she said her voice bright but te thin veil of threat in her voice and a pink-purple portal appearing in her left hand as she lifted it. 'And I blink things! Well I vanish things, and myself.' she spoke with pride, an emotion that would not have been there some months before, before she had learnt a painful lesson, that she was still recovering from.

The young lady seemed to be one of the few who seemed to almost take to his sharpened tongue. Giles just barely caught the dry chuckle she let loose, and found himself loathe to admit (even only to himself) that it made him just a teeny bit happy. He thought for a terrible moment that he were getting soft. Then that passed and Giles felt fine again. Though he did arch an eyebrow at her saying she was going to call him "Gil." Giles couldn't recall the last person who called him that. Oh, and he saw she was pink.

"You aren't the first person I've seen who bares an interesting hue. There was one encounter wherein I made the aquantence of a young man with barnacles encrusted all over his body." He said, voice dripping with something akin to disdain and loss of interest. High time he truly tested her ability to cope with his cold-hearted wit. She may just be one he could consider a friend in the future. Limits permitting.

"Blink, and you...blink things. Yes I suppose it is a suitable codename. Common sense if not completely unoriginal nor creative." Giles heaved a sigh, a tired sigh. "I'm being blunt and perhaps a touch inconsiderate, am I not?" he asked no one in particular, the tone of his voice most likely confusing to listeners such as young Blink. To be honest with no one at all, Giles was finding his mind racing faster and faster. Thoughts whirling around and twisting up with one another.

"Teleportation I'm assuming. Beyond my vast intelligence, and doubt me not I possess the knowledge of the ages within this cranium here, I also have precognative dreams and what people refer to as Danger Sense. As you can imagine I have alot on my mind, a whole lot of the time. Right now, in fact, my mind is growing slightly muddled, overrun with ideas, concepts...theories, impressions of youself as well." Why the deuce was he being so forward?! Under other circumstances he wouldn't be saying so much. Giles craved a coffee, caffeine often settled him.

That's it. Giles knew what was going on. After all, its somewhat difficult to sneak something past himself. He was growing somewhat fond of the young lady already.

"I forgot to let you know...you may call me Gil, with no unpleasant reprecussions..."

She knew he was trying to push her buttons, she had done it enough to know the signs. she gave a small smile 'meta-intellect nice, I thought your power might be the ability to lull someone into a stupor.' she gave a smirk, pushing right back.

She dropped her large brown back pack onto the floor with a clatter onto the floor, not really waiting for an invitation to stay but making an assumption. 'As for my codename, give me a break, my powers kicked in when I was six, and I picked my nickname at the same time, thing kind of stuck.' She ran a hand through her strange dark pink hair. 'I think I might have met barnicle boy, kind of annoying guy?' she jested slightly not really focusing on him but looking over her shoulder at the hall.

She moved further into the foyer turning on th spot to take in the whole room, and the adjecant ones. She leant against a low table for a moment, and looked over at her guide again. 'So Gil, whats this place like?' she asked with an slight air of forced flippancy, she was a little anxious about this place, though that being said Blink had a tendency to be anxious about everything. Her own intensity got to her at times, she couldn't really tell how it affected other people at times.

He arched an eyebrow at her, the other one lowered oh so slightly to further enhance the look. Cheeky little thing, wasn't she? Almost as much as she was pink, in fact. "If I were to employ my full abilities to verbalise, yes I believe I could lull the unsuspecting into a stupor." He snarked, smirking. "Though I reserve that punishment for only the most deserving."

Giles looked down at his cane, and scratched at the top of it attempting to rid it of some kind of smudge. An unidentified smudge. He heard the comment about the barnacle-encrusted boy and whether he was annoying or not. Yes, yes he was. A self-absorbed mama's boy who thought the world of himself. Giles didn't say anything of that kind, but merely nodded and gave half a chuckle. The next thing out of her gave him a moment of pause. He stopped evaluating his cane and looked up at her thoughtfully, she wasn't making eye contact. Giles didn't like it when people didn't look him in the eye. It always meant one of three things; they were lying, they were hiding something (subtley different than lying, mind) or they were uncomfortable. Whether nervous or just the normal uncomfortable remained to be seen, though.

Now, Gil wasn't usually paranoid. He was too smart for that sort of nonsense, but when this sort of vibe was coming off the person opposite him, he couldn't help but be a wee bit apprehensive.

"This place isn't that bad, though to be honest you will meet a few people who are somewhat less than pleasant. Once you get around a bit, you'll come to appreciate my hospitality." He chuckled again, "I'd let you know which room is yours, but I've not got the foggiest notion. I can tell you that you're in the A wing, though, and no room mate. Its the benefit of having a massive compound."

He cleared his throat at this point, and got off the table he was leaning on most comfortably. He tapped his cane on the ground almost uncomfortably and approached her so he could lower his voice. Before speaking, however, Giles looked around and secretly did something similar to praying that no one could overhear by mutant means or otherwise.

"If you tell anyone at all that I've said this, so help me I will make your life so unbelievably miserable here you'll want to blink you OWN organs to the top of the CN tower. Get it. Got it. Good. Now, my room is BG. If you have any troubles with anyone in this compound, come find me and we can talk. Repeat this to anyone and I will not be held responsible for my actions." All of this said in a very hushed, gravelly voice. Somewhat menacing and somewhat kindly.

Giles backed off, turning and looking around. He thought maybe he could offer to take her on a tour, then thought no, no he won't.

"Any questions you'd like to ask?"