Xaviers!

After a fairly uneventful ride into London, Nailah and Cam get out in one of the skeevier parts of the city.

"Alright, let's find a drug dealer to stop!" she says as she activates her power. The gem in the tiara glows a vague yellow.

"This is, what. The drug dealer store? Or something?"

Cam was way, way more hesitant getting out of the van, but he followed Nailah. His confident walk and rapid-fire staccato speech patterns had slowed down to an extreme degree as he checked something on his wrist-mounted wrist....thing.

"Kinda. It's the crummy part of town where you can buy drugs from said drug dealers." she says as she heads down the road as if she has a particular destination in mind. The buildings around them are mostly warehouses or abandoned shops. What few people are on the street look like they're homeless, carrying dirty backpacks or shoving shopping carts full of junk around.

Cam carefully followed Nailah, glancing around.

"You think they could find a better location to work out of," he frowned, feeling the eyes of the world on him.

"Those usually got more police around. So they go where there's nobody stopping them. Except for us, of course!" she grins.

"Of course," Cam frowned.

"What do we do? Do we go up to someone and go, boy, we'd sure like to buy a lot of drugs? If there's one thing we enjoy, it's ingesting illegal substances to alter our perceptions and form crippling dependency habits?"

"No. I just follow my power till we find one." she says, the tiara still glowing a vague yellow as she heads down the road.

"Seems like a dodgy tactic," Cam said, falling in line behind Nailah anyway. "Like looking for trouble."

"Well that's the whole point, isn't it?"

"I will spot you it's a very good test," Cam admitted. "Just seems like this, in general, is an odd way to spend an afternoon, and not a particularly effective way to fight crime," he said, continuing to look around nervously.


In a back alley, there were Suspicious Looking Youths! They were doing Suspicious Looking Youth things! They were definitely trying not be seen out on the streets in general.

"Hmm?" she 'asks' and is about to follow up on Cam's evaluation of her approach to this when she spots a group of suspiciously suspicious people and she saunters over to them. Usually she'd make more of an entrance, but she's not in costume, so she just walks up to them with her wings folded tightly on her back. Her feet and tail still give her away but it's not as obvious. "Sup?" she asks the group in general.

"Ey, sket. You here for some uck, or did you have somethin' else in mind?"

"Sure am!" Nailah says enthusiastically. "You got any?"

The group cracked up at that. "Ahh, piss off," the first one said, waving his hand and turning his back to Nailah.

"Ey, who's the batty boy with the Cyberman getup back there? He's a wassy-lookin' donk, innit?" another one chimed in.

Nailah frowns. She missed the specifics but she's not naive enough to miss when she's being made fun of. And as dorky as Cam might be in his get-up, that doesn't mean that these sleazeballs get to mock him for it. So she doesn't question it too much when her power pops the next step into her mind. She grabs the guy who turned his back by his jacket with both hands and gives him a shove forward to unbalance him as her wings snap open and she starts hauling him up into the air with gritted teeth. Carrying her own weight is easy enough, but lifting up this punk as well is putting some strain on her for sure.

"Oy! What th..." the punk shouted, as he found himself swooped up into the sky.

Flailing and kicking, he tried to get himself loose from Nailah's grasp.

Meanwhile, his buddies on the ground pulled out switchblades. "They're muties! Perforate the bastards!" one shouted, as the lunged at Cam, who backpeddled and fumbled with one of the pouches on his belt.

"Gosh dangit! Tell your friends to leave him alone or I'll drop you!" Nailah bluffs.

"Merk the bastards!" he shouted, calling Nailah's bluff, and trying to swing a kick up into her face. It was probably not very effective, as this wasn't exactly something you practice on the streets.

Cam had fumbled open his pockets and held a small Silly Putty-type egg in each hand. "I'm...I'm warning you! Stay back, ruffians, or face the...the wrath of science!."

Surprisingly, that threat didn't stop them from advancing on him.

Unfortunately for the guy Nailah doesn't think particularly highly of people like him. And she learned a bunch of her crime-fighting from Onyx. So she drops him on top of one of his friends who are threatening Cam. Not from very high, but enough that it'll hurt.

"Gah!"

*THWUMP*

Down went the thug (due to gravity) and the other thug (due to be hitting on the head by the aforementioned thug).


Cam, meanwhile, cracked the two eggs together, and quickly flung them at one of the OTHER thugs. The thug simply looked confused for a moment, until a stiff foam started rapidly, and explosively, expanding, beginning to encase him (and any nearby buddies) like a straight jacket.

"What the fuck?"

"Ha ha, nice!" Nailah laughs as she watches Cam defend himself way better than she'd anticipated. Swooping around she lands next to him and surveys the thugs. "So, maybe you'd like to have a little chat now."

Cam nodded...but the foam kept expanding, enveloping the thug's arms and working it's way up his chest.

"Hrm. Perhaps there was a bit too much accelerant there..." Cam mused.


"Fuckin' muties," the remaining, un-foamed thug said, dropping his knife and sticking his hands up. "What, you want my wallet?"

"What? No. I want to know where you buy your drugs." she says, eyeing the foam carefully. "Uhm... that's gonna stop soon, right?" she asks Cam.

"That's why we're field testing this, so we can find the answer to that question out," Cam nodded. "There's always problems to iron out in new technology."

"Jesus fuck, man!" the foam-encased thug shouted.

"Right, right, right, we don't want no trouble," the one Nailah was interrogating said. "Let's just leave and it's all cool, right?"

"Sure. Right after you tell me where you get your drugs from. Or you wanna let your friend get gobbled up by that foam?" she says, perhaps a bit too casually jerking her thumb at the poor guy.

"Jay-sus fuck. Alright, alright. We know a guy, OK? We know a guy. Got enough Black Bombers and Liquid Lady to keep Peckham going for months."

"You got a name or an address for me?" she asks, crossing her arms and tapping her paw on the ground.

"Yeah, yeah, alright, alright. I got Charlie's address in my mobile, just hold on a sec..."

He reached into his pocket to pull...something...out.

Nailah moves and makes a grab for the guy's wrist, more specifically trying to jam her fingers between his thumb and index finger to make him drop any potential weapon he might be pulling out. The hue of the tiara shifts towards more of an orange.

"Hmmm," Cam frowned, watching the tiara change colors. He made no move to stop Nailah, though.


The thug was, indeed, going for a weapon -- a switchblade of some sort. If Nailah's power didn't warn her about THAT in time, it's not unlikely at all that she'd get cut, though actually stopping the thug from using it was a simpler matter.

"Nice try, little man." she says and tightens her grip as she yanks his arm backwards to make him drop the knife and possibly popping his shoulder out of it's joint.

There was a (pleasing?) pop and a stifled scream as Nailah wrenched on the punk's arm. The knife did slash across her palm before clattering to the ground, drawing a thin line of red.

"Aah!" Nailah winces and pulls her hand back, looking for the knife to kick it away. "Gosh darnit! Will you just tell me already?"

"Fine, fine!"

He gave her an address in an apartment complex in Peckham. Obviously, they didn't know if it was correct or not, but Nailah's intuition implied that it probably would be.

"There, was that really so hard? Now let this be a lesson to you. Don't do drugs. And don't pull knives on people."

"To be fair, some drugs are very helpful," Cam added. "You should take those drugs."

Nailah blinks at Cam a couple times. "Okay fine. Take drugs your doctor prescribes you. But not skeevy backalley doctors!"

"And caffeine can be helpful in appropriate quantities, as well. That doesn't require a prescription," Cam countered.

The creep was beginning to back away from this conversation.

"I'm trying to make a point here." Nailah sighs before changing the topic. "Is this foam gonna dissolve on it's own eventually?"

"Hrm? Oh, no. It's meant to incapacitate. It can be cut open without too much trouble, though it's rather dense."

It had, at least, stopped creeping up the thug, who looked like he had just popped out of some kind of foam-based hay baler.