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Missy put her hand on her pistol after seeing his gun. "I'm sorry, but what to you expect. You cant blame me for being startled." Missy retorted. "How do you do, sir. My name is Missy." Missy said. "There is that better." She added sarcastically.

Missy relaxed a little. "I think ill pass, but maybe next time." Missy said while looking at his tattoos. She always loved tattoos. "So what do those represent?" Missy asked him while pointing at the tattoos on his arms.

Ian opened his eyes after a moment, looking out of the diner down the street.
There appeared to be a newcomer to the group.
This is getting a little more interesting." he thought to himself, getting up.
He got up, looking around the diner. There was bound to be more useful supplies for the journey to the mall.
First off...he needed a drink.
Ian climbed over the counter, searching around as best he could until he found something he hadn't had in a long time.
"Oh, ace." Ian said happily, pulling out a single bottle of probably flat beer.
He walked to the barricade, sliding through, the popped off the cap, walking toward the group.
"I thought we were headed to the mall." he said casually. "Do we have a plan?"

A puzzled look crossed Orex's face as a lady who had clearly been startled by him blurted out a statement which left him feeling like he missed something. "What exactly do you mean by that?" He was pretty sure the outburst was unintentional, but that was no reason to disregard it.

"I haven't seen anyone besides these fleshbags since I bro..." He cleared his throat. "...left home. I knew nothing about other mutations. I've been killing stuff and enjoying life." He took a step and wobbled a bit. "Forgive me for being uneasy, but I've been a lizard for about two weeks now. Two legs aren't nearly as stable as four." He chuckled as his frustration slowly settled, then started to walk, falling back into the routine. Once he had gotten his human functions working again, he turned toward the blue-eyed wonder. "I'd like to see what you can do. Lizards aren't the only things that I can imitate."

Missy was pondering over the tattoos while Lithil showed off. She laughed at Lithil, well not really at her. She laughed at the fact that her and Lithil had so much in commen and she thought it was slightly funny.

Missy laughed at what Ian had said. "I would like to see you try that Ian." Missy said to him playfully. She noticed the beer he put down and smiled. "If you want the good stuff, My bag has homemade beer in it." She said while turnign to watch Lithil's reaction to Ians comment. 'This should be fun' She commented in her head. She walked over to Virgil's body were it lay still. 'He must have got hit hard.' She thought while sitting nest to him. She pulled a couple of hunks of grass that were around the concret and made a make shift pillow. She gentaly lifted up his head and placed the pillow-ish thing under his head.

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Dan was watching the events fold out infront of him. This is quite a weird group. He looked over to see Missy tending to a guy that looked like he had passed out. He noticede that she cared for the man like a mother would a child. He tilted his head slightly and tried to think about how life was before he was captured, but he couldnt. He didnt remeber anything from his past, and that bothered him.

"That was quite a beautiful display. I doubt I could pull that off. I'm more of the 'break stuff' type." He dropped to his knees and slapped the ground with his palms, letting his flesh ripple from his hands out. The change swept up his arms and then all over. His form had shifted not fully toward a lizard, but somewhere in between.

He still stood upright and the tail was shorter and more flexible. He had a thinner, more muscular torso, leading up to a head built like a komodo. His arms were long and quite built. He stood at about ten feet even and had about a twelve foot arm span. The tattoos were still on his now slick skin, right where they had been. He began to speak, but this time it came out sounding low and rough, more like a growl. "I'll see what I can do." He backed down the street about thirty feet, then got a running start. To tell the truth, it was more like jogging.

He began with a hop, then sprung off his toes into a handspring. He used the airtime to twist until he was backwards. He then landed on his feet and continued the sequence with two reverse somersaults and ending with a handspring into a double backflip twist. He landed smoothly with no bounce, step, or wobble. "I know, it was terrible. I told you I couldn't do it. Also, there's no way I would whip a car with a dislocated arm. That's just asking for trouble. I will, however, toss one."

He put his hand under the edge of a nearby car and flipped it over, then grabbed the drive shaft and picked the car up with one hand and hurled it out of sight, not that someone could see very well in the horrible conditions around this city. An explosion could be seen a few hundred yards down the street.