#mutantunderdog

Emily cocked her head to one side before straightening up and bending her knees in a dip like she was pretending to go down in an elevator. She stopped at eye level with the other woman and gave a smile, “Yes, I am tall. I hear it’s off putting.” This could have been a joke or it could have been some sort of weird challenge; she had unreadable body language. “Good. Friends. Now I won’t need to try and take your territory.” She shot a long fingered hand out, “Emily. Pleasure.”

“Guten tag?”

But when they'd seen the Mindscaping Clinic while passing it on the street, Fabian had seen a cornucopia of opportunity. He knew the day would come when his revived Acolytes would learn the truth of what happened when they died, namely, that he had been their murderer, a fact they had yet to remember. When that day came, he'd new Acolytes, loyal Acolytes, to protect him from his own comrades, and he was always looking for chances to recruit them now. A counselling clinic promised people who were traumatized, mentally ill, dealing with any number of issues----all of which made them more vulnerable to the manipulations of someone like him. He knew that, and he came like a shark to bloody water.

I wanted to get to @mutantunderdog today too but I don't think I'm going to be able--I'm sorry new friend, I hate making people wait! You will be first on the list tomorrow!

Well it’s not like it could hurt to have a few new friends.