The quarter Dominican continued rambling in Spanish under his breath, continuing toward the crowd. Errol continued ignoring Noa's pleas, his eyes transfixed on the young man stood on a table, above the crowd. His words served to fuel his anger, Errol was so tired. Tired of his existence being questioned, threatened. The hypocricy of it all. They're worried that mutants are abusing their power? Call it karma. Humans have been subjugating each other for centuries, now that they're no longer top dog, they're scared.
Noa's voice finally manage to snap him out of his conquest - however, her assertive tone wasn't directed at him. She called out to someone called 'Martin'? Errol's eyes scanned the crowd for who she could be calling out to. Finally, his eyes locked on to the dark-haired man on top of the table, the one who Errol was preparing to fry to a crisp. Confusion etched on Errol's face, how could Noa possibly know this guy... this Martin?
Errol watched the man approach Noa through the crowd and promptly pull her into an embrace. What was going on? The mutant continued to display his bewilderment while taking some steps closer to Noa and Martin, just within earshot but still far enough to not be noticeable to the pair.
Listening to their exchange, he quickly deciphered that the pair clearly had a past but was still unable to figure out the nature of Noa and Martin's relationship. Noa never really spoke of her past, despite how close they were, he respected that and never pried. But now, not knowing much context to what was happening between the two was frustrating. Were they related? Past lovers? Old friends?
However, once Martin called Noa a mutant with an accusatory tone and a look of discomfort, Errol's instincts kicked in. Involuntarily he stepped between the two, his back facing Noa while he stared down Martin's familiar blue eyes through his black shades. Suddenly, it clicked, Martin was her brother. The pair's eyes were almost identical. Regardless, realising their connection didn't detract from the words that would leave Errol's lips.
"Yeah, and what?" aggression could be clearly heard in his tone.
Noa's voice finally manage to snap him out of his conquest - however, her assertive tone wasn't directed at him. She called out to someone called 'Martin'? Errol's eyes scanned the crowd for who she could be calling out to. Finally, his eyes locked on to the dark-haired man on top of the table, the one who Errol was preparing to fry to a crisp. Confusion etched on Errol's face, how could Noa possibly know this guy... this Martin?
Errol watched the man approach Noa through the crowd and promptly pull her into an embrace. What was going on? The mutant continued to display his bewilderment while taking some steps closer to Noa and Martin, just within earshot but still far enough to not be noticeable to the pair.
Listening to their exchange, he quickly deciphered that the pair clearly had a past but was still unable to figure out the nature of Noa and Martin's relationship. Noa never really spoke of her past, despite how close they were, he respected that and never pried. But now, not knowing much context to what was happening between the two was frustrating. Were they related? Past lovers? Old friends?
However, once Martin called Noa a mutant with an accusatory tone and a look of discomfort, Errol's instincts kicked in. Involuntarily he stepped between the two, his back facing Noa while he stared down Martin's familiar blue eyes through his black shades. Suddenly, it clicked, Martin was her brother. The pair's eyes were almost identical. Regardless, realising their connection didn't detract from the words that would leave Errol's lips.
"Yeah, and what?" aggression could be clearly heard in his tone.