Just what was going on now? Snark was on all sorts of level of confused and quite frankly, he didn’t think there would ever be people who were around looking ever so confident about their lives. This didn’t feel right, but his mind had told him to go this way so just what was the growing problem? Slowly moving forward, the door slowly shifted back and clicked close again, Snark’s eyes immediately turning around before his eyes immediately looked back once more. He was met with only questions, his mind buzzing in a rather terrible way, “…What…? I’m-...the hell is going on?”

He was being screwed around by something, he was sure of it. This randomly appearing in places couldn’t had been a coincidence, neither could his mind forcing his way into his feet and leading him places he didn’t truly want to go. There was just so much confusion, just where was he going and who were these people? Did it have something to do with that strange man that talked to him not too long after he found his way to New York? He didn’t explain much, he only spoke about his concerns and that he’ll soon find his way. This didn’t feel like his way at all, it felt as if someone else had dragged him here and he was just in for the ride. 

He shouldn’t back out right now, there were too many people and if he stepped outside he’d probably not know where he was at all after all this confusion. Frowning a little, he cautiously moved towards the gathering group. If he was going to be here, then he might as well blend right in for now and see what was actually happening. Just because he was a little filthier than the rest didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to try and become part of the group; besides, he was somewhat interested in what was happening.

If this was anything to do with what that man talked about then there was probably going to be a few problems in regards to what he was signing up for. The man before the group was definitely intimidating; he carried a sort of force about him where if he hit you, you were dead. Frowning a little, his darkened eyes slowly glanced over the rest of the group and the clothes they wore before slowly looking towards their pockets out of interest just incase they had some spare money they didn’t need.

Failing to truly understand what was going on, Snark turned back towards the strange burly man who was fairly insistent on not letting them have any casual chatter before giving them time to understand what was going on. He only needed to speak a few words before immediately speaking a name, his hands seemingly sheathing some nasty looking metal claws. Snark was a little more than surprised, it was pretty terrifying seeing such things pop out of someone and what was worse was he didn’t know who the hell Charles Xavier was. Feeling completely put off and worried for his life, he slowly moved backwards, looking between the other people cautiously before making a sudden turn towards the door.

Before he could take one step further, however, the sound of the man talking meant he was still paying attention and was probably ready to tear apart whoever went for the door. His heart was fair beating; just who were these people? Rubbing his chest nervously, he did try to suck it up and slowly look back, frowning a little as he pulled his cap forward as yet more people began to show up. These men were almost dressed like police officers with their fancy suits and high-end clothing, a very intimidating air coming from them; however, one of them was someone he remembered. Just before he could call him out, the man wandered off with the intent on taking the nasty looking burly man with him much to the relief of Snark.

With the other man taking charge, Snark could only stare at him with a concerned stare, his eyes looking at him up and down cautiously to try and capture his true intentions. He was immediately calling them names as several coins floated in the air, Snark’s eyes analysing the others in the room cautiously as if trying to believe that he was just imagining it. Sadly, he wasn’t imagining any of it; it all really was happening. Feeling a little frightened, he looked around cautiously, looking ready to leave before gasping a little when he spoke once more.

‘Help’? Was this what that man spoke of before? Scratching his arm a little, he looked around, trying to see if anybody else was as uneasy as he currently was, “…This help, what else do we get?” he spoke, still completely unsure to whether he belonged here but still felt the need to speak as if he was part of the crowd before he got into trouble, “Food? Shelter? You know, the…basic needs?”