[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/66ca263a174d20e9b4de884f84c9ee25/tumblr_ntu7xcs6s61qhbroxo2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] A Pastry Shop - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Gideon, Jace, Janelle, and Isley[/center][hr][hr]	[color=00a99d]"Wow, Mother Nature really [i]is[/i] a bitch,"[/color] Scott said with a huge laugh as Isley demonstrated her powers. Sure, they were formidable and impressive - but that didn't mean he was going to pass up a chance to make an obvious joke, especially since the rest of these suckers seemed to not have a single funny bone in their bodies. Hell, he doubted they'd know what a joke was if someone hit them over the head with a funny bone until their skull cracked and they bled! He snorted slightly at the violent mental image. He also couldn't help but imagine how shocked these people would be to learn that he was, indeed, a father. He certainly didn't look the part. 

	He then raised a bit of an eyebrow - the kid wanted to [i]call[/i] and confirm an appointment? He knew her name and where she worked, didn't he? Were gingers not allowed to use Google search? He figured it could have been rightful discrimination against those with a certain mutation in their genetic code that produced that crimson shade. [color=00a99d]"Shocked you couldn't remember an address if you have a phone number memorized,"[/color] Scott said with an eye roll, picking on Jace for the sole purpose of irritating the kid.