[color=f26522][Center][B][h1]Isaac / Heat[/h1][/b][/center][/color]

[B]Time:[/b] Morning
[B]Location:[/b] South Bronx, NYC
[B]Interactions:[/b] Rosalie [@Wolvena]
[B]Mentions:[/b] 
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Isaac watched and listened to some of the exchange between the woman and man buried into the ground up to his neck. [color=f26522][i]Rosie?[/i][/color] The name spouted by the human who did a hell of a lot of shit-talking for someone who was immobilized belonged to the woman. [color=f26522][i]Rosie…[/i][/color] He turned his head back to look at the woman and suddenly couldn’t see her… or anything for that matter. 

[color=gold][b]“Pull, yank, bend, and crack time and reality
I wanted to give you a message before this brutality
Because I know the shit that you’re planning to do
The main reason is… it’s because I am YOU!
From the future, I bestow you with fact and information
Especially because you made it to this specific location
This moment, this woman, this man in the ground
I give you this mission so you can turn things around.
Rosie! Rosie’s short for Rosalie.
Primora! She’s the one you’re supposed to meet
But guess what? They’re the same girl on the surface
This future message comes to YOU at your service.[/b][/color]

And as quickly as that odd message in the blankness of darkness occurred, it vanished. Everything fell back into place, and he was looking at Rosalie. The very woman the future message was about. [color=f26522][i]Primora…[/i][/color]

[color=purple]“I’d much rather have him forget the whole thing and even me if possible.”[/color]

Isaac raised an eyebrow. Judging by the gun he brought into the situation, he could tell Rosalie was definitely taking the high road. [color=f26522][i]Softy[/i][/color]. He stood up as she was more inclined to having her old friend/new enemy forget the events that occurred. He walked over to the gun on the ground, picking it up. Isaac tested the weight of the pistol by raising it up and down and nodded as he held the weapon by the warm barrel.

[color=f26522]“I suggest you look away.”[/color] Isaac said as he walked towards the buried man. 

[color=f26522][b]“Even though you ain’t gonna die today
I think it’d benefit you if you prayed
You see I’m about to bash your head with this gun
Up to the point where you won’t remember nothin’”[/b][/color]

Isaac swifty hit Colby in the temple with butt of the gun. Colby's head recoiled as his eyes appeared dazed from the strike to his head. He attempted to blink several times to regain focus, but was struck once again.

[color=f26522][b]“Again with the blam blam you get struck in the head!
You better forget before your ass ends up dead!”[/b][/color]

Colby’s head  seemed to nod in all sorts of directions due to the blunt head trauma  he experienced from Isaac who tucked the gun into the small of his back. He faced Rosalie with cold eyes, not regretting his actions towards the man who would see all mutants in concentration camps or worse. 

[color=f26522]“He’ll suffer from a severe TBI, but your secret is safe. It’s worth it!”[/color] He said, as he justified his brutal action. What he had done to Colby was nothing. It was the reaction of Rosalie he was more worried about. If she was meant to be a part of saving an apocalyptic future, he needed to do things the right way. [color=f26522]“Let me guess, you’re not a mutant.”[/color] He posed the statement in order to legitimize these visions he was receiving from his future self. Colby's nodding head soon went limp.