Hank McCoy / X-Men First Class / Multidimensional Barplace

[mm_bwilde]

"No, see you aren't listening. If we can give normal people a chance to experience powers, than they can understand us! The formula is temporary and not another super soldier serum. You've read the notes!" Hank is saying rather exasperated as he enters the bar.

His daemon Scheherazade (a racoon currently perched on his shoulders) replies, "And you are so wrapped up in what can be that you are not seeing the danger. A known fear can be just as dangerous as a known and you would be giving the government a tool to use against mutants."

A third party may be needed for this argument.

Comments

[camwyn]

[OOC: I kinda want to send one of my pups and his/her daemon; have you got a preference, or at least a preferred universe I could send somebody from?]

[no_more_hiding]

[OOC: Can't think of any preference myself, sorry. =]

[death_gone_mad]

"Well, that is an interesting conversation that just walked into the bar," says the redhead sitting at the table.

She's not Irish or Scottish or even anywhere remotely northern European. Maybe she dyes her hair that color.

The striped hyena at her feet lifts his head to measure up the two who just came in and then to consider what the woman said. He then huffs and shakes his head at her. "Maybe, maybe." Despite his dismissive tone, he looks very interested.