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Tristan was quite for a moment before speaking. “If Ian say’s you can help then I’m all for it. My brother doesn't trust many people… it’s nice to see him branching out.” Tristan was grinning and his shy aura vanished like it had never been there to begin with. Ian felt his face heat up… if only Tris knew WHY he didn’t trust many people any more… but no… he never wanted his brother to find out why.

“I got one comic with X and Men in the title...and a blue furry guy with yellow eyes on the cover.” Tristan found it swiftly and held it up. It was a comic dealing with Nightcrawler, or Kurt Wagner. The edges of the pages where faded but otherwise it looked in ok condition.

Tristan was a eager student, he didn’t seem to get frustrated with himself when he couldn't get something done right the first time… he was paitchent and quick thinking. His writing was hard to understand… that was for sure… he'd just been copying letters as best he could when he made up his own stories to continue the comics he had, sentences where choppy and he had little grasp in the ways of grammar. The effort was there though.

While all this was going on Ian did a few laps around the roof, did stretches and yoga, working his body in a way that was relaxing to the older ginger man. Close to supper time he caught sight of some smoke rising in a distant district… that wasn't good. “I think somethings happens…. Look.” Ian called over to the other two on the roof, the smoke was getting darker which could mean something was burning hotter than when it started….sometimes things like this happened when the people fought back against the military… or a district leader, known or a mob boss like Mavrik, was trying to send a message to the people...