Olivia Foster Olivia liked to wander in places that weren't really safe to wander during times that weren't really safe to wander in. She liked it, because people assume that you're weak when you look like Olivia does, and when people assume they make an ass out of themselves. And Olivia likes to kick asses. Metaphorically speaking. She stood in Central Park, the loveliest park she'd seen, because it was the size of a few farms. And she was near that lovely fountain people see in movies. Little strappy dress that was sheer over satin that moved in the breeze, strappy little silver heels, and a purse over her shoulder. The only thing the purse had in it was a note that read HA! Sucker. And nothing else. Without taking off her shoes she stepped over the fountain's edge and into it, splashing, not caring that her pretty dress was being soaked.

Mortimer Toynbee™ Mort was feeling good after the little caper he and Callisto had finished a few days ago. A mutant experiment facility had went up in smoke along with all the resident scientists inside. Stupid flatscans. He was starting to like that word. He'd been hopping around central park in his hooded jacket but most people were at home at this hour. Anyone smart anyway but there, as always, was that one exception. The one lamb who was stupid to wander away from the flock and it appeared he'd found one. He hopped down from the tree and landed on the fountain's edge just across from her. He'd take a second to let her see him before trying to pounce her, landing with her back against the fountain and him on top, very close to her. "Hello."

Olivia Foster Olivia heard him land and then turned to face him, and when he pounced at her she just let him, it was uncomfortable, and sure she'd get a couple bruises, but her dark eyes didn't betray any fear. She simply smiled at him like he were her long lost friend, or best mate. "Hello, I was wondering when you'd show up." Now this could either be a trap, or a scary crazy woman, and despite paranoia, it was the second. She grinned up at him, eyes glittering in the dark and she patted his shoulder best she could and her head leaned back against the fountain behind her. The lights are on but no one's home, she's not playing with a full deck, she's not the brightest bulb on the tree, the sharpest knife in the drawer, she's one fry short of a happy meal...euphemisms aside, she's just waiting for him to speak, or do something else.

Mortimer Toynbee™ He had a hand clasped around her throat when she tried to scream but her current reaction threw him off. "You...been expectin' me?" That doesn't bode well at all. Maybe this was some undercover sting operation meant for someone else and he'd just gotten himself captured. It figures you try to have a little fun and just a simple mugging turns into a total disaster. His head tilted and those gold-rimmed eyes looked her over in confusion and had to glance around to see if anyone else was there as well.

Olivia Foster No one else around. Crickets chirped. The wind blew. There was no one. She smiled up at him and she shook her head. "Well for a week, perhaps. I haven't seen you in so long. We haven't gotten tea like we said we would. Come on, give me a hug instead of this. What has gotten into you?" She was chuckling then as she patted at his arm again and she glanced around. "How have Celia and the kids been?" Coo-coo.

Mortimer Toynbee™ His eyes narrow and he takes another look around, this time for Ashton Kutcher and a laughing camera crew of some kind. "Allllright then." He grabs her purse, still crouched on top of her. Once he has it, he sits up a little more, he'll hop off her. "Sorry love. Don't know ya and wouldn't want to if I did."

Olivia Foster Olivia grinned, sitting as if she were content to be there. Still the only thing in that purse was a note that said Ha! Sucker! She watched him and lifted her hand to touch at his cheek so softly. She leaned forward and rested her chin on his shoulder. "You know, you shouldn't tell Celia about us, she would hate me if she knew of our affair." She lifted her hand up to run through his hair and then back down against his cheek. "Let's go to my place? We can have dinner, make love in the whirlpool like we used to. It's been so long." Her tone sounded loving and sweet, and she looked at him as if he were everything in her world.

Mortimer Toynbee™ A groan of frustration when he sees the note. "Cute. Of all the people in Central Park I could've run into and I get the bloody loon." He tosses the purse in the fountain and eyes her again. "Lady, you must be blind as well as crazy. Look at my face. Do I look like some bloke you know? I'm not.....did you say whirlpool?" Was he really the type of guy to take advantage of someone who was obviously mentally ill.

Olivia Foster Olivia leans into him and brushes her lips over his cheek. To him this was James, and he was her love, though he had a wife and kids and she was just his mistress. A memory of her life before all this hell. Before DareDevil. She nodded quietly. "I'll feed you champagne and strawberries like I used to, please, come home with me tonight," she was delusional, mentally instable. "Please, come be with me?"

Mortimer Toynbee™ He raises an eyebrow. This chick was off her rocker in more ways than one if she couldn't even tell the differences in faces. Especially in his. Could he really be that much of a bastard to take advantage of this poor woman in her obviously disheveled state? "Right then. Lead the way then, love."

Olivia Foster "Well you have to get off of me my sweetheart." And once he did, she stood up in the fountain, all wet and everything. She took his hand just as if he were a normal guy, and she started toward the street which wasn't too far, where her car was parked. From there she took him to the less seemly sort of town, and she pulled into an old warehouse. "I know this looks a mess, but I haven't gotten the maintenance man to clean things up." No maintenance man, nothing. She smiled as she walked through the echoing room toward a door that was part of a closed of section of the building that was about half of this one's size. Once inside it was like night and day. Inside it was posh, richly decorated, warm, and smelling sweet. It was nothing compared to what he was lead in from. "I'm sure you're starved, I'll have something sent to us," Delivery no doubt. "Would you like a nice steak and potatoes dear? I know it's your favorite."

Mortimer Toynbee™ The further in they went, the more he was starting to think this little birdie had flown the coup already but he followed her inside. When they came to the richly decorated portion, he whistled, surprised to say the least. Maybe she wasn't completely loony after all. "Um....yeah. You uh, got any beers in this place?" He says, looking around at all the valuables and expensives around the place.

Olivia Foster "Of course, your favorite," she took him. This room was set up like a foyer, with a chandelier hanging above an open stair case all complete with a miniature fountain in the center of the room. Off to the left was a quaint sitting room with a fireplace, but off to the right was a dining room. She lead him through it, on through to a lovely kitchen with marble countertops, hardwood floors, and black appliances. "The imported stuff you always had me get you. It's right there in the fridge." She plucked up the phone and began dialing a restaurant that would deliver, even out here. And she'd order them a couple of meals, steak, baby red potatoes, with warm bread on the side. And for dessert would be champagne and chocolate covered strawberries, which she could order from this place too.

Mortimer Toynbee™ "You're a saint, love." Mortimer looked inside and grabbed a few, placing two in his pockets. Never knew when the old bat might get her senses back but might as well live it up until then. In the meantime though, he'd look around for any photos as well and try to figure out just who the hell she thought he was. Guy with all this couldn't have a face like Toad so there was no way she'd get him mixed up.

Olivia Foster There was a single picture on the fridge of her and a man, who did look a lot like Mortimer, save for his skin was a healthier shade, and he was wearing a suit. They could have been brothers. He might get a glimpse of what he would look like if he weren't a mutant at all. When she finished with the phone call she moved to him and slipped along side him, and she whispered. "Why don't you go take a shower, love...I have a few of your pajamas here. You can relax before the food comes. Mm?" Maybe it wasn't being crazy, maybe she really did just think he was someone else. It was amazing how many people could be mutants. Maybe she figured he'd turn into one since she last saw him.

Mortimer Toynbee™ "...Bloody hell..." The picture was a shock. He eyed it for a long moment, looking over the stranger's features closely and aside from the skin and eyes, he was staring at his human clone. He jumped when she slipped her arms around him, lost in thought about that picture. He may have to find out who this guy is and why he'd leave all this behind. If her mental stability was any indication, the reasons weren't far behind. However, he could see why she thought he was someone else. "Nah. I think I'll just eat and,,,," He pauses and sniffs himself. Running in the sewers was a great way to move undetected but was murder on personal hygiene. "...on second thought, maybe I will take that shower."

Olivia Foster "well, since you don't know this place," she took his hand and lead him back out of the kitchen and then through up those stairs. She was leading him past rooms, bedrooms. Posh art on the walls, all of it stolen. When she came to the master suite there was a large canopy bed, lovely furniture and the floor was carpeted. There were no windows however there was a light breeze flowing through. This place was at least well ventilated. She went to the large walk in closet and returned with a pair of red silk boxers and pajamas, button down. They looked expensive. She motioned to the bathroom past the bed, there was a large soaker whirlpool tub, and a huge marble and glass shower. This place was almost decadent. "I'd join you, but I'd like to save that for after we eat."

Mortimer Toynbee™ Again, he had to whistle when he saw everything. The paintings, the canopy bed, the expensive shower and hot tube. This place was extravagant and had to be stolen. The fact it was hidden as an old warehouse was proof of that. However, he said nothing and simply continued to look around. "Again, thanks. I'll keep my own stuff though." Referring to his clothes, although those silk boxers look comfy.

Olivia Foster "They're yours..take them. Besides, I can wash those you have on, if you're more comfortable that way." Whoever knew that Olivia had a soft side? Had a side like this. Loving and sweet? "Just leave them outside the door, and you can change before you leave tomorrow, Celia will never know the difference." Of course he could always play along, claim he left Celia, she would never know the difference. She smiled softly and placed the clean clothes in his arms, before she'd sit on the bed and wait for his dirty clothes to be set outside the door.

Mortimer Toynbee™ "Oi. Tell me something; what're you gettin' outta all this? Bein' a girl on the side an' all?" He asked curiously. He'd heard her say earlier about being this guy's mistress. It was obvious she was well off so why the deception? Why be the back-up girl when you could have any other guy you wanted?

Olivia Foster She smirked, "You haven't had sex with you, have you, dear?" Olivia chuckled. The sex had been fantastic, if not a little rough. She didn't care so long as she got to slight someone else on the side. "Besides, if I had wanted the marriage and the kids I would have found someone else. But you're willing, lord knows you treat me well, and I haven't any of the messy strings to get tangled in. She nodded to the bathroom, "Now why don't you go clean up. Dinner will be here soon."

Mortimer Toynbee™ ~Neither have you, love. Neither have you~ Other than that, she sounded like Mort's kind of girl. Hated commitment, loved the finer things in life, treated herself well, and apparently she didn't care too much about looks. He started to undress even though she was still there, not very modest at all. His shirt came off and she'd see the greenish-brown skin was apparently everywhere along with some warts that covered his body. They weren't numerous but there were there. Other than that, he looked normal if a little muscular for his small frame. Being in the Brotherhood kept you in shape after all.

Olivia Foster Olivia picked up the clothes that he took off, easily as if she didn't mind the smell really. Which she did, but ..she wouldn't make anything of it. This is why she suggested he shower. She wasn't abashed by his nudity, in fact it was welcomed to her. "You've been working out, love," she smirked once she had all of his clothes and she went off to do this load of laundry. She might even wash them twice. When he finished showering, he'd find her in the dining room, this time, she was dressed down quite a bit, in a black silky robe that came to mid thigh with a print of an oriental dragon on the back. There was candle light...and food. And it smelled wonderful.

Mortimer Toynbee™ When she washed the clothes, she may notice something different about them like the front and back part of the vest was made of Kevlar but custom created to be super flexible. Same for the ticker portion of the pants and steel-toed boots that were very light or at least light to him. Made for heavy kicking. He finished after thirty minutes and walked out shaking out his hair to get out the access water, spikier than ever. He looked and felt cleaner than he had been in weeks and, after drying off, put on the clothes she provided but just the pants, leaving himself shirtless and still drying his hair with one of her towels. Wrapping the towel around his shoulders, he walked back to the dining room and seemed to eye her again a moment as if expecting her to say Ha, you've just been Punk'd. "The way I look....it really don't bother you?"

Olivia Foster "Some ...mutations blossom late, dear," Olivia looked up from the plate she just sat down. There was a light salad on the table, dressing, butter for the warm bread , steak sauce, and one glass of red wine at her setting, but one tall glass of beer full, with another unopened bottle full next to it. "You look to me as you always have, save a few differences. I still find you deeply attractive, James." She smiled gently, and glanced down to their plates, now he would have a name to go with the face on the fridge. "Did Celia reject you for this? Is that why you were out doing what you did? You've no home now?" Her eyes appear to hold soft concern for him. "If you need to, you can always stay here with me."

Mortimer Toynbee™ ~James, huh?~ "You might say that. Since I changed, thing's ain't exactly been easy with the FoH, the incident on Alcatraz, and all this business about a cure." He folded the towel and placed it in his lap after sitting down and taking a long drink of his beer. "....An I can do a whole lot more too. Guess that musta scared her. Ole Ceila." Everything on the table looked great so he started to dig in right away.

Olivia Foster She smiled, the life on the streets must have been so difficult, it must be why he's changed so much, but he's back now, and in her life, and having to hide as much as she did. She smiled quite widely and she began to eat, the food was incredible, she couldn't cook, herself, but she sure could order. "So then you'll stay, James? With me? I can't stand the thought of you living out there...with nothing...when I have all this to share."

Mortimer Toynbee™ Here's where things could get complicated if he didn't play his cards right. Get her to reveal what information he would need by herself without getting her so pissed, she'll kick him out anyway. "Is that what you really want? For me to stay here? Or do you just want someone around who'll keep your pipes cleaned on a daily basis? All we had was an affair and...besides the sex, we barely know anything about each other." "You sure you're ready to share your home with me? Your life with a monster?" He said, really trying to ham it up. "You don't want me and you would be right not to. You want someone better than that. Better someone else's than to share your bed with a.... with a Toad." Managing to feign a look of sorrow on his face quite well.

Olivia Foster Olivia stopped eating and she rose to her feet only to sit beside him, rather than across from him. She lifted his chin softly, "no. I would never make you do menial work. Never. Even though we lost touch after the murder trials of my parents, and I was sent to jail, you said you would accept me. I am a monster too, James. I've killed. I've stolen. I've done many bad things and I'm not sorry for those things either." She tilted her head in thought, "perhaps you could help me, but not in those areas, not in cleaning pipes or bothersome labor that I've hired people to do. How do you feel about stealing? About perhaps helping me kill Daredevil?" Her eyes had a wicked shine in them. Perhaps he would be her ally. She could hope he'd accept this proposition.

Mortimer Toynbee™ For a moment, the whole conversation goes into left field and he glances at her in surprise but he stays in character. "I....could help you. It won't be easy to go out in the day as I once could. Not like this." He turns away from her then. Getting out of his seat, he turns his back on her. "I...I feel like I don't know you. I feel like I don't know myself. Like the face I see in the mirror isn't my own anymore. I feel like I wouldn't even know our own names even if I heard them again."

Olivia Foster "I'm the same Olivia I was, James. And if you want to, you could take a new name, an alias...something that might keep suspicion off of you and your family." Olivia rose and she approached him. "Whatever you want, I'll help you, and you'll help me. Life isn't so bad this way, I don't' go out often during the day at all anyway, being an escaped convict." She chuckled slightly and glanced off to the side, before looking to him, and cupping his cheek delicately. "We'll get through this twisted dark life together, and we'll be the ones who sit at the top again, just like at Fostermill," the corporation. He might have heard it in the news, Olivia Foster, CEO of Fostermill Corporations is found guilty for murder. There were headlines all over the place, but the news of her escape was hidden. The police and the government didn't want it well known that they blundered and let her escape.

Mortimer Toynbee™ ~Oh, that Olivia. Definitely have to be careful around this one~ "I suppose. I just...feel like everything is slipping away from me." He pauses, testing the waters a bit and wrapping his arms around her waist. "But I suppose I have no choice. 'Sides, I always been partial to the name, Mortimer. Yeah, Mortimer....Toynbee. That's good; Mortimer Toynbee." Again, acting as though he'd just come up with it. "Heh...maybe I can use Toad for my super villain name too." That part said in a joking tone. His hands began to move lower, below her waist.

Olivia Foster Olivia's expression became almost playful as he wrapped his arms around her, as his hands slid lower. "Mortimer then, yes. I like that. It has a certain ring to it. Everyone is named James, but...Mortimer is unique." She stepped up close and she touched her lips in a delicate fashion to his own, and her eyes gazed deeply into his own, before she leaned back away from him. "Let's finish dinner so that we can have...dessert."

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