Mindless Wandering (PRIVATE)

The 6 foot 2 tall French, muscular behemoth Project Fury mindlessly wandered through New York City, taking in the sights. The long silver-haired pale woman examined everything around her with her emotionless magenta eyes, an emotionless expression on her dainty face. The French woman wore a white sleeveless shirt, showing off her large and well-sculpted arms, black jeans that seemed a little tight due to the musculature of her legs and black boots. The pale French woman crossed her arms under her rather large chest and frowned softly to herself as she walked. "Je dis, cette ville est trompeusement difficile de naviguer" the tall and pale French powerhouse spoke to herself in French, her voice very soft and melodious with a rather thick French accent that didn't seem to fit the rather intimidating stature of her. The weather was a cloudy but otherwise perfectly warm weather, a rather perfect day in her opinion.

This New York day.Cloudy for sure but still it was warm.A pretty enjoyable evening for her nontheless.Her long waistlength auburn hair was bound into a ponytail.Wearing a tigh fitting red sweater with sleeves that went well past her fingertips.Ripped up blue jeans hugging her lithe thin legs.She was enjoying the overcast day.As she walked down the New York City.Men and some women casting her sidelong glances.They saw her as her as a cute defensless eighteen year old girl.She was really far from defenseless.In fact she was more deadly than every human ever born.Considered to be one of the most powerful witches.By both herself and most others.That was until she was murdered,but that is ancient history.Now her focus was on a strange woman.She was larger than most women.
With her murky green eyes she looked over the strange woman.As she spoke something in fluent french.Also she seemed lost.So elena decided maybe she could try and help."Mam do you need any help?"She asked curious approaching the large woman.

Fury stopped her examining of her surroundings and looked down at the murky green-eyed shorter woman. She stared at the woman with an emotionless gaze for a moment, as if she was trying to decide something in her head before she slowly nodded her head. "Yes, in fact I do Mademoiselle. It is the first time I have ever stepped foot in this city called, how you say, the Big Apple, and I am looking for a place that might be able to sell me some decent coffee, though unfortunately I am hopelessly lost" she said with a rather thick French accent. The French powerhouse of Project Perfection had recently tasted the concoction and she had acquired a taste for the beverage.

She smiled in response to the womans answer."I know where the nearest Starbucks is. If you want to know?I'll be glad to point it out for you"She told the tall woman.Thin pale hands placed on her hips.Then she turned around motioning for the woman to follow her.To the Starbucks coffee shop only two blocks over."By the way I like your accent. Is it french?"She added while thinking of something.One hand feeling for the wallet in her left back pocket.Relieved when she felt it there.Lightly sighing as her hands went into the side pockets of her ripped up jeans.She was a little curious of the strange woman.Though she knew it wasn't best to snoop into peoples lives.That could only get you killed if you did it to the wrong people.She would know that since she had died before.

Fury let a small smile make it's way to her pale and usually emotionless face, though it was just barely noticeable, and nodded her head as she followed the woman to the Starbucks. After following the much shorter woman, the French bombshell looked down at her guide when she commented about her accent. "Indeed it is Mademoiselle. Perhaps you are a bit familiar with, how you say, the language of love then?" Fury asked the other woman as she raised an elegant silver eyebrow at her, her face appearing to have a curious expression on it. People around them were giving Fury odd looks, most likely because they didn't expect someone with her physique and height to be French, though she ignored the looks like she always did.

"I'm familar with the language.Though i can't say i speak it"She replied.Walking through the front door of the starbucks.Pulling out a ratty old leather wallet from her left back pocket."So how do you like your coffee?"She asked turning around to face the woman.While retrieving a twenty dollar bill from her wallet.Clutching it in her hand while shoving the wallet back in to her pocket.Even though this waman seemed too large to be French it didn't matter to her.If she said she was french.Then in Elenas mind it was so.Also even if she wasn't it didn't matter either.Not over something small like one's race.Now she waited for a response to come.

Fury nodded her head silently to acknowledge her response about what she knew about French. She inhaled the beautiful scent of her coffee and closed her eyes in what could be called bliss. After blowing on it softly, she took a small sip of her black coffee and let the intoxicating taste and warm feeling encase her body before she opened her magenta-colored eyes and looked at the woman who escorted her to the Starbucks. "C'est magnifique" was her response as she quietly took a few sips of her coffee every now and then.

She smiled seeing that she was enjoying it.Sipping slowly on the coffee she had bought.Enjoying every taste.As the warm liqued hit her taste buds.Pale pink lips curling into a satisfied smile.Her pale white face seeming to light up with each taste.No matter how may times she ate or drank.She felt as if she was tasting for the first time.Wonderful sensations filling her entire being.Maybe this was how the druggies felt when they reached their first high.Maybe it was possible that it was only how her resurrected body reacted to food.Either way she enjoyed it."So is there any other reason your in this great city"She ventured to ask.A little curious.After all who would go to New York City just for coffee?

Fury was on guard a bit but was subtle enough so that the other woman didn't see her react to the question. She was secretly searching New York to see if the city had any connection to her past, the coffee was just a bonus. She didn't know anything about this woman and therefore, she felt the pale woman in front of her wasn't trustworthy enough to wield that information. "I was just, how you say, mindlessly wandering as I took in the sites, marveling at this grand and thriving métropole of a city" she said, deciding to use a half-truth since she was doing that as well.

"I suppose thats a good enough reason.Now I owe you the reason why i'm here.I'm here in search of my son,and would very much appreciate it if you have any knowledge of him.He has the ability to control water.Have you met anyone like that?"She asked not revealing everything about why she was in this city.Which was she was also looking for her husband.Hoping that he was still alive.After all she had been dead for at least a year.Many things could have changed over that time period.So she was wondering about.Trying to track down her son and hopefully find her soul mate.Even though she couldn't feel the connection they shared in the time before she was killed.Hopefully that was just a side effect of her resurrection insted of the other alternative.One she didn't want to consider.That he was dead.

The French bombshell thought to herself for a moment on whether or not she had seen a boy that could control water. After coming up with nothing from what seemed like hours of thinking, the amazon-like French powerhouse shook her head. "I am sorry Mademoiselle but I have not seen your little fils anywhere" she said, using a French word that most likely meant son. She secretly felt a little pity for the woman as because at times, when she was alone, she wondered what it was like to have a younger sibling or child to worry about and take care of.

"Oh well thank you for your help.I suppose i will just have to keep looking.Until then would you mind if I walked around with you?You know? Exploring the the great city"She asked a slight country accent permeating into her voice.Taking the last sip of coffee.Which still tasted wonderful to her."Right now I don't really have any place to go.So i'm just wondering if you wouldn't mind me going along with you"She smiled tapping the table with her left index finger.Not impatiently,just out of habit.Hopefully the woman wouldn't say no.After all it had been about two weeks since she had any real human contact.So this was most likely what she needed to maintain her sanity.If thats what you would call it.

Fury looked at the woman and stared at her with a raised eyebrow. She thought over whether or not to let the woman travel with her, wondering whether or not it could compromise her quest to find out who she was. After focusing on the topic for a bit, she slowly nodded her head yes to indicate she was going to let her travel with him. "Very well Mademoiselle. If we are going to walk together, may this fellow Mademoiselle ask you for your name?" she asked Elena with a polite and patient gaze.

"I am only more than glad to tell you my name.Its Elena.Elena marie Collin."She responded still tapping on the table with her index fonger."If you don't mind.Can i ask you your name?Only if its not too much trouble"She smiled.Perfectly manicured fingernail lightly scraping across the table.Awaiting for the large woman across fro m her to answer.Hopefully this wamn didn't mistrust her.Well hopefully not enough to not tell her something simple like a name.Though in the arts of magic even a name canbe a deadly weapon.So she stayed half on her guard.Ready for anything that might happen.

"Although it isn't my name, Mademoiselle Collin, my name is Fury. I don't respond to anything else" she said, giving her what she goes by as because she didn't want to admit she had no memory of her birth name. She kind of wished she could give Elena her birth name but since she didn't remember it, she decided to give her her 'nickname' of sorts, since that was the only piece of her identity that she had at this current time. To be honest, she herself didn't like the name Fury as because it was part of her being labeled as a thing rather then an actual person.