Blood Reunion

"Don't worry, you only have to apologize if you kill someone or do damage money can't pay for. I'm not holding you in contempt for psychologically scarring people..." Bliss thought to all the times before. "Not anymore." While Gwharr moved away the bed, Bliss took notice of his attire. The purple suit and frivolous hat caught her attention, but paled in comparison to the white teeth he bore. "How did you afford dental work? I'll get started on building you a tooth brush to keep up the good work."

The time in between the attack on New York and the double home invasion Bliss fended off brought a level of disconnect between her appearance of Gwharr. Outside of the odd get up and newly remodeled mouth, he looked like he carried a lowered stature. In the wake of the turmoil , Bliss found it easy to overlook the weight it bore on those around her. She took off for her own, after assembling a team to defend the city, but once the calamity faltered into the dust and rubble of broken buildings, she took her leave. Maybe she cashed in a little too soon for the good of others.

"Gwharr this is Tyuki." Bliss extended her hand to motion to the girl whom launched out to grab the falling doll. "Tyuki, Gwharr." While her hand motioned back to Gwharr, she noticed a look of hesitation between the two. It only went without saying the tension probably came somewhere from the abrupt waking Gwharr inflicted on the young girl. "I guess since we're all up now at..." In the pitch to get to the room in such a hurry, she never warranted any attention to seeing the time for herself. "4:27, a good time to be awake..." Her tone dropped from the sincere to the ironic, but she faltered in trying to remember if Gwharr understood irony. "Gwharr, I can't remember, do you understand sarcasm, or do you think I like being awake right now? Oh who cares, I'm making bacon."

As blissed mentioned his new grill, the Gargantuan, Garishly Garbed, Gruesome Giant Grinned, just to allow everyone in the room to gaze at the glory that was his new teeth. In fact, it hadn't cost him a thing to take care of them. After all, being a regenerator had its perks, one of them being that lost teeth grew back almost before you could blink. "Just took a rock and filed 'em a bit, then my healy-dealiie kicked in an' dealt with the rest. Easy as pie, an' literally as good as new!" He said, his inhumanly deep booming voice while not exactly melodious was far more moderated than the usual grunts or shouts of rage he had used when they last hung out together.

However, he raised an inhumanly furry eyebrow as the new stoner-girls hair suddenly started to change colour all of a sudden. Maybe it was the light playing tricks on him, or maybe it was just some sort of variation of the whole 'hair turning white from fright"-dealie, but he still found it mighty perplexing. Still, he wouldn't bring up the point. He was a twenty-thousand year old man of i"ndeterminable species, but probably of neanderthal origin" so he was in no position to tell the woman she was a weirdo cuz her hair changed colour. Besides, bliss could freeze a river solid with a flick of her finger, and he himself could probably throw the statue of liberty into the sea if he wanted and next to such abilities having the power to change your haircolour was pretty tame. No wonder she smoked pot to ease her pain of having such ridiculous powers.

Gwharr nodded in approval as Bliss announced that she was going to make bacon. He liked bacon, since bacon was tasty, and thus frying up some bacon was a very good idea in his mind. Especially since he was a bit hungry at the moment. IIt had been almost four hours since he last ate. Still, If Bliss was going to cook up bliss-sized portions, he would probably only get more hungry. Might as well ask for extra at once, so that he could truly extinguish that blasted peckishness

"Could ya fry up some extra for me, sweetheart? I'm famished" he asked, his voice very remniscent of the brutish oaf of a husband in romantic movies that were usually played by bald overweight men in undershirts. He then turned to Tyuki to answer her query aswell. "Just dropped by ta visit Bliss. Was far too long since last time. Although, then it was only a brief meeting during the whole new-york thing, an' that whole thing woz afriggin' mess, ya know!" he said with a slight shrug

It took her some maneuvering to get past the lively, large and in charge neanderthal, but Tyuki pushed passed her to make her way to get to the guest bathroom situated next to the bedroom. "I'm glad you only scared her to crap and not scared the crap out of her." The sudden rush fell off as Bliss pointed to one of the primitive paintings hanging on the wall. "I put up one of the paintings you did. I still have the deer carcass somewhere, but didn't think that fit the decor so much." Resting oddly against the antique decorated room, the cave painting stood out, and in Bliss's mind, the thing she would always remember about Gwharr was his innate ability to always standout.

After a few minutes the smell of bacon permeated through the house. She kept throwing pieces on the pan and taking the others off in an assembly line manner. Without the foresight of the guests arrival Bliss only kept enough packs of bacon for herself. She stacked three packages of bacon and kept the good smell coming with each flip of the slender meat. "I had this stacked up for my Bliss night in, but I can always go get more." Each trip to the market got better with the rebuilding of the city, but it still cost more than before the destruction.

A few nights ago, Bliss thought about how good it would be if she started a business in the city that would employ a large number of the city and put money back into the economy to lower the interest rate choking the populace. With the rebuilding effort, people now needed protection from an economic system, maybe if it got out of hand Gwharr could smash the economics when Bliss stopped carrying about following through. New Jersey had a lower tax rate, maybe she could make her business there. "Whatever you call breakfast at 5 am is ready."

Gwharr grinned at bliss comment as he knucklewalked into the kitchen, his rather acute sense of smell picking up the delicious fragrance of bacon being cooked. Even though his cognitive abilities had increased somewhat he still though that humanity was totally bonkers. Why have perfumes smelling like flowers and whatnot when you know that the scent of bacon would entice any person in the world? Maybe he could pitch the idea to some guy in a suit and make lots of money. Still, it probably needed some work before it could be properly put into action. The idea was golden though, no doubts about that!

The caveman cackled in a less than pleasant way as bliss stated her appreciation for him not literally causing the woman to pollute the couch with excrement as a reaction to his fear. "Yeah, probably aught ta feel guilty 'bout it, but I don't. It woz pretty funny, an' you came in before I had time to do any lastin' damage, so no harm done, eh?" The caveman said rather cheerfully, as if his near-murder of Bliss guest was something that aught to amuse any and all nearby. He still figured it was comedic gold himself. Especially her reaction when she woke up. 'I didn't break anything'. Heh. He aught to put that on a T-shirt or something so that when people ask about it, he'd get an excuse to tell the story about the whole thing.

As Bliss pointed out the fact that she had kept one of his painting on display. Not on the wall, naturally. After all, his little masterpiece was painted on an almost eighty pound heavy slab of rock. "The one with the deers, yeah? Of the un's I gave ya, this un's my favourite. Did ya notice how I used actual deer-blood for paintin' them deers? Thought it would be, whuddayasay. . . artistic and such." Gwharr said, his deep, booming voice seeemingly unable the pride he took in the fact that his 'mentor' approved of his painting. He might not look it, with his 1110 pound frame and all, but he was rather sensitive to criticism when it came to his artistic work. Critizicing it would be sorta like criticizin' his soul or something like that. And his opinion on deer-hunting as well.

"It probably will do fer now, I'm thinkin'. I'mma grab a burger or somethin' if Im still hungry later." The caveman said with a slight shrug as Blissie asked him wether her Bliss-portion of bacon would be enough to satisfy the hunger of the massive caveman. He was pretty sure it would not be enough, but he wasn't all that super-hungry yet. He could probably wait a few hours before heading out and grabbing some burgers for himself or somesuch.

"Goodie!" The caveman responded to the announcement that brakfast was ready, and managed to keep himself from simply grabbing the tasty-looking bacon straight out of the pan and devour it on the spot. This would probably be looked upon kindly by the bliss, and he was well aware that his muscles and ability to smash all opposition did not scare Bliss enough to let matters regarding bacon pass her by without reprimands and demands for retribution

"I liked the use of actual deer blood. It really draws a je ne sais quoi value to it, the way the blood sticks to the texture of the rock slab." Bliss gestured her hand to the lines around the crude figures of the slab. The conversation piece for the first time went in the way of conversation. Normal house guests of Bliss found it a little odd for her to keep something of such peculiar origins, but given the demeanor, reputation, and secrecy of Bliss always assume she merely stole it. Also, Bliss really never hosted anyone, but she thought the first thing sounded better. "I bet we could start selling these paintings to upper island New Yorkers for whatever type of presumptuous parties they held."

A few minutes after the sound of water cut off in the bathroom, the fresh smelling Tyuki brought a better aroma to the room. It quickly faded into the smell of bacon, and Bliss didn't hold any bad feelings against the bacon for pushing away the fresh aroma. "Not that I don't like living in the desolate ruins of a once great city, but I feel a little trip might be warranted."

It took a few months, but the sun finally peaked through the trounced darkness of the rummage of a new atmosphere. Even if no one else gave her credit for it, she knew her over abundance of ice saved the air by giving some extra flow of oxygen into the air. It strained her terribly, and even now she felt a sharp pain when she conjured any form of ice. The cost of this power started to weigh on her, but everytime she wanted to cast aside her powers she remembered a conversation with Dr. Cosmos when he told her she might as well put a mediocre bullet through her brain. Dick.

"Italy sounds nice."

Gwharr the caveman did his best not to raise his eyebrows as Bliss spoke about selling his paintings, praising their whoop-de-do and texture. Whatever that meant. It was probably well-intentioned, but Gwharr was pretty sure he hadn't meant to do these things, but since bliss didn't seem to know that, he might as well take as much credit from it as he could get away with "Yeah, yeah. I totally meant to do that whole la-di-dah thing ya was just talking 'bout. And textures too. Ya gotta have textures, am I right?."

Whilst Tyuki was trying her very best to behave in order to make the Blissful one happy and content. Probably a good strategy to retain a good relationship between the two. Gwharr however clever he might have become, had no inclination for such behaviour whatsoever. Instead he wolfed down the Bacone quickly and efficiently, barely taking the time to chew the deliciously tasty slices of meat before banishing them to his guts where they would be lovingly and tenderly cared for by his awesome metabolic system.

As the bacon on his plate had dissapeared he could not help but to regret his decision to not send the bliss down to the store to buy more of the stuff. Still, it was probably for the best, really. He didn't want to make his best friend run outside in the dead of night, finding an open store buy him more of the deliciously luscious bacon, also known as the "pink-n-white, crunchy gold". However, it seemed that there was indeed some goodwill left on the good old earth when Tyuki, Bliss tame asian dumped some of the bacon on her plate onto his. Gwharr grinned at her, a grin som widely that it looked as if he could probably fit her entire body in his mouth without even trying. "Thanks doll" the caveman said before he once again started to devour the tasty slices of meat on his plate. Even though his voice, deep and coarse as it was still seemed far more suited to monosyllabic grunts than complete sentances.

"I been ta italy. Nice place. They called it the Roman Empire when I woz there though." Gwharr said conversationally before once again attacking the plate of bacon once again in a vicious manner. He really loved bacon

Simply saying a trip to Italy sounds nice only covers the inception of the idea. Getting a caveman on an airplane would prove difficult, and it could prove even tougher to get the plane off the ground. "Gwharr can you swim an ocean?" The question sounded absurd even when she waited for a sincere answer. "...Or do you think you can fly on a plane?" After she sounded off her question, Bliss took her leave from the table to place her dish next to the sink, forsaking her previous tantrum over placement of plates.

"I think there could be some kind of weight problem; I doubt it would have anything to do with strength, so you should be okay Tyuki." The clink of the plate, followed by the dragging of the soft footed house flippers along the linoleum flooring, ushered Bliss past the breakfast table and back towards the hallway stairs. Leaving the two unaccompanied heroes together would most likely need to no problems, but given the damage her small townhouse withstood in the past, Bliss wanted to make sure to get dressed and oversee any exchange the primeval man had with the tiny bruiser.