Lockjaw looked over Melody when the well-dressed man teleported away. He walked around her and smelled her hair. "So, little girl." He muttered. "Word on the street is you're some kind of Necromancer... can raise the dead, and all that stuff." He placed a hand on her shoulder and sneered. "Any truth to that? Or should I assume you're just another wannabe with a deathwish."<br/><br/>"Leave her alone, Lockjaw." The man called Xenolord chimed. "We've gotta stick together if we're to survive in this world. We can't afford to let your petty phobias sunder us." He put his hand on Melody's other should. "Come on, Hardrock." He muttered. "Lemme show you to where you'll be staying." Picking up her two bags, he motioned her farther into the warehouse. "You'll have to excuse Lockjaw. He's always been on edge since two weeks ago. Turns out there are some people like us who don't agree with the Village's views. People playing Superman to our Lex Luthor, for lack of better examples." He strolled along a line of beds, each with a suitcase near the head.<br/><br/>"We're a family, you know. All Meta Humans..." He looked at the confused look on her face. "Uh... Meta Human... it's my word for Super." He waved it away. "Never mind. All us supers have to stick together. Mundanes fear us, Hardrock. They think we'll take what we want, when we want it." He paused momentarily, a sly smile on his face. "It's a all-too real and completely rational fear, of course, but it doesn't make us feel any better." He ran his free hand through his long purple hair. "We live in this shit-hole because there's no place better. Yet, anyways. Say..." He looked at Melody and smiled. "I've got a favor to ask you, for the good of the Village."<br/><br/>"What is it?" She piqued, unsure of herself.<br/><br/>"We've been in some negotiations with a local hotel owner we've been trying to get to sell. He's been rather bull-headed so far, refusing to sell his hotel. We need that hotel for living space. The Village has grown since it opened, and this warehouse is bursting at the seems to house us all. A five-star hotel in the middle of Manhattan would both a; give us prime location to come out in the world, and b; would give us better, more numerous living spaces. It's a fairly easy job. In, kill the manager, steal the original contract replacing it with a fake, and out. After, of course, disposing of the body." He held her at arms length. "Whaddaya say?"<br/><br/>"Well..." She muttered. "If it will help everyone out." Xenolord smiled broadly.<br/><br/>"I knew I saw an entrepreneurial fire in those eyes! Alright!" He sat down on a bedroll with a quiver of arrows by it, his living area, obviously. Patting the one next to him, he smiled. "You'll be next to me, for now. And if we pull this off, I'll be sure you and I get the high-roller suites. Along with Stonewall, as well. He would be mad if he didn't have a nice place..."<br/><br/>"Who's Stonewall?"<br/><br/>"Stonewall's the nice man who brought you here and introduced us. He's also the Village's founder. Some say he's the first Villain, others just think he's like you and I. Enterprising." He patted the bedroll again. "Come on. Put your stuff down and have a nap. You deserve it after that busride. I'll get you up in a few hours."