[December 2059] H2Ostage Situation
Grendel felt that sort of giddy sensation wash over him as he spotted Jenny and saw her smile at his approach. It might have taken a geneticist, a biologist and a magician all together to explain why metahuman hormones worked the way they did across the spectrum, but work they did.
But the generally pleasant and warm feeling was comingled with another more latent sense of anxiety, overstimulation, and even something approaching fear.
The mall had been one thing, this was another. The crush of metahumanity all crammed into a shifting wall of cloth, flesh and illuminated accessories. The roar of the metro echoing off the corridors, the metallic squeal of the brakes, the barn heat of so many bodies all packed together.
For a young Troll accustomed to thinking in terms of groups of maybe sixty people at the very most, it all pressed in on him psychologically as well as physically. He felt tense like he was short of breath, like at any moment somebody in the crowd might lash out even if he had no real reason to be afraid of such a thing.
He followed her into the churning mass all the same, afraid of losing sight of her mop of curly auburn hair and grateful that he had the height to keep track of her and the mass to force his way through the crowd to stay close. "Yeah, it was time." he replied as she mentioned his clothes and he passed the scanner without incident, only a glance back betraying any sort of wrong doing.
"Sounds good." he agreed, then after another glance watching the massive juggernaut of a train roll through he added. "Wow...that's a lot of troops. Is that normal?" he could just imagine how he looked from their vantage point, from within the plush, clean and air conditioned comfort of the passenger car, a harry tusked savage, like a zoo exhibit.
Off to your left... he imagined the stereotypical tour guide voice and managed a wry, toothy grin to a man in a sharp suit who locked eyes with him from within the car for a fraction of a second.