New York City, three days after the Mari Crisis...

The office doors swung open with a gentle kick, two burly Russian enforcers carrying a person with a bag over his head inside. "<Is the bag really amust!? I know this office like the back of my hand!>" A muffled voice whined from the bag, speaking their tongue fluently. "<Apologies, Dion. You know your mother has a thing for... Theatrics.>" One of the enforcers bluntly stated, the two of them almost throwing Dion in a chair in front of an silver plated desk. "<Gah! Yup, definitely just landed on my nuts...>" Dion chuckled through his pain, almost sounding like he enjoyed it.

The bag was swiftly removed from the vagabonds head, his bloodshot eyes blinking harshly at the sudden exposure of light. The two enforcers swiftly left the office, knowing whatever came next was going to be unpleasant. Once his vision refocused, he would be looking right at the Russian Mob's greatest attorney, Maggie Sobol, his mother.

Maggie simply sat there in silence, slowly crossing her arms while taking a long drag off of the cigarette that draped from her rouge lips. Dion stared right back, his eyes slowly widening as a nervous, cheesy grin formed on his pasty face. "Soooo... Is this about that little drug bust in Brooklyn? If so! I swear that I was keeping a lookout, yeah...? It-It wasn't my fault that the cops came storming through the back! I only have one pair of eyes, you know. Before you even say it, yes, I might have possibly been high but that was to enhance my vision! How else do people stay up for ten hours straight, coffee!? It isn't like I could just wear a camel back of coffee and slurp on it to stay awake... Actually, that sounds like a brilliant idea. Where was I going with this again?" The prodigal son daintily rested his chin on his hand, looking up to collect his thoughts. All the while, Maggie just continued staring a hole through the boy.

His smudged, shadowed eyes darted to the smoke in her mom's mouth, cautiously opening his to speak. "There isn't a chance that I could have one of tho-" The ruthless attorney finally snapped, throwing her cigarette case at Dion, smacking him right in the forehead. "OW! SH!T!"

"You idiot!" Maggie shouted, her voice was so coarse, like she ate sand for breakfast. She held her hands up, clutching the air in frustration. "Do you have any idea how many of our guys were arrested in that sting!? Those people have families, Dion! Now I have to accommodate said families while their husbands and daddies do hard time, that's twice the money we've lost from YOUR screw up!"

Dion rubbed his forehead as his mother raged, delicately opening the cigarette case and pulling out a cancer stick. "Mm! Then don't give me such an important job! You're the one that insists I do this kind of sh!t, mom!" He shouted cigarette smoke at Maggie, taking a moment for another drag to cool his nerves and smooth out a hangoverfrom the night before.

The lawyer sighed, apologetically looking at her troubled boy while also puffing on her cigarette. "I know, I know. I just don't want you to end up on the streets again! You know I love you, and I'll always provide a means for money... But you need to understand that those means aren't easy. Just because it's there doesn't mean you should take it, you know, think about someone other than yourself for a change?" Maggie looked at Dion with a comforting glare, quickly furrowing her eyebrows as he whipped out a flask from his fuzzy jacket to take a quick sip. "...Which is why I have a new job for you. It's... It's about your half-sister, Juno..."

Dion almost choked on the cheap vodka at the very mention of the name, looking at his mother in shock. "I'm sorry, did I hear that right? You want me to check on "perfect daughter" Juno!? I thought you never worry about that fly girl, at least that's how you come off whenever you go off on a praise rant about her..." The junkie rolled his eyes, flapping his lips mockingly like the diva he was. "What could sissy possibly have done for this kind of worry, I wonder?"

Maggie rolled her eyes, slightly hurt by Dion's sassy words. "Hey! I love you both equally, don't you ever think otherwise. Juno... She just happens to have a much clearer idea of what she wants to be in life, don't even think of telling me that I'm wrong." She raised her brow, reaching into her desk to pull out a folder, chucking it towards Dion.

Dion caught the folder, opening it with to read the details. It contained details on Juno's enrollment into some kind of Academy for gifted students, something Dion scoffed at as soon as he read it. "Oh my my my! Isn't that just adorable. You think they all wear cute little school outfits? How come this is the first I'm hearing about this? What if I wanted to go to school! I have powers too, you know." Dion sarcastically expressed jealousy, femininely twiddling his fingers in the air.

"You wouldn't last two days in a school, Dion. Last time I checked, they don't exactly tolerate kids running around buck naked, fighting statues while tripping on LSD." Maggie rubbed her brow, getting horrid flashbacks of picking Dion up from that nightmare.

"Oh, that was just one time! I swear to... Whatever you worship... That the statue was threatening to cut my nipples off, I was merely trying not to be the first ever victim of a statue hate crime!" Dion could barely get his words out through the giggling, continuing to flip through the folder. "Okay... So why am I looking at this? I thought this is where she was supposed to go to get from Xian- Oop! Sorry! Your *Ahem* "former, smuggler sugar daddy?" The young man threw up rapid air quotes, his eyebrows raising suggestively.

The red headed mediator sneered at her son, ready to throw something else at him. Instead, she lit up yet another smoke and answered his (annoying) questions. "Yes, it is where she's hiding. As far as I know, Juno's still in the clear. If "you know who" found out her location, I'd be the first person to hear about it. That's not the problem, she hasn't given me so much as a call since she got to that school..." Maggie frowned, knowing that her concerns sounded silly, and looked over at Dion, knowing he was going to call her out on it.

Which is exactly what he did, slapping his cheeks dramatically with a shocked expression to go with it. "GASP! Your seventeen year old daughter hasn't called you!? Stop the presses! Next you're going to tell me that sex makes babies!" He put his wrist on his forehead, pretending to almost faint. "Let me guess. Knowing what little I do about sissy dearest, she's not one to just go ghost like that, and you think that something happened.... Oooooh! And you want ME to go and see what all the fuss is!" Dion finally stood up, clapping his hands in excitement. "Oh I do hope they have raves in Connecticut... Like... Crazy farmer sex raves? I don't know, but I'm going to find out..." The vagabond tapped his chin, looking at his mother who was simply giving him a nod of acknowledgment.

Maggie leaned over her desk, placing her hands together and pointing them at Dion. "You would be correct. Dion, please don't mess around on this one, I'm begging you. She may be my daughter, but she's your sister all the same, get it? Go right there, check up on her, and then come right back. And for gods sake, avoid using your powers for once..." She sounded as sincere as possible in her plea.

Dion attacked his mother with a hug from across the desk, kissing her obnoxiously and rapidly on the cheek. "Say no more, mum! I'll be back before you realize... Well, before you realize." He parted, now stepping out of the office backwards. "I'm sure nothing terrible will happen in the slightest!" The boy jinxed his own journey, thoughtlessly slamming the fine wooden doors on his way out.

Maggie let out a massive sigh, realizing what she just did was totally insane. "Be safe, sweetheart... Annnd he stole my cigarette case.... And my visa..." She groaned out loud while patting down her suit, knowing that hug was too much, even for her bizzare son.