Toad
Toad stretched, yawned and then threw a rock at the rat nosing around his bag.
"Sod off, yew."
The large black rat scuttled off into the dark of the sewer, and Toad yawned again, mouth stretching in an almost obscene flex. The coiled serpentine tongue lay neatly in the back of his throat, retracted for the moment. He smacked his lips noisily and then dragged his bag to him, rummaging through it for his cigarettes. Closing his eyes against the harsh bright flame of the lighter as he lit one, then putting the lighter away and smoking quietly.
He really needed to get out of the sewers. Wondering absently what the rest of the Brotherhood were doing these days. He knew Sabretooth had survived, seen him in a bar then turned around and ran straight back out, jumping over buildings to make sure he lost the vicious mutant. Mystique he was more then damn sure was alright. Magneto had escaped, he knew that...
And Toad was living in sewers and hiding out from the norms. Again. Damn, but this shite was old. Old as time and dank like the sewer he was living in. Stank. He stank, just from passing through them. He heard a noise and jumped soundlessly to stick to the roof of the sewer, bag stuck to the roof with a quick spit and extendible bo staff expanding in his hands silently as the cigarette extinguished itself in a pool of...something. A hurried movement below him and a flicker of movement accompanied by the rasp of scales. He relaxed and dropped to the ground.
"Jist yew, Slither?"
"Jussssst me," the other mutant hissed through snake-like fangs, poison gleaming amber wetly from their points.
The scaled girl smiled at him, her nude head gleaming as he relit his cigarette.
"So, where yer 'urrying off tew then?" Toad asked as he offered her a light for her own cigarette.
"There'sssss hunterssssss in the tunnelssss," she said, faintly glowing eyes looking worried.
"I'd ssssugesssst moving for a few daysssss. I am."
Toad nodded, retracting his bo staff after he used it to hook his bag off the roof. It came free with a slight sucking sound as he put it on his back.
"Thanks fer the 'eads up. Where yew going?"
"A man wantsssss to pay for my sssservicessss for a few weekkssss," she hissed, forked tongue flickering out to taste the air, flattened slitted nose not used for that anymore.
Toad croaked a laugh.
"Look after yewself, ducks. Not playing with the rough trade, are yew?"
She snickered along with him, fangs gleaming.
"I can alwayssss bite him, Toad."
"Yew can do that, yew smart bitch yew."
She waved to him slightly and undualated down the tunnel, disappearing into the darkness. Toad chuckled to himself and shifted his bag slightly on his back as he stuck the bo staff, now a rod about five centimeters in diameter and ten centimeters in length back into its loop on his belt. Hunters, eh? Better clear out for a bit then.
Maybe, just maybe, Magneto was hanging around New York. He'd head back that way for a month or so, wait for the chaos to die down around here.