The Global Warming Bakery, Mr. King's Bakery in Downtown Edgewater!

Argus listened until he has heard all of what Mogli saying and said: 'You are magnificent indeed, Mr Mogli King, you have erase my doubt only with an answer, now I, 'Smuglin' Argus Bones is yours to command." Than Argus bow to his new master.

Thurr

Mogli smirked, surprised at this musician’s unexpected answer, although it was not unaccepted. “Didn’t think you’d be too keen to join an organized group, what with being a musician and all that. I understand,” he started, finishing off his soda and tossing the empty can into what first appeared to be a trashcan (which would be very ironic), but was in fact a recycling bin. “Though, one less enemy and one more friend is good, too. There are too many sides and too many groups in this city, and knowing that you have one more ally is comforting. But seeming as how we’re on the subject, how is the musician thing going for you? That looks like a saxophone or a trumpet case to me; are you doing well with it?”

Mogli had never been to an actual school before, but when he had first moved to Edgewater he had noticed teenagers walking down the street to school with the same cases—they were band students. He was idly interested in instruments, though he never listened to much music: whatever was blaring on the radio in the Bakery suited him well enough.

Dan

Mogli eyed the man quite oddly for a moment, but his expression softened and he nodded. “No need to bow or anything, this isn’t a King’s Court. I am just a leader of a group of extraordinary people, though my ancestry is quite… interesting. No royal blood though, I’m afraid,” he said with a lingering smile. “But anyway, welcome to the team. I hope you’ll find the means to hone your abilities as we work to correct the wrongs here in Edgewater.”

Argus Bones has been accepted into The Greenpeace!
( PH access comes whenever one of the admins get on. )

“Any pending questions?” Mogli asked in a tone that signified that Argus could leave if he didn’t have any.

That's a relief, Xanatos thought to himself, happy that, one, King had taken his proposal with a positive attitude, and two, that it had appeared King did not have powers of invasion... surely he'd have wondered why his thoughts were so scattered.

"Well... now that I've got a few partners in crime, so to speak, findin' paying work is a lot easier. People will hire a bassist and a saxophonist moreso than just the latter. Oh... and it's a saxophone case, alright... Alto Saxophone. Ever since I was a kid, I'd heard stories about some sort of ancestor I had who played this thing all his life. Got me interested enough to give it a shot and I haven't stopped playing since.

I agree... way too many sides, far too many agendas, man. But if you ever need some third party business done... or just some entertainment here at this stylin' bakery you're running, me and my friend might be able to help. Although... I am curious...
Xanatos thought back to the many things he'd heard about what this man can do.
I have heard many rumors, but seen nothing confirmed. What is it exactly that makes you... advanced? What is it about you that makes you such a cool cat, and brings all these other dudes under your banner?"

“Sounds like music runs through your family’s blood,” Mogli said after a brief chuckle. “The only thing I got from my ancestors was knowledge of some weird Native American voodoo-like things, and of course, the mutant gene,” he continued, though breaking off and nodding to the man’s request to know of his powers. Knowing that no one besides Sarah or Lucy could just knock on the door and come as they wanted, the manager closed his laptop and moved aside, then crawling up onto his desk oddly enough and sitting there poised like a frog. Legs were bent and hands were touching the desk top, but with a knowing grin, fur began to grow on his skin.

The fur seemed to be patterned with stripes in places, and in this speedy transformation his ears began elongating, eyes growing and becoming a beady black. In this process he shrunk as well and grew a tail, and in the blink of an eye what was once Mogli King was now a pile of clothes on the desk. However, through the neck of the shirt came a meerkat, sniffing the woodwork and then looking up to Xanatos, eyes dark and glistening. Then, with another crunching sound, the meerkat flattened like a pancake on the desk, then popping up to now be a cardinal, taking off and flying around the room, chirping wildly and stopping momentarily on a couple of the plants before continuing on.

Eventually, the bird would fly into a wall to fall to the ground, and when Xanatos would eventually look around the desk, he would see a giant bass fish flapping on the ground, making a wet slapping sound as it wiggled on the ground uselessly. And of course, the fish made another transformation still, changing into a large bumblebee and buzzing around the musician’s head, as if mocking him for not having yellow and black stripes on his bottom.

The bee came startlingly close to stinging the saxophone player before flying back inside the clothes, and after a moment of awkward silence, there was a sound that could’ve been compared to a plunger being removed from a toilet bowl, a faint groaning as Mogli King returned to his human form in his clothes, panting slightly as a bead of sweat began running down his forehead. Having returned to the frog-like position, the manager stepped off the desk backwards back into his chair, sighing and opening his laptop again unenthusiastically. “They call me Genesis, servant of Mother Nature. I guess I could be referred to as a ‘cool cat’ in a way, though I’m allergic to the short-haired kind,” he informed rather whimsically. “Anything else you’d like to know?”

"No, no other matters." Said Argus as he raised. "Thanks for the courtesy that you show me, Mr. Mogli Kings, now If you please excuse me" than Argus leave the shop.