Alyxander snapped the jaw of his device shut as a wind stirred a person, and only that person, across the street. His red-orange eye seemed to send out a spotlight, focusing on the boy with the dreadfully messy hair. Alyxander reached up and pulled off his mask, revealing a pale, handsome face with the right side marred by two large rips, that tore into the eye and paled and clouded it. Alyxander swept through the crowd, towards the boy, whose wind seemed to have died down.

He merged into the crowd near him, his cloak wrapped around his tall figure. Tension pulled at the air around the boy as he got behind the boy, who was only a few inches shorter than him. Alyxander moved through the crowd until he was directly behind the boy, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the crowd in front of him. "Hello," He said softly leaning over the boy. His voice was decivingly soft and gentle, and could have belonged to any person from German descent, owing to the slight accent that one word carried.

"How are you enjoying Kismet, young Gifted?" He smiled wickedly, revealing teeth with over long and sharp canines as Alyxander pulled his device out of his cloak and slipped it on his head, his feirce red eye glaring from the right hollowed out socket. With a slight creak and a click, the jaw shuddered open, creating a vacuum that sucked the magic almost gently with the mouth only about an inch open, as the slight laugh the Saint gave off echoed in the hollow skull.

"I'm Peter", Malachai lied. "You look firmiliar. Do I know you?" As a matter of fact, he had seen them in animal shapes more than once from afar, but couldn't truly tell which one was which. What were their names? Saayan? Saaya? and the other, Naaya? The only thing he was sure of was which one feline and which avian. The one on the left's eyes were narrowed into slits and distinctly like a cats. He addressed her with a wicked smile. Although he was very nice and usually friendly, he loved to tease. "Do you, by any chance, have a cat? A lion perhaps? Or maybe a leopard....Yes, that would suit you quite nicely." He turned to the other, and his voice softened. "And you a bird?", the smirk gone from his face.

((Wait a sec. Why is Rachel noticing Malachai?))

Cause he doesn't have dreadfully messy hair and a german accent. I think.

Alyxander's nostrils flared as the strong smell of coffee washed over him, making him cough. Turning slightly, his good eye catching the two morons from the coffee house down the street, both carrying a stack of boxes. "Hmmph. All the freaks are out today, human or Gifted, hmm?" He sneered, the jaw of the skull increasing the vacuum, and Alyx felt a slight change in the magic that was coming in. Some seemed to be coming from one of the two moving closer. Alyxander licked his lips, the jaw creaking shut. He slipped off the mask, smiling creepily at Recca before sweeping around, tucking the mask into his cloak. "Hello, Abraham, Neil." He said, his yellow eye seeming surprised, as the two marks that marred his face pulled down the lower lid of his left eye, the beaded earrings clicking against his face.

"Neil, I was...fixing that boy over htere when I coufght the delightful scent of coffe through my mask. Care to tell me if that was you, or your bumbling friend here that caught my...specific attention?" The smell of coffee and magic hung in the air, as the crowd flowed around the tall Saint.