Alyxander carefully watched the boys. Abraham seemed to stupid to be a Gifted, and Neil seemed to be using his box of strongly smelling coffee beans as a sort of shield. "Hmm." He said simply, placing his mask over his face. "I'm still concerned, Neil. The magic in the air smells exeptionally of coffee." Alyxander's german accent was somehow amplified in the hollow mask, and his red eye glowed through the eye sockets. The skull over his face seemed to be smiling in anticipation, although the jaws had not creaked open yet, Alxander could still taste the coffee tinted magic.

"Now, before I suck every drop of illegal magic out of your scrawny bones, do you have any last words, Neil?" Alyxaner asked, still breathing in the completly rank smell of coffee and magic, which, at this point was about to make him gag. He gazed at the scrawny Neil, as the wind blew softly, pushing his hood down, revealing a shock of red hair and surprsingly, slightly pointed ears covered in peircings. Alyxander pulled back and jerked his hood over his srtange ears, then resumed his glare on Neil and Sock.

Alyxander reaered back in surprise as Neil dissapeared, his nosrtils flaring as he cast about for any magic, and not catching a whiff of any, whirling on Sock. "Unfortunatly, I didn't do anything Abraham." His voice was a threatening hiss as he looked through the grinning skull, his hands emerging fully from his cloak for the first time. The long, thin fingers were tipped with long, claw-like nails, and were hooked into what could be clas.sified as an illeagal weapon. "He seems to have the ability to evaporate, because I can't catch any whiff of magic anymore."

Alyxander redoubled his glare, his red eye narrowing into a slit, while his clouded eye remained in a slight ex
pression of surprise. "Although, I'm surprised that your friend was so quick to run away. He's smarter than I thought. Certainly, smarter than you,"Sock."" He spat, removing his mask and stowing it inside his cloak. "And I'd hate to see what your employers will think when they see this mess."

((Phail.))

BiC: Recca gasped. He'd been noticed. He felt a strange other-sort of wind. A sucking kind of wind, sucking all the magic from around him. He hadn't been expecting it, therefore making it harder to fight back. Stop it! Recca screamed to himself. He could barely make out what was going on, for the pull on his magic strengthened. And then, almost as quickly as it did so, it weakened again. The Saint was focusing his attention on somebody else. Too bad for whoever else he was now targeting, much better for Recca. He pulled away with all his strength; finally he was free and felt no more pull trying to steal his magic.

“What did you do?!” a voice yelled. A crash as boxes (and surprisingly, the smell of coffee) went everywhere.

“I didn’t do anything, Abraham,” came the smooth reply. The Saint. Recca felt rage boiling up inside of him. “He seems to have the ability to evaporate, because I can’t catch a whiff of his magic anymore.” Good for him, whoever he is Recca thought bitterly. At least he could get away. Recca’s “Gifts” on the other hand, were extremely hard to control and made him an easy-to-spot Gifted person. He even admitted the fact to himself; he stuck out everywhere he went. Saints would always find him. Sucks to be me he thought, still annoyed and angry at everything that was happening. Guess I’ll have to deal with it, though. No sense in wishing that his “Gift” (or curse, more like) was different. Wishing brought people nowhere. Actions, however, did.

Recca felt a rush of appreciation towards Abraham and—Sock, was it? Weird name. But all the same, he was grateful towards him. It was nice to know that at least to these people he wasn’t a “monster”.

Well, what now? He thought to himself. He could run for it, or he could stand his ground and fight for a while, though he’d probably end up running anyway… Ah, heck. He’d fight. He was angry and was in the mood for it. Of course this was a bit reckless of him… Okay, very reckless. But still…

“Maybe someone should hunt you. Cut your claws.”

Recca stepped forward.

“Agreed,” he said.

((There's nothing wrong with that, Night.))

Alyx widened his one eye at the sound of Recca's voice. "I've almost forgoten about you." He mused, turning slowly on his heel. The cloak swished across the pavement, and suddenly Alander rushed forwards, his hand shooting out and wrapping around Recca;s throat, earing him into a side street, with Alyx smiling wickledly.

((Before I go on, Can I add a plot twist, Night? -Wags Tail-))

Name: Ryu Anjae

Age:17

Gender:Female

Gifted, Human, Saint?: Gifted

If Gifted or Saint what device/Power?: She is Clairvoyant

Deion/picture: Ryu is quite short, even for a human and has tanned, golden skin that seems to glow in the sunlight. She has long, graceful limbs, and stands at only 5.3" tall. She has waist length silver hair and likes to wear black skinny jeans and a light blue tank top, or  demin shorts with a violet pullover over a white short-sleeved blouse. Her eyes are a striking blue.

Other: Can she have wings? o-o