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Post by Ayen Matthews on Apr 28, 2020 18:27:22 GMT -6
Date: May 1st, 2020 Time: Evening Location: The Razor's Edge
Ayen decided he was going to kick back and go to his favorite night club in the city, the Razor's Edge. The Razor's Edge was the best night club in the city and had local talents of all ages performing at the club. With the first floor dedicated to eating, drinking, and dancing, while the second floor was dark and dedicated to making out. Despite allowing alcoholic drinks they allowed teenagers to hang at the club making sure to card people at the bar.
Ayen entered the night club dressed in a short sleeve white shirt and blue jeans with a matching white jacket over his shirt. His hair was combed back and neat and his face was clean after a good shower back at the house. He looked around to the people in the club while coming up to the bar.
"Hey, Sam, how are you?"
Sam was a thin, short woman with long black hair and green eyes.
"Fine, Ayen, how about yourself?"
"I'm doing all right."
"What can I get ya?"
"Give me a cold one."
The lady went over and fixed a fast drink of cold ice beer and slid it over into Ayen's hand. He took the handle and had a sip of it while looking out to see if there was anyone of interest at the club.
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Post by Harlow Graves on May 2, 2020 2:26:53 GMT -6
Harlow weaved through the crowd of people, careful not to make physical contact with anyone. His hands in his pockets, and all his items of clothing hiding as much of his skin as possible. Only his Head was exposed, but he figured he could easily manage not being touched there. He finally made it to the bar and noticed a young man there. Sizing him up, he thought he could make a decent meal, but decided against it.
He was on the hunt for someone who would be mainly stationary and too preoccupied with their activities to be fully aware of his presence. The bartender was a young female and assumed she would be busy serving drinks to to the fellow patrons to bother him constantly. That was his target, and with that he settled down on an available seat. Nodded his head at her to get her attention, he politely waited for her to approach him.
"Hey, busy night huh?"
Not waiting for a response , he went on to give his order.
"Can I get a IPA and a shot of tequila please."
He smiled and waited for her to turn to retrieve his items. Trying to look normal as possible, he shot what he thought was an invisible white/silver-ish string from his neck to her's. His eyes, normally dark brown in color, now flashed the very same color as the string. He just sat there calmly, waiting for the bartender to return with his drinks.
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Post by Ayen Matthews on May 2, 2020 11:33:24 GMT -6
The lady didn't notice the string hit her neck as she went to get the man his drinks, but Ayen did. It was subtle, but failed to be too subtle. Ayen turned his attention to the man who only had his head exposed in all his clothing. Not wanting to make a scene he decided to give the man one warning via telepathic message:
'I wouldn't do that if I were you.'
Ayen had the power to stop him, but nobody knew what he was capable of. He'd have to be careful if he wanted to help, but he could always do a mind swipe of the area if this turned ugly fast.
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Post by Harlow Graves on May 2, 2020 12:43:19 GMT -6
Harlow figured he'd been slick enough to get away with his latest meal. Since his travels from New York to Metro City, he'd never got caught using his Silk Thread technique. Of course he'd never done it in a place as crowded as a club. He figured though that everyone would be too busy either focusing on drinking, dancing or trying to get lucky that he could quickly absorb the amount of life force he needed from an unsuspecting person and leave without causing a scene.
It would seem today would not go according to plan. A little after casting his Silk Thread, he was interrupted by a voice in his head. A voice that wasn't his own.
'I wouldn't do that if I were you.'
Trying to stay composed, he slowly examined the room. Everyone seemed not to notice him or his activities. Then he noticed the young man at the bar, the one he saw earlier.
Could he be the one who just spoke to me!? And spoke to me inside my head!?
Harlow closed his eyes, taking a second to collect his thoughts. As he reopened them, the thread dissolved. He still waited for his drinks, he planned to down them s soon as possible. Then he would quietly head for the exit and find his next meal elsewhere.
I still have time, no need to rush or panic yet. But that boy might be a problem, I may need to eliminate him!
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Post by Ayen Matthews on May 2, 2020 18:02:55 GMT -6
'I wouldn't do that either.'
He spoke again inside his head. The best thing about being a telepath is that you read the thoughts that were at the forefront of the mind easily. No one ever expected their thoughts to be read, and he didn't like to invade people's privacy with his abilities, but this was a special occasion. Sam came back with the man's drinks and smiled at the both.
"Sam, you have something right here."
Sam felt her neck and then pulled off the thread that was put on there earlier.
"Where did that come from?"
Ayen shrugged his shoulders, figuring it was better that she didn't know. She went over to tend to the other people at the bar as Ayen looked over to the stranger.
"Take your drinks and get out. We don't want trouble here."
This would be his last warning.
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Post by Harlow Graves on May 2, 2020 19:13:35 GMT -6
'I wouldn't do that either.'
But before he could react to that the bartender had arrived with his drinks. Now feeling flustered after having his mind invaded and his meal interrupted, Harlow turned to the young man. Almost wishing the club was deserted to kill him, Harlow retried to calm down. Noticing the man talked to the bartender in a familiar way, and hearing her name was Sam, he alerted her of the remnants of Harlow's thread.
"Take your drinks and get out. We don't want trouble here."
The young man responded to him after the bartender named Sam left their area. Harlow ignored the man for a second, took his shot of tequila. Then he chased it with a few gulps of the beer. He downed about half of the glass of beer, then turned to the young man.
"So, there are others with abilities besides myself I see. So telepathy is your power huh?"
Harlow decided to postpone his hunt for a bit and try to get answers from this man. Hopefully he could get answers without resorted to violence. But was starting to get mentally prepared if he needed to.
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Post by Ayen Matthews on May 3, 2020 8:11:22 GMT -6
Ayen kept his eyes on the man in case he tried anything, but so far he just took a few sips of his drink and ignored him. Ayen was hoping this didn't have to turn violent. He had succeeded in rescuing Sam without her even knowing it and now he was trying to get rid of the trouble before it could even start. That was when the man turned to him and spoke.
"One of them."
Ayen kept his answers simple, and leaving more questions behind with each reply. He didn't need to tell this man what all he could do. Telepathy was one of his abilities, yes, but not the only one. Combining electricity with telepathy was a powerful thing, and something he did often when he had to fight somebody. Whether they had abilities of their own or not.
"I'm not going to let you hurt anyone in this club."
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Post by Harlow Graves on May 3, 2020 13:15:46 GMT -6
Harlow replied to the man's answer with a smirk and a grunt like chuckle. He took another big gulp of his beer, making sure there was just a little left to have a reason to linger a bit longer. He put the glass down and looked at the young man, straight in the eyes.
"One of them huh? So I can assume you have more?"
Not waiting for a reply, Harlow got up suddenly. He raised his glass in a toast like manner and gulped the finally sip of beer left inside. Then he started heading for the exit, but stopped to turn briefly to the young man.
"I'm sure our paths will cross again, until then hero!"
Then he walked off to the exit, careful of not touching anyone as he did when he first entered. He still had a slight smirk on his face. Up until now, he assumed he was the only one blessed with abilities. But now there was a whole world that might be filled with others unique as himself. It made his life more exciting, and now he was filled with a new purpose. To try and discover where others like himself were and to find the reason why they existed in the first place.
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Post by Ayen Matthews on May 3, 2020 14:08:51 GMT -6
Ayen didn't say anything in return. He just took a sip from his drink. Glad to see the man left without a turn to violence. He didn't know how he felt about being called a hero. He didn't consider himself as such. Just a man trying to live a regular life. As much as having special abilities can grant you. Sam came back and smiled at him.
"Find anyone of interest?"
"Not really. Think I might call it a night."
"But it's still early."
"I like to go to bed early."
Sam shrugged her shoulders. "Suit yourself. I'm sure this party will liven up before too long."
Ayen finished his drink and paid for it before heading towards the exit. He would head home from here and hope that he never saw that man again. But his instincts told him this was only the first time their paths would cross.
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