A Stormy Night [Open]

[blazeholt]

    Just as the cold winter wind started to pick up a shadowy figure walked into The King's Crown bar. as the figure came into better light it he could see that the crowd that currently inhabited the bar was as miserable as the howling wind and snow outside. Right as blaze was about to walk into the bar a large arm comes from his left to block his path." No pets aloud inside the King's Crown." "I assume that you are referring to my service animal" Blaze replied to the large bouncer." I doubt that your service animal is a ferret, and besides you don't look like you need a service animal." Hearing this Blaze Became enraged, he suddenly ripped off his sunglasses that he had been wearing too reveal the scars over his eyes. " Does it look like I can see through these eyes" Blaze yelled furiously at the bouncer. " I am a Chaser and one of my ability's is to see through other people and animals eyes to replace my own lost vision, Now if you will excuse me I am going to proceed into the bar.

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    The moon was a pale blue tonight. Reserved, yet quite powerful in its presence. It took up a great deal of the sky tonight, and a young man's hair shone brilliantly in that light. Walking down the streets of Argi City, Sparrow took note of his surroundings. A drunkard there, some slacking college kids here...everywhere there was an opportunity for a story as well as a chance to re-write it. Opening his phone, he checked his messages and saw a reply. Messaging back, he thanked the contact for their information and proceeded to walk closer to the King's Crown, a well-respected bar that often had a less-than-respectable patronage.

    At the door, a heavily built bouncer blocked the way. It appeared to be a different man from last time, but still new to the job. With a pleasant smile the young man looked up to the guard and spoke, "Good evening, sir. What seems to be the problem?"

    With a condescending sneer, the bouncer replied, "I'm gonna need to see some ID if you wanna get in here."

    With a finger to his cheek in a thoughtful position, Sparrow spoke, "I have no intention of drinking alcohol, and I have a right to go into this bar. I have credentials if you want me to show yo-"

    An aggravated look began to take shape on the bouncer's visage as he clenched his teeth and began to interrupt the young man. Sparrow extended his fingers at his side and began to prepare for the worst. "I told you, prissy - This here place is for ADULTS ONLY. Why don't you get lost before I take a few teeth from you right now?!?"

    With a sigh, the young man rubbed his temples in slight frustration, "If you can, would you please not be so loud? It's so...uncouth nowadays. Quite honestly, your demeanor and attitude fit better at a west side strip club rather than a mahogany bar..."

    It was with that comment that the bouncer lost all patience for the boy. Clenching his fist, he took a swung at Sparrow. Like a little bird, the boy slipped around his large opponent. He had already extended his threads into the man's clothing, and caused the bouncer's body to put his arms behind his back. Due to the height difference, the young Gifted forced the man to bend lower to be face to face with the young boy. With a calm but fierce look in his red eyes, Sparrow looked at the man. "I do not think you understood what I meant - I am going into this bar, I am not going to drink alcohol, and you would do well not to obstruct the procedures of justice..."

    With that, the young boy showed a small badge from his coat pocket to identify himself. A look of shock and awe at Sparrow's apparent influence caused the bouncer to stutter. The boy's look quickly changed from grave and imposing to cheerful and forgiving, and patted the man on the face. "Now, now, then. Everyone makes mistakes," he said, "let's just be sure that one like that doesn't happen again. Does that sound good to you, sir?"

    With the man demonstrating his understanding, Sparrow released his threads from the fearful guard and walked into the bar. The bouncer got back into position, with a slight amount of shaking in his legs as he did so. Luckily no one else was behind Sparrow or near the door to notice the little encounter, and so he continued to the bar's counter and asked for a cream soda. The bartender had seen the young man in the establishment before, and nodded approvingly. Placing an amount of change on the counter as payment, Sparrow began to look around for possible sources of information. It looked to be an interesting evening...

[blazeholt]

    Just as it was starting to calm down in the bar after Blazes encounter with the bouncer there was a large thud that came front the door. Nobody else had noticed but this was not strange to Blaze, ever since he lost his eye sight his other senses have become more sensitive in order to compensate. When Blaze turned around he saw a teen walking into the bar. The young teen walked up to the bar with confidence and stood right next to Blaze. Blaze hesitated only for a moment before taking to the teen.
    " I think you are to young to be in here kid." said Blaze before taking another sip of his drink.

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    Receiving his drink from the bartender, Sparrow nodded in appreciation before turning to the voice he had heard questioning his age. Taking a sip from the rosy-colored soda, the young man turned to the slightly older man and observed. He seemed to be an experienced patron, even when appearing to be in his early twenties. The leather jacket gave the impression he preferred simple talk, not wanting to mince words. Looking at the ferret on his shoulder, the younger man smiled at the small creature. It was a cute little thing, but Sparrow doubted that it would be as thrilled to greet the human. Taking note of the man's sunglasses, he wondered if the ferret acted as a service animal for the possibly blind man. There were few other reasons Sparrow could think of to justify an animal like a ferret being allowed into a bar.

    "I don't believe I'd be restricted from drinking cream soda," the boy replied as he surveyed the other patrons of the bar, "Alcohol, I could understand, but substances like that aren't really to my liking. However, I don't believe we've met before.... Sparrow. Pleased to meet you."

    In one corner was the same mysterious figure as the last time he had visited here. Taking a mental note, he noticed the college fraternity brothers bursting into raucous laughter from their beer and questionable life decisions, harassing women who passed with cat-calls and whistles of "appreciation". Casually resting his arm on the counter, Sparrow extended one finger in the direction of the obnoxious patrons and extended one of his threads. With a quick flick and retraction, the table that held all of the men's drinks rocked slightly and knocked over all of their glasses with satisfying clinks.

    Sparrow smiled as he stirred the ice in his soda with a straw and listened to the disappointed grunts of the drunken adults. Focusing back to the conversation at hand, he turned slightly towards the questioning man and asked, "My age aside, I'm interested in why you have a ferret on your shoulder when animals aren't allowed in this establishment. Is he a service animal, perhaps?"

[blazeholt]

    The boy Looked like he was maybe about seventeen. His skin was very pale and his hair was the a snow white. it seems like he has been here before but why would the bouncer let a kid into the bar not just once but twice. "there must be a reason why he is so determined to be here." Blaze thought to himself. Just as Blaze snapped back to reality the kid gave him a response. After the kid gave Blaze an answer he Introduced himself as Sparrow. " Sparrow huh, well its nice to meet you my name is Blaze Holt." said Blaze as he extended his arm for a handshake.





    A few moments later there was a large clash of bottles colliding with each other and the floor in the far corner where the collage students were seated. when Blaze turned his attention back to the young boy he started to ask Blaze some questions regarding Blitz being a service animal. " Well you got me kid, this ferret here is Blitz he is my service animal." Said Blaze while motioning towards his trusty companion Blitz. " You see I'm blind, I lost my eyesight at a very young age but thanks to Blitz and my ability to see through other creatures eyes it is like nothing ever happened." Just before asking for another whiskey blaze proposed a question to the kid "So that's my story kid, what's yours?"

[Sparrow Wrightworth]

    "Blaze and Blitz, then...charmed. I'm certainly intrigued by your story. It seems like the Gifted are popping up left and right these days..."

    Sparrow smiled as he shook Blaze's hand. After pulling back from the handshake, the young man took note of his surroundings once again. The women who had been harassed were smiling in satisfaction, and the men left the bar in shame. The smells of brandy and rum permeated their shirts and pants, and the young man couldn't help but snicker softly at their "misfortune". Quickly returning to his conversation with Mr. Holt, Sparrow pondered how he would answer.

    "That being said, I suppose my ability could be seen as a little more...interactive than yours," the boy replied as he took another drink from his glass. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see movement from the suspicious table he had noted earlier. Apparently someone had noticed something strange about the little incident in the corner, and was now keeping careful watch of the tactician's movements. Stretching his arms out in a movement, Sparrow let out a small, false yawn and extended one of his threads. It attached to the coat the suspicious target was wearing, and quickly returned to a normal position.

    "You'll have to pardon my manners," said the young man to Blaze, "I've been working a great deal lately. I suppose you can see why I requested a soda instead of a water."

    Letting out a small laugh, he awaited Mr. Holt's response, noting the second whiskey he had ordered, as well as the future movements of his audience member in the trench coat. The mystery attendee watched the boy intently. It would appear that Sparrow would have to watch his words if he didn't want to give any advantages to his little friend in the corner.