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He laughed at the light show, "Now that was cool. Though 170 proof sounds insane. Is that normal for alcohol?" The closest he's ever gotten was beer, which seemed mild in comparison to the kind she could produce. 75% liqueur deffinetely seemed like the kind you wouldn't want to drink and could probably cleanse a wound or two.

He had nearly forgotten about the snow storm raging outside which left him huddling further under his blanket. The fire was quickly consumed by it at least.

(Ooc: sorry for the short post)

"If you must know Reaper is one of my call signs and not my name. What should I call you?"

"Alex." It was a generic enough name that most people would really be able to identify him by it. Not like he had any social media to speak of anyway. He wasn't thinking that anyone would come after him, just another face in the crowd after all. No reason for anyone to take any special interest.

"But if you are uncomfortable say the word and I will drop you off at a nearby bus stop and you will not see me again. The choice is yours."

The man had a point. He could have done any number of things at any time. But instead he's only been helpful. Alex was grateful and the offer for further help, well he should take it. His eyes swept over the room, taking into account potential weapons before letting a sigh slip from his lips.

"Alright, I guess I could use a bit more help before heading home." He shrugged his hoodie off, hesitating at the hem of his t-shirt. "So um, how are we doing this?"

To him Hades might as well had been an angel descended from heaven for his ridiculously good timing. He couldn't see it all but from the little light provided by the flashlights he saw enough. The man dispatched his attackers with barely any effort, bat tossed in his direction, for protection he supposed. Not that he needed it, the group went down before they could think to attack him again. By the end of it his mysterious savior removed the snare just as easily as he taken care of the men.

"Are you hurt? Can you walk?"

He nodded, still stunned by the turn of events, and slowly got to his feet. His attackers hadn't been smart enough to break his legs first. A miracle in and of itself.  Before he could even ask the guys name he was already walking away.

"We should leave here. Come."

He blinked, taking a moment before stumbling after the man. "W-wait, wait up!" It was kind of a pathetic, chasing after this man in the dark but he certainly didn't want to try and find he way out on his own. "Where are we going? Who are you?" Pertinent questions to be honest, he had a right to know.

With the adrenaline fading away he could begin to categorize everything that was hurt. Thankfully nothing broken, his ribs got very close, and the snare had jerked at his ankle something awful. But nothing broken. Definitely had one black eye, split lip, and his nose was bleeding too. And on top of all that lovely he could feel his stomach clench in a familar hungry way, he had spent a good amount of energy to defend himself.

Alex hadn't planned for the night to end up like this, no way would he have thought that practicing in the dead of night would garner attention. Not like this, lost in a park forest with a gang of mutant haters on his tail. The only thing on his mind was to keep running, don't look back, find the street or something, hope that a more public area would stop his pursuers from doing anything drastic. Hope that anybody who saw would intervene, he did not want to end up as the latest victim of hate crimes in the news.

He stopped, hands on his knees, gasping for air. The guys behind him were taking their sweet time catching up. He could hear one calling, "Here muty, muty, muty. Come out you little freak." Along with the rhythmic thwacking of a metal baseball bat. He couldn't help but shudder, yeah, they were definitely looking to do some harm. There would be no talking his way out of this one.

He kept running, calling on Ace as he did, the hawk forming and flying beside him. He didn't have enough in him to call on his bigger constructs, he hadn't been planning on fighting anyone today. If he had known he was fighting for his life he would have eaten as much as he could in preparation. It was then that his foot snagged on something, sending him face first into the dirt. Groaning and sitting up he was shocked to find what had grabbed his leg. A wire snare was caught and locked tightly around his ankle.

He fumbled with the wire, desperately trying to figure out the mechanism in the dark. Cold realization hit him when he saw their flashlights heading this way. This was on purpose, they had set this trap and ran him this way on purpose, hunting him like he was some dumb animal. "...Shit, shit, shit..." He quickly pulled his knife from his back pocket, standing and trying to make it look like he wasn't threatened. Above him Ace perched and waited.

When the glare of their flashlights hit his face he felt his bravery sink away. "There he is. Hey there little freak, ready to play now?" He couldn't see who was speaking, the light too bright in his eyes. "Stay away! I'm warning you!"Alex shouted back, hoping that his words would be enough and, if not, that someone might hear him and come help him.

The gang didn't seem to buy it, laughing instead as three of the five ganged up on him. The struggle was a blur to him, the first blows were havoc, his frantic knife swipes, one of the flashlights bashing him across the face. Above Ace waited for the right time before swooping in, clawing at one man's face, while Alex's knife sunk into someone's arm before being forced from his hand. Cursing and shouting followed. The two other men joined in, the second flashlight abandoned on the ground.

Alex was able to make an insect swarm to fend most of them off, "Get off of me!" It didn't last long enough. Ace's body being crushed into the ground was enough to jolt his concentration and the swarm backed off just enough for two of the men to grab him while a third whaled on his face and body. He struggled of course, slipping out of their hold every chance he got, calling on whatever small constructs he could think effective while he was being beaten. But the bat proved an effect weapon to the bird and snake bodies thrown at them.

In the back of his mind he knew that his options were dwindling. It was them or him and he was sure as hell wasn't going to die tonight. If only he could will himself to do it.

"Oh child it let's me walk on water and split the seas. Honestly though it sucks mostly because it does not turn off. When I shower the water turns into liquor for example."

He chuckled at that, "Ew, that's gross. You must get super dehydrated all the time then huh." He wasn't dumb. He's been around enough alcoholic hobos and drunk road-trippers to know a thing or two about alcohol. He got drunk once two but that was a story for another time. Still, it was an interesting power. "And it was Moses that split the sea by the way, not Jesus."

"So you could make a wood table dance?"

"Mm, no, not exactly. It's more like I can break down the wood table, turn that material in to something else, and make that dance. Oh but the wood has to be raw, no artificial stuff. Like the coffee table for example, completely useless to me. It's covered in paints and sealants, so the material is more fake than real. If it was ever real wood in the first place."he explained. He glanced down at his cereal bowl, wondering if he should make a sacrifice for the sake of example.

All in all he was happy for the class to end and to put some distance between him and Carrick. Maybe once he had some time to cool down he could think of a work around. Figure out a way to work this all to his advantage. It didn't look like it'd turn out that way, but he was adaptable. He'd survived worse, he could definitely survive annoying jerk like Carrick.

It seemed however that fate just wanted at more straw to this poor camel's back, metaphorically. Just as he was leaving the room Carrick barreled into him. Now from his point of view it seemed like the other boy was in a rush to leave and carelessly ran into him, practically throwing him face first into the floor. By the time he was sitting up, nose stinging from the face plant, Carrick was on his feet, dusting off his pants like nothing happen. Jerk didn't even apologize.

"What?"

He could hear the constructs rush forward in his head, roaring in disapproval. They didn't know better, to them all they saw from Carrick was a threat that needed to be dealt with. They've never had to deal with people like this, a situation with no out, and their aggression crashed into him like a tidal wave. "What the hell is your problem?!" He got up, not bothering to dust himself off like Carrick, hands clenched into fists.

(OOC:It's alright, it happens. Honestly things are pretty calm right now, so there's not much to react to.)

"Penny for your thoughts? Don't feel you have to stand on my account."

At the gesture to the ground he went ahead and sat across from the stranger. Mary seemed comfortable enough around him. Perhaps he wasn't so bad. And if things went south she'd be right there to defend him. Right? It was a linger question of her loyalty that made him nervous.

"I am new to this place, I recently moved here. How about you, have you been here long?"

"Not really, a few months..." No, it was longer than that. He had survived winter here. That was longer than any other place. "Well, I guess a little longer really. I moved here last summer." Not a complete lie, though it was more like he traveled here and just happened to stay. A lot has happened to keep him grounded. "So why'd you move here?" Might as well strike up a friendly talk, since it looked like he was stuck here for a while.