Why am I here? (Open)

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Richard sat at a seat in the bar, sipping a cherry Soda. The 18-year-old wore a black long sleeve shirt, blue jeans, and the same boots he wore as Nevar. He was rather off in a corner, and obviously looked like he felt a bit awkward in the setting at hand. Richard had mostly dropped in because he needed to change out of his Nevar costume, and the bar was the closest place within eye-shot, so he went into an alley way, changed and walked into the bar rather casually. Richard looked around, trying to find almost anyone to raise a conversation with, if to nothing but take his mind off things. When Richard saw a fight brewing up, he resisted the urge to barge into the fray and violently break things up. "Please let them not get any closer...." Richard thought to himself rather anxiously. He seemed to get more and more nervous as the fight drew on.

[John Alexander]

Minding his own business didn't really work for John. In fact, sometimes he wondered if he had some sort of invisible spotlight on him that made him a magnet for morons who were just spoiling for a fight. On just such an occasion, John was sitting in a bar, drinking a Sprite. His size and musculature would have warrented someone to believe that he was at least the legal drinking age, but in truth he was still a couple of years off. So, he sat and drank his pop, avoiding associating with any of the numerous shady characters in the vicinity.

Of course, the idiot who came staggering up to him had no respect for personal space. In fact, he had no respect for personal space, or the laws of physics, and as such, he came crashing into John, where he sat on his barstool. Unfortunately for that man, John was made of a bit stronger stuff than most, and the only person who fell over was the drunken hooligan. The man jumped up as quickly as his stupor would allow, and he started throwing punches. Easily catching or dodging them, John held him off with basically no effort. When he got sick of it, John hit him once on the forehead, knocking him out cold.

Then he sat back down in his chair.

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Richard whistled a bit when he watched th drunk go down in one blow. He was drunk, but still, that was an impressive move. Richard got up and tried to make his way out of the bar, as he felt awkward there. Richard ended up knocking over someone's glass in his haste to get out. When the patron got up, a large burly man, and picked up Richard by the shirt. "Geez, what's the problem, I'll pay for a new drink, gosh....." Richard said. Taking this the wrong way, the patron through him roughly onto the floor. Richard slid across the floor, into a wall, his notebook ending up at John's feet. Richard, not being one who wanted to make a scene tried to get out, but realized he had dropped his notebook. There was a lot of stuff in there that could compromise Richard's identity as Nevar, so Richard scrambled to pick it up.

[John Alexander]

John stood, resisting the urge to heave a sigh at the annoyance. Why wouldn't anyone leave him alone anymore? He just wanted to have a Sprite, and go home, but things just seemed to happen. The kid at his feet seemed about his age, but no where near his size. And this disgusting but large man had a temper problem. He stepped in front of the kid, standing toe to toe with the man. He wasn't drunk, as the other man had been, and he wasn't nearly as small, but he wasn't on the same level as John. There were very few who were.

"What, you lookin' for a beating?" the man growled. "Back off so I can wring my drink outta this idiot!"

"Try going through me instead," John said. His voice was naturally a rough baritone, but it was quiet yet still threatening.

The man swung wildly, his large fist aiming for John's jaw. Ducking, John returned the punch into the man's gut. He went down, cringing. It wasn't a strong enough punch to injure him permanently, but it was enough to keep him from coming back for more. Stepping around where the kid crouched on the floor, he continued drinking his Sprite as if nothing had happened.

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Richard got up and brushed himself off. He picked up his note book, tipped the bar tender and headed towards the door. A few patrons snickered as he went by. "Azarath, metrion, zinthos..." Richard muttered, using the telekinesis to tilt there drinks onto them. Richard realized he had drawn attention to himself and started moving towards the door faster. He hoped nothing else would hold him up. Richard half thought about thanking John. Richard shot down the idea because the man seemed to be in a rather bad mood.

[John Alexander]

John didn't even turn to watch him go, though the strange display was interesting enough. In Jump City, one never knew what they were going to encounter next. It was the greatest conglomeration of metas and non-humans on this side of the Rockies. Los Angeles was debatable. Of course, they were all technically human, but they didn't really act like it. In any case, the kid wasn't all that unusual in a city full of unusual people. A piece of hay in a haystack, in essence.

Finishing his drink, he slipped the money to the bartender and left, ignoring the strange looks that the people kept slipping him. He knew it was probably the most excitement they'd had in a very long time. The bar wasn't exactly a hot place for entertainment.

As he stepped onto the street, he looked around. It was a couple hours after dusk, and the last traces of the sun were long gone. He could walk home without risk of being killed. However, there was still the matter of the agents who were after him. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he started walking down the sidewalk.