It's All A Joke [open]

Alexander could already tell that he had made the right decision. He had some doubts at first, about escaping his shell of ignorance and self-comfort and throwing himself out into the big wide world. It had been some time since he had abandoned his "family," and he hadn't seen anything of interest yet. Well, that was until he had started hearing continuous gunfire and other miscellaneous banging and screaming. The people around him, having listened to the same thing, started to look a bit uneasy. Many of them began moving away from the offending noises. They were most likely afraid of whatever situation was happening escalating and involving them.

Alexander, on the other hand, was intrigued. He debated for a bit about whether or not he should ignore it and be on his way. He had heard and been a part of several gunfights before, and none of them ever turned out to be interesting. Getting shot at was pretty hard to enjoy. But this one? It was pretty loud. He eventually decided it was worth checking out. That much fighting most likely meant at least something was up. And if it went south? He felt confident that he'd be able to make it out alive. He didn't carry a gun on him anymore, but he figured his powers were much more potent than any firearm he could get his hands on. Guns were a thing of the past in this new world of superpowers.

Regrettably, the gunfire died down before he got there. While that meant he was significantly less likely to get shot at upon arrival, it did also mean that he missed out on the action. Still, in case something of interest would happen, he waited outside the building where he thought the noise had been coming from. He stared at the dark windows of the building from around a corner. He wasn't stupid enough to wait out in the open, and he, of course, had taken several alleys and backstreets to get there. He didn't want random people getting suspicious of someone moving towards threatening gunfire. So, after pulling on his hood to better cover his face, he waited.

There was a period of nothing happening. However, Alexander could swear he heard something coming from the building before him. Did it sound like... singing? He could swear it did. Something he could immediately identify was the sound of sirens. The police were here, and he was about to leave when they entered the building. Being caught right next to a police shootout was probably not a good idea. But, just as he was going, something amazing happened. Crash! and a window was smashed. A figure then jumped out holding a damn mallet of all things!

Alexander was immediately excited. Everything seemed to slow down. His eyes locked on to the figure launching out of the window. The only thing running through his mind was 'This is iiiiit!' To come unscathed out of a situation which made that much noise had to mean this person was far from ordinary. He could even feel it, the pull of his energy locking on to theirs. He could feel their power, and it was much higher than his. After they had escaped, he wasted no time in ducking away and following them. He, of course, didn't do it directly, instead opting to take more alleys and backstreets similar to the ones he had used to get there. There were a lot of ways to get somewhere in a clustered city, after all.

Even after breaking sight, he could still feel them. He could feel a deep throbbing, partly because of his pull towards them and partly because of his excitement. He could finally see a glimpse into the world he so greatly wished to be a part of. He didn't even stop to think that catching up to someone currently fleeing and who he had no chance of even scratching was a good idea. All he cared about was meeting them. After a bit, he could finally feel himself getting close to them. They appeared to be slowing down, and he wasn't sure why. Perhaps they thought they got away? Maybe they sensed him? He wasn't sure, and he didn't particularly care. Excitement was the only thing he felt as he sped around the last corner to meet them, a full grin plastered on his face. He stopped in his tracks as they came into view.

"Hmmm"

After seeing his "target" make their escape into an apparently abandoned warehouse, Alexander paused. He thought for a moment. His target had fled into a dark and spooky looking warehouse where there would likely be little visibility. That sounded like a very optimal location for killing him. But then again, if they didn't want him to follow them, couldn't they have easily escaped? At least, he assumed they were strong enough to outrun him with ease if they tried. Judging from their "tussle" with... whoever it was who had that many guns, they didn't seem like they cared about stealth. They could have taken a short pause to dispatch him and then continued running. So, they seemed like they didn't want to kill him, probably... hopefully.

As he then approached the warehouse, he briefly entertained the thought that this may just be their hideout. Maybe they hadn't noticed him following them? He quickly decided that this most likely wasn't the case. He had a bit of power of his own, but... maybe they were so far beyond his power they just didn't pick up on him? Was he as insignificant to them as any schmuck on the street? He decided, or at least, he hoped that this wasn't the case. That would, after all, be quite dream-shattering. He had seen them crash through a window into the building, and he wondered if they just had a thing about windows. If they could jump and break through a window, couldn't they have busted the door? Maybe they didn't want to? Alexander shrugged to himself.

Standing before the door, Alexander would look at the door, and then at the broken window. After a moment of thinking, he decided that he wasn't a window person. His target most likely didn't care about the door anyway. This place probably wasn't their hideout, as it looked like crap. Alexander would raise his right arm, palm open and fingers slightly curled. Varying shades of red energy would bubble up from within him, flowing across his body and collecting on the palm of his hand. With one mental command, 'Malefic Stream!', an erratic streak of red would shoot from his palm, tearing the door into splinters. It would be surprisingly quiet for how violent it was. There would be no Bang! of impact or sound of cracking wood. There would only be a small flash of red, and then most of the door was gone, the rest clattering to the floor with relative softness.

Alexander didn't have to shout a command in his head every time he wanted to use a... "spell" he supposed he should call it. He just found it somewhat easier to control his spells when he did so. He assumed it had something to do with putting his will into it or the comfort the sense of control it gave him brought. Either way, it just felt better, so he did it. It also made sure that he didn't hit anything else. He just wanted the door gone; he didn't want to rip a hole in the building. And with that out of the way, Alexander would walk into the building. And the first thing he saw was... nothing. It was pretty dark. But then, suddenly, he heard singing again. This time, he was close enough to know that the voice was female. Well, the first part was singing, the next was a question.

"Uhh, no?"

'Oh great, that probably sounded intelligent.' Alexander thought... sarcastically. Whelp, he was here now. He couldn't see his target, but they most probably could see him just fine. Now that he was over the rush of chasing them, he started feeling... awkward? He didn't know how to address someone who could probably annihilate him at less than a moment's notice. After a short, somewhat awkward silence, he guessed he should... say something else? He thought to himself on what that something should be. Oh, he thought of something.

"I mean you no... harm?

Alexander would somewhat trail off at the end of that sentence as he realized how stupid it potentially sounded. Ha! He wouldn't be able to harm them if he wanted to. 'Well, way to introduce yourself. Let's hope they're nice... and don't murder you.' Alexander would look around as best he could. He checked the ground, the walls, the ceiling. He couldn't see much of anything, and he doubted he would unless they wanted him to. Their energy was everywhere, so he couldn't use that to pinpoint them. So, he elected to wait for more... somewhat awkward silence, choosing not to speak and potentially make himself sound more stupid than he was.

Alexander would take a deep breath. There was no reason for him to act like this. Sure, this was new to him, but that didn't mean it was that different. Ne needed to calm down, as there was no need to get so carried away in his excitement. Sure, the person behind him could potentially kill him at a moment's notice. However, he wasn't a stranger to situations like these. The situation wasn't necessarily dangerous; he just had to show them that he wasn't an enemy. He needed to act natural. He rolled his shoulders and gave a long exhale. 'Try to be cool, just try to be cool.' Alexander would raise his hands to gesture that he didn't attend to fight. He would then slowly turn around to face the woman addressing him, lowering his hands as he did.

A descending whistle would escape from Alexander's mouth. He would stand there completely still for a moment as he too seized the other's... qualities. He liked what he saw. He didn't even care that the woman before him was holding a giant mallet. It just added to her outlandish charm. She looked unusual, but he liked unusual a lot. He considered himself lucky. Here stood the first interesting supernatural phenomenon that he saw with his own two eyes, and she was damn hot too. He didn't mind that she could snuff out his life in an instant, he liked strong women anyways. People who couldn't do anything on their own annoyed him. Figuring he should make a polite introduction, he would slowly move to take off his hood.

"Sorry for... intruding. I'm not with any goons. I'm just someone trying to... escape a mundane life."

Now that the lights were on, Alexander would take a look around him. After a thorough inspection, his suspicions were confirmed. It was just another dull, dusty warehouse. He wondered why she had chosen to hide out here. Did she have no other base of operations? Then he remembered that she probably ducked into here because he was following her. She may also be like him, moving from place to place, just looking for a bit of excitement. She seemed like the type to do such a thing. The more he thought about it, the more he liked her. She was more than worth having as a friend, if such was possible. To do that, he had to make a good impression. After some thinking, he chose his next response.

"I was just walking around when I heard some commotion. You seemed interesting, so I followed you. You do this kind of thing often? Seems... like it could be fun. The name's Alexander, Alexander William. May I have yours?"

Watching her as she approached, Alexander didn't have much trouble catching her mallet. It was hefty, but he was strong. After eyeing it a bit, he lifted it, moving it back and forth to see how it felt. It was an unusual weapon, especially for someone of her build. That said, he liked its heft. It made the weapon feel powerful. Just from holding the weapon he could tell that it had a very satisfying impact. That said, weapons, in general, weren't really his thing. He tended to rely more on his powers. He views that using only himself was simply more reliable. One can gauge how much they can do much better than what a weapon can do. This made him more consistent and focused, not relying on outside factors to help him fight. In his mind, it made him stronger.

Alexander would watch her closely as she circled him. As she examined him, he examined her just as much. However, his gaze, while it did contain desire, wasn't filled entirely with it. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she appeared to follow a rhythm that he could not hear. She seemed... free, and he found this attractive. She didn't seem the type to care what others thought about her. She followed her own rhythm, deaf to the judgment of the world around her. He too wanted to be free. He wanted to make his own path, follow his own rules, and do whatever he wanted without fear of being struck down. This is why he wanted, no, needed to become stronger. He needed power if he wanted to mean anything in this world.

"Hey, not to brag, but I'm far from normal."

As Alexander said this, he would strike a pose, lifting his left arm to his side while still resting her hammer on his right shoulder. He would channel his Malefic Energy through his body, creating small sparks of red to course over him. This energy would flow to his left hand, collecting above his palm in the middle of his curled fingers. An unstable red sphere would spawn, it too moving to its own rhythm. It would occasionally twitch and warp, never quite becoming a perfect sphere. It would give off a faint, sickly red glow, which too would flicker and change whenever the orb in his palm moved. His energy felt neither good nor evil, but what it did feel was dangerous. It represented nothing but pure destruction. It held no benevolence or malice, only power.

With how close her face was, she'd probably couldn't even see this orb of destructive energy unless she turned her head. However, even without seeing it, he knew she could feel it. With how unstable his energy was, it tended to broadcast very well. Because of this, he did his best to keep its energy confined to their immediate surroundings. However, he knew he couldn't keep this up for long. Soon after he had formed his orb of energy, he started recalling it, causing it to crackle and fizz out. However, his point was made. Even if he wasn't that strong yet, he was still proud that his energy was rather unique, or so at least he thought. Focusing on the face an inch from his own, a large grin would form on his face as he spoke.

"I want to escape from boredom. I want to feel free, to do what I want, to have fun! You understand how boring a life without power can be? You constantly live either hiding, afraid, or both, the potential of death around every corner. I want to surpass that, to gain power, to be able to do as I please. I want to stop being afraid to let loose and enjoy myself however I want."

After a moment of thought, he'd add "Jenny... I like it, it fits you."