Meeting a Stranger (Closed RPG IC)

Stealing just so happened to be part of what Mike Bello loved doing under the cover of the night. The streets of New York was a dangerous place and for someone like Mike, it was a good exercise for old bones. Far away from the living center, in an old industrial center now marked to be torn down, a man in a spandex suit fought what appeared to be 10 men, armed with various close quarter combat utilities.

Mike seemingly didn't use anything besides his batons. He ducked a kick thrown at his head and a clenched fist connected with the guy's crotch, while his other hand planted the wrong end of his baton into the other guy's chin. That was not nearly enough as a third guy came charging from behind. Mike spun around with a kick that connected with the mook's lower jaw. Sweat dripped down from his forehead. He wasn't fast enough to react to a fourth guy who came from the other direction and rolled an arm around his neck. "Don't flocking touch me!" Mike elbowed the guy right under his ribs then turned and headbutted him right on his nose and busted it open.

10 minutes. It took Mike 10 whole minutes to finish dealing with the group. He kept time. He was improving, Mike was always in good shape, with plenty of exercises daily through his nightly raids on households and personal routines to keep him in top shape, but he was not a trained fighter, he never fought anyone, but in the three months since he realized he'd gained a supernatural ability, Mike had been going out and fighting mobsters with the excuse of money, but more thrilling was the fight itself. If it got hairy, Mike always used his powers to either make a clean getaway or deal with the situation, but otherwise, Mike preferred dealing with mobsters using his fists and batons. This was a way to improve himself, he had thought, and the reduced time in dealing with a gang was proof of this.

Like a scavenger, Mike collected all their wallets and siphoned all the cash he could find from them, before dumping them back on the unconscious group. He'd then started walking out of the empty lot, on his way towards more notorious deeds, the night was still fresh and Mike meant to take full advantage of the afforded time.

@nova_: @nova_: From the darkness Beyond the alleyway there had been a figure watching from the other side of the shadows. He was rather curious as to why humans always seemed to attack one another....no other species seemed to turn on one another except this one...it was strange to him to say the very least. Once the man from before had collected the last wallet, Leon floated out of the darkness but stayed in the shadows "why is it that you humans always seem to attack one, another?" he asked the man from the dark. his voice echoed strangely

@leon_dissada:

A voice made Mike stop and turn. It came from the shadows. Something or someone, it wasn't clear what or who but his voice was strange.

Leon floated out of the darkness but stayed in the shadows "why is it that you humans always seem to attack one, another?" he asked the man from the dark. his voice echoed strangely

Mike walked towards the voice. It clearly addressed him as human, anyone with a bit of common sense could guess the thing judging him from the shadows wasn't human at all, and even if he was not, Mike had no interest in finding that out. "And why do you care?"

Whatever Mike was doing was for his kids, to give them a better future, to save them from the bottom class of society, he didn't inherently care about his own body, more than he got money, in the end, that was after all his reason for living. "We have our own reasons for fighting. Some fight because they are selfish, and some fight because they have no other choice,"

@nova_: Is that so?" he asked as he looked through the dark insides of the hood at the man he was speaking to. he floated from the shadows and as he came into view he asked "which one are you exactly?" he asked him curious to his response. the one thing that always fascinated him about humans was that there kind were one of the only in the universe to war among themselves, attacking one another to better themselves and not the species as a whole and this intreauged him. Intreauged him much more so then most species did. As the moonlight became visible from behind the clouds it shined onto the Interloper and Leon had something of a space dust like glow about him "As for why i care...well lets just say i find humans to be a rather interesting species" he added as he realized he hadn't addressed that in his flash of curiosity

@leon_dissada:

“You are a very inquisitive creature,” Mike replied, not bothering to explain himself in the moment. Conventional reasoning rarely dictated actions, despite his wording. He did it for both. “What are you supposed to be, some sort of Angel?” The wings on his back and his arms gave Mike the impression he was dealing with some sort of divinity. Mike himself was not a believer of the faith, as he found God was rather useless in doing most things. If there was indeed a god, he certainly hadn’t help him anyway.

@nova_: Leon shook his head as he crossed his pale arms "that seems to be a common confusion your species has...we resemble divine beings of this world i guess...but no i am from a dememtion far from this one. Its something of a pocket dimention i suppose where my kind live" he explained as he moved closer to mike and looked at him from under his dark hood "Sadly i cannot really say for sure if there is a divine being or not, thats a mystery im sure, to most beings" he said to him and looked at the men he beat up around him

@leon_dissada:

“Cool,” Mike responded, slighly concerned as the hooded Angelic figure came closer. He turned around, “Well I haven’t all night to chat,” He said as he started walking.

Each step he took, each touch on the ground created Attraction, steps which if thr Angelic figure decided to follow him, would create an absolute force that would glue the thing, whatever it was to the ground the moment he decided to step on them.

@nova_: He went to float over but he did indeed get stuck in the foot prints. He stopped and looked down before he sighed and looked back up "well...if that's how your going to play...then so be it" he said to him as suddenly another exact copy of him imuurged from the nearby puddle and rose into the air and headed for him wail he worked on the footstep that was holding him in place, which wouldn't take him to long....this was more an ....annoyance...if anything