Silk Street Cafe

Bardon didn't know why he continued to follow the girl after he lead them away from the spot. He planned to simply leave after that incident but... somehow he got dragged along for her shopping trip. He remained staotic for the most part, offering an apologetic smile when she complained toward both he and the boy for not helping. He would have but she seemed very reserved around him, so he thought it best to let her have her space for now and put up with the little insults for the time being.

Sitting down at the cafe, she said she would demand answers from him once she was finished. The surgeon wasn't sure he'd really have the time to wait around that long though, but he'd at least try to indulge her curiosity for the time being. Who knows, maybe she could help him find the person he was looking for. It was while he was waiting that the boy decided to go and do something rather stupid.

Apparently ignoring Bardon's earlier warning about keeping his powers concealed, he went and knocked one of the customers out after they made a rude gesture toward the girl they had been accompanying. He even decided to go further by loudly saying "Sir? Are you okay?" drawing the attention of the entire cafe.

"Oh my gosh, is he alright?" "Should somebody call a doctor?"

Bardon mentally cursed as he heard that. Doctors, healers from the Following. They were the last kind of people he wanted to run into. Standing from his chair he spoke loudly over the crowd. "No need. Let me through. I'm a healer. Let me see him." He said, both pushing through the crowd and trying to calm them back down again. He reach the boy and his victim. Taking the man off the boys hand he rested him down on the floor to examine him. While he lay the man out he whispered to the boy. "What do you think you are doing!? Did I not tell you that you shouldn't use your powers in public?"

~ In Finitor... ~

The mission was a success it seemed. The corrupted priest had been taken down and now he would be arrested and The Following would lose one more supporter for they're sinister plans. He couldn't help but find it all funny, taking it in as he walked as a now normal person. He always found it strange that whenever he did a mission, someone covered up his appearance and made sure not to let anyone know that it was he who was The Pressure. He didn't really mind so much if it wasn't for the fact no one but The Following's own had elites had that kind of power. In a way, he felt watched for some reason. Being an experienced Gifted at this point in time, he was able to hide his unusual presence away and make him seem more then normal. Other people who had abilities never suspected him as a Gifted because of this, but it left something else to those who were also experienced. A second layer of sorts. A second layer made from some unusual source. Of course, this could be entirely related to something else, for he only had met three people in his entire life who could do this, and all of them were The Chaotic's three elites. It was clear to Andrew that now rumors of The Pressure and his recent dirty job would be spreading around the city like mad, along with The Following looking out for anyone who claimed that title as they're own. It didn't worry him though, he knew no one was stupid enough to actually claim that title unless they were suicidal.

~ * * * ~

Silk Street Cafe came into sight. Known for being settled on the well-known Silk Street, this Cafe was known for employing mostly young women into they're home and rarely you would find a guy or two able to get a job there. He didn't know whether this was fact or just rumor, but he was about to find out it seemed. It has become well known recently for doing good business among the younger generations. Coincidentally, it sat right next to the Tiffani's Sweets and Pastries, a competition perhaps? Walking into the Cafe, he looked around quietly as he saw a scene going on. It seems that someone had mysteriously fainted and no one could explain why. He rose a brow as he began to walk forward, but then he was roughly grabbed on the shoulder and pulled back by some weird-looking retarded smelling jackass.

"Hey now, where do you think your going?" The yellow spiky haired punk seemed to ask, holding the man roughly by his shoulder as three others surrounded him. "This here's a scene that involved our buddy, and I don't think we want strangers coming in and making more of a mess." He told Andrew, which was strange. Andrew The Pressure, however, seemed to recognize them as part of a local gang that had been founded recently - The Yellow-Bellies. What the hell, he knew worse. They were made entirely of humans, and have since they're founding gone out of they're way to cause havoc upon civilians. Of course, to The Chaotic, they had heard from The Following that they were allowing this little gang to cause trouble in order to buy them more time and to divert attention from themselves. Selfish pricks, they already had a corrupted priest scene to use, but using a gang to make trouble so that they could make experiments a little longer? It disgusted him.

"I had no intentions of causing trouble." Andrew admitted to them.

"Eh? Then why did you dye your hair purple, or make your eyes that color, eh? No one normal would dare be seen walking around like that!" The apparent leader of the three commented, making the other two chuckled with a bit of 'hur' and 'derp' somewhere in the middle. He swore he heard it said twice. "You see, kid, we likes to do what we wantz." The fattest of the three said, tapping his belly lightly as he gave off a smirk at this, while the other two chuckled in hushed whispers. "We gets some huneys, we go where we wantz, and best of all, we likez a free meal on tup of tat! So if ya dun't mindz, we got some of those to getz." The three now were in a conjoined chuckle that seemed to sound like two bears mating. At least, to him it did, to others it was normal most likely.

"I am truly sorry this happened to one of your own, but..." Andrew tried to start.

"Eh? Your sorry?!" The yellow-spiked man spoke again. "You trying to show me pity, boy?! I don't need pity from anyone, ya heard?!" With that, his fist aimed for Andrew's face, ready to pummel it into --

It stopped as the two felt themselves panic at that moment, Andrew swore they just shat themselves. But his elbow had seemed to 'lightly' connect with the yellow-haired man's guts, and pulling it away, the yellow-haired man nearly collapsed, finding a table to keep himself on his knees and cough into his arm. "Holy crap!" The fatter one said, finally sounding normal.

"I advise you gentlemen leave. You don't seem... To want to do anything nice for these young people here." People looked at him for a moment as they heard him say this, thinking he must of wanted to die. But instead, the two helped the yellow-haired one up as he continued to cough on occasion.

"Okay, okay... Fine... You win.... We'll leave." And they headed for the door, but not before stopping by Andrew for a quick three-seconds. "Watch yer ass from here, punk." And then, they were out the door.

"So... A table open I can use to order from?" Andrew asked as if nothing had just happened. He leaned his back against a wall as the mood seemed to quickly change suddenly. People were more... Happy now. With the three gone and out of the Cafe, the people here were able to get along again, resume they're dates or just in general continue to chat with they're friends. He honestly liked it when he heard someone laugh.

((Great thundorz and I role-played this together so that's why I'm talking for Andrew in this post. :)))

Silk Street Cafe

Mrs. Gilbert the manager stared at the purple haired man in awe. He'd chased away their most bothersome customers in a matter of minutes. Wiping her hands on her apron, the plump woman quickly raced towards the young man.

"So... A table open I can use to order from?" the man asked, leaning against a wall. The manager approached him and held his right hand in both of hers.

"Thank you so much for taking care of those men. We were always too afraid to approach them. They were constantly harassing our waitresses - especially our lovely Aura," she sighed. Then, beaming, she continued, "You have our eternal gratitude, young man. Free meals for life!"

Andrew raised a brow - Aura. Sounds like a Gifted. "Aura?" he asked.

"Ah, people do react strangely when we call her Aura. It's our nickname for her," she explained. "Her real name's Aureline. Don't worry, she's not one of those wretched Gifted. Abominations, those creatures of Discord! Anyway, it's too bad you can't meet her. She just left work. The poor girl was feeling quite sick." Looking over Andrew's shoulder, Mrs. Gilbert spotted a slither of pink. "There she is! The long haired beauty over there, honey. Why don't you go tell Aura-dear about how you selflessly took care of those boys? You won't miss her. She's the one with the almost white, pinkish hair in our adorable Silk Street Cafe dress." The manager gave Andrew a wink - as if to say there's your chance, young, handsome bachelor.

Andrew nodded as he smiled at her. "I'll hold you to that free meals for life thing!" he said before racing out the door of the cafe to run after the girl who was Aura. Andrew called out her name as he neared her, his feet chasing the ground - until he slammed right into the pink haired girl, sending them both tumbling to the ground.

Aureline had been telling Kiren she stayed in Porta Animas because this was where she'd lived all her life and she didn't see any reason to leave. It was fun and she'd never been caught - when a fury of purple crashed into her. She heard a thump but felt no pain. Disorientated, she looked around. What just happened? Unaware, she was sitting on a young man with purple eyes.

Raising a brow, Andrew observed her closely. "You know, if you wanted me, you could have simply asked me to dinner."

Surprised, Aureline quickly climbed off of him, brushing her skirts and running her fingers through her surprisingly unfazed hair. The purple eyed boy had strange emotions - they were chaotic and unreadable. None of her abilities were working as they should today. Maybe it wasn't everyone else, maybe it was her. Maybe Aureline was dying. "You ran into me. Clearly, you're quite desperate," she mused, crossing her arms.

"Desperate? If I was desperate, I'd be kissing you right now. But since that's too fast, I'll settle for close encounters - if you get me."

Rolling her eyes, Aureline turned to walk away. "If you're quite done with your script, I'd like to get on with my life. It was nice meeting you. May we never meet again."

Andrew cocked his head to the side. "Oh I don't think so," he said and Aureline's feet felt heavier. "You are going to apologize for attempted sexual assault."

Aureline couldn't walk away - it was strange. The man was strange. She glared at him - sending waves of red danger into him. You don't want me, she thought. You don't want to make me angry. "Sexual assault?" she asked coldly. "I'm afraid you have it backwards. I will not apologise to you."

Andrew shoved the emotions she threw at him away. "You will apolgoize to me. I have nothing to apologize for. You are the one who should look when others are coming and trying to talk to you because they just saved the place you worked at from three dumbass guys!"

"I can take care of myself," she said monotonously. She was not moved by his show of anger. She wrapped herself in a wall, sealing herself in blessed apathy. If she'd wanted the three men dead, they would've been. Aureline simply and honestly - did not care. "You probably have more of a harassment record than the three of them combined."

Andrew felt his eye twitch at this. "Maybe I should of been the one who did the butt smacking. I mean, I would be out of it, sure, but it'd be worth it. You have that thing sticking out so noticably in the pubic, it's not hard to believe why so many goons do there! Buns of joy... Wait -- ew, forget that."

Gawking at him, Aureline pressed two fingers to her temples. The guy was weird. "Yeah, okay. What do you want?"

Andrew sighed and released his hold on her. "I was told to find you by your manager. She told me that you were sick... You don't look sick though to me." He observed.

Aureline felt as if she could walk away again, as if a pressure had been lifted from her. Strange. "I'm sick if I say I'm sick. My manager's just convinced I need to marry and that if I don't do it soon, I'll be too old and wrinkly for anyone to want me," she explained, somewhat bored. "Well, I'm not marrying you. So you can just run along now."

Andrew laughed at this. "Like I'd marry your sorry ass! I bet it isn't though... It probably looks great." He put an arm around her shoulders though and moved to her side as he started to walk. "Well... As long as we're talking about marriage and such... How about a date?" he asked with a grin.

Aureline pulled away - the annoying male was persistent. God, she hated men. "No," she replied with a finality to her words.

Andrew stopped and the pressure returned - heavier - it weighed down her entire body. "Come again?" he asked, acting as if he hadn't heard her.

Feeling like her feet were going to crumble beneath her, Aureline wondered if she was malfunctioning. "I said 'no.'" She refused to budge, forcing herself upright.

Andrew rose his brows and turned around to face her. "Are you okay?" he asked, increasing the pressure a little further. Son of a bitch... She's strange, but good god... What willpower. If she can withstand the next increase, she's inhuman! he thought.

A mountain sat on Aureline's head, she felt like every inch of her was breaking apart. The pain of standing was excruciating. She ground her teeth, refusing to be forced down to her knees. What's wrong with me? Is it Kiren? Then she felt a jolt of emotion from the purple haired boy. It was pure and all-encompassing. Awe. "Stop," she commanded - still standing.

Andrew quickly stopped and rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her as he kept her close to him. He let her lean on him as he checked to see if he had done anything permanent. Aureline crumbled to the ground - her muscles felt like pudding and her bones didn't seem to work properly. "What the hell are you?" she breathed, panting slightly from the effort it had taken her to remain upright.

Andrew furrowed his brows as he heard her say this. "I'm just a regular guy..." he said, keeping her head on his chest as he kept his arms around her. Oh god, oh god, oh god! No! Damn it, I wanted the pretty lady to not die! Come on, let the hot girl live! DAMN IT, LIVE! I JUST WANTED SOMETHING TO EAT WITH HER! Please tell me she's going to make it -- tell me, TELL ME! Oh god. I screwed up this time. I hurt someone pretty!

Pulling away, Aureline felt a strange tingling throughout her body. It certainly was not the young man this time for he was too busy panicking over god knew what. She stood, suddenly fine again. "Of course you're a regular guy. Well, 'regular guy,' if you don't mind, I'm somewhat busy."

"Um... Look, I... How about I pay for the meal, huh? Please..." he whispered the last word, seeming not to have noticed he'd had said it.

"Fine," she grumbled, knowing he'd use that strange trick of his to stop her from moving if she didn't comply. She glanced at Kiren and the veined man. "You two coming?"

"Sorry, this reservation is only meant for two... Come and find us, if you get there in ten minutes or more, you can pay for your own damn meals," the young man said as he wrapped his arms around Aureline.

They vanished.