Snippet #2728868

After he heard what had happened, he had a weird feeling in his head for a moment. About this intern, the distortion. None of it sounded familiar, and yet something bothered him about it.

"Do you like knowing...that you have nothing to lose once more?"

For a moment, Jax thought he heard...something. Was it his own voice, or someone elses? It felt unclear to him. But whatever it was, he needed to take a walk...or just do something to get his mind off of this.

"Hey, are you okay Jax?"

One of the others noticed something seemed off as he left the table.

"Its fine Anno. Just, going out".

Hold it, didn't Anno die....no no, he didn't. Why would I be thinking that? He was the first person who talked to me when I first arrived after all...

Assuming he had just remembered one of the original orphans he grew up with at another orphanage, Jax steeled his decision and decided to leave the room. He knew he had dreams occasionally, but the moment after he heard the news everything felt different...more intense, or maybe twisted. The moment he made it back to the room, he pulled off his nightclothes and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the clothing...no, the armor he always tended to wear, that looked like clothing, seemed to move out of the closet and wrap around him until he was dressed, with even the boots forming under his feet. Checking his knife, he immediately headed towards the window...and disappeared.

Well, disappeared was a rather strange term. In truth, he shifted between the shadows of the room and the shadow of a building nearby, looking around. He was now standing in an alley, and looked for anyone who looked like they might be a criminal or ruffian, but there was no one. After hearing what happened, Jax had the strong urge to hit something. He had driven out all the criminals in this area, but now he needed something.

"Nightsky!"

A large Black Raven appeared behind him, but it would be impossible to see for most people as it came out in it's stealth form, appearing from Jax's shadow. It's aetherflow was linked and in perfect sync with Jax's.

"Find me prey".

"Are you sure? Would it not be best to calm down?"

"Can you figure out what is going on with me to make agitated in the first place?"

"...I see your point. Very well, I will keep an eye out".

Jax then engaged his own stealth abilities, and began to hop through the shadows as quickly as he could. He did not use it excessively, but he wanted to burn off some steam. He even hopped off of a few walls, and even rooftops. To him, the city was a playground, and he was one of the few that played in it the most. The rush of the air going through him, the power of the aether held within it, the bustling of the people. Even if Jax distrusted people, he still found comfort in large groups of them. One of the reasons being it was easier to hide, but he felt it was soothing.

Eventually, he ended up stopping by one of the few adults he actually liked, an old man who ran a newpaper stall that also sold snacks and other goodies. Jax had once seen the old man throw himself inbetween a drunken father and the son that was being abused, so Jax's impression of him was rather good.

"Hey, so whats....who did this to you?"

Jax had started with a friendly tone, but noticed that there were some bruises on his chest and arms. Jax was only barely able to spot them though, even with his perception, which meant they were not poorly hidden or easily identifiable.

"Its no one to..."

"No, its not good! You are one of the few people in this world I like. Nightsky, track! We are going hunting!"

And with that command, Jax began his hunt for the people who hurt the old man.