Braving the crowds. (Open to all)

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"So many people... how is it even possible? It's only the morning, too! I hate crowds..."

Aran ducked low, trying to avoid the people as best he could. They were EVERYWHERE. On the streets, in cars, in windows, on bikes... it was freaking him out. He didn't like crowds, they could trample him when they stampeded, someone could pick-pocket him, stealing what little he had. He had come to the city to buy food, and to maybe get out of his solitude for a little while. He regretted it now.

"A park might have less people, but where would I find one? Can't turn into Stormflight. it would draw too much attention."

Maybe there was a map somewhere? He wasn't sure.Maybe there was someone he could ask for directions? That idea was not very appealing. Maybe there was a deserted alleyway where he could turn into Stormflight. He searchedaround, trying to find a place without so many people. The cafe on the corner seemed the perfect choice. Stepping inside nervously, he sat in a chair near the counter, for most of the booths were occupied, and the two that weren't had trash on them.

"May I take your order?"

A short, blond waitress appeared, making him jump.

"Uhh... c-c-coffee and a... a... a pancake?"

It appeared to be on the menu on the chalkboard up above... he hopedd it wasn't enormous though.

He just glared back into his faceless face. "To bad nobody can tap you. And who's to say she even likes you, there's probably some real person she likes better." He said, a slight grin on his face. Still, even though he told himself not to, he continued to press on this matter.

One froze when Arik said 'real person'. The fuck did that brat just say? One was as REAL as REAL could get. He grabbed Arik by the neck and held him up against the wall. Say that again. I DARE you.

Killian saw waht was about to happen and stood up picking up the big fafe couch and throwing it through the window. He didnt want this kid to get hurt. Killian glared at the bot and smiled, fangs hidden.

Even as One held him to the wall, Ariks hands on his arms as if trying to push him away, he smiled. His eyes might have flicked to yellow, but the enraged robot probably wouldn't notice. "Who had you ever laid? At least I have the parts to do it. I'm preempt sure she wants someone like that to. She wants a real person. " Even if he did hear the shatter of glass, it didn't register through his head.

Aran jumped as Seika violently shook his hand. He sielently agreed with Alyssa, this hurt. This person made him nervous. He couldn't help raising an eye at the robot, who was talking about kissing people.

"Why would someone want to kiss a robot? That's just weird..."

He winced when Arik started a fight with a robot, and then winced as the robot lifted Arik of the ground. He wasn't sure who was scarier, the droid, the bold girl or the newomer who had just thrown a couch through a window. Maybe he had just met Arik, but he was okay, and Aran didn't want him getting himself killed. Concentrating, Aran became Stormflight. Although Icefire was a better fighter, Storm was faster and harder to hit. Just in case he needed to run. He tried to zap the robot with a small amount of electricity. It probably wouldn't hurt, but maybe it would prevent any injury. Or it might get Aran killed. One of the two.

One's 'code' became dominant.. Let's see if you still think I'm not real when you're DEAD! He began crushing Arik's windpipes in his grip, the clawed ends of his fingers digging into the back of his neck. The shattering of glass made his grip loosen. When he was struck by the small bolt of electricity, he dropped Arik and stepped back. He looked at his hand, blood dripping on their tips and static electricity dancing briefly in his palm. He snapped his head back up to look at Arik. Had he really tried to kill his own teammate.. His family.. One backed up..

Aran sighed with relief as the robot dropped Arik. He was for a moment, worried that Arik would die.

Why am I bothering with this? I should have just fled... sure he's cute but...

The last thought surprised Aran a little. Shifting back into his usual form he got up and looked at Arik, just to make sure he was okay. Relieved by the fact that Arik was not dead, he got up.

"You might want to get a bandage for those scratches or something."

He stepped outside into the afternoon. There were sirens in the distance, no doubt heading towards the cafe. Deciding to get provisions another time, he started walking towards the edge of the city. Once outside of it, he would morph into Stormflight and fly home.

((Aran is officially out of the rp now. Arik, I will start up a private rp soon, Alyssa, you can join as well if you so desire.))

Killian leaped to the kids side. He tapped the kid on the shoulder and said, ”You okay?"