@rejectsfate
Energy was a very fickle thing sometimes. For one, it was difficult to gauge how powerful someone was based on their energy alone, as some were pulsating with it, but had no idea how to use it, such as himself. There were others, however, truly dangerous, who could hone and mask their energy until the proper moment to strike, like a serpent beneath the brush.
This particular night, something peculiar was in the air, the sort of magic that doesn’t go unignored. He’s drawn to it, trailing its scent like a bloodhound, until he found himself at a hangar, and a man, looking rather lonesome.
“It’s a little dangerous up here, wouldn’t you reckon?” He appears seemingly out of nowhere, his voice cool and aloof but strong.
It’s not the height that scares him, but the sudden voice. The cartoon panic set in as he felt his body lurch a dozen feet forward, primed for a free fall -- it took him a long second to realize he was still in place, knuckle gripping white to the edge of the world. “Jesus fuck, I--”
His heart was racing, for what felt like the first time in forever. He felt strangely alive.
Looking over his shoulder, he sized up the stranger. Couldn’t quite wrap his head around the situation, but he’d been in stranger. Aliens. Superheroes. Lanterns. The past few months of his life had been strange, sure, but he’d always felt secondary. Part of the scenery, rather than the plot. He’d never had a stranger appear on a rooftop in the evening... threatening him? Was that what it was? “I’m not afraid of f--” he trailed off, looking back forward. “How’d you get up here?” he asked instead. It was a better opener. “How’d you get past security?”