~*~ The Dark World {Rp thread!} ~*~

The teen had been a sipping a glass of refreshing water in a little, corner-table hidden by the shadows. He wasn’t one for drinking-always alert, ready to knife an assassin out to end his miserable life. He had been slightly amused by the commotion between girls and dealers. He smirked, the closest he ever got to a smile. The scum bags, he thought, referring to the men who paid others to do their dirty work. The boy was a strong believer in, “If you want something done right, do it yourself.”
He finished his drink, tossed a coin to the bar tender, and followed the girls outside, standing under the door frame: arms crossed, accompanied with a nonchalant posture. “Hey, nice ride,” he remarked, nodding towards the blue-eyed girl’s Harley Davidson.

"I was talkin' to the other one, lady. You got no business bossing me around. You have no idea who I am or what trouble you could get your pretty little self into if you insulted me. Watch who yer callin' leech." He spit on the ground, right next to Vira's feet. She's a tough one, she is, he thought privately. But I could take her on any day. He moved from his slouched, nonchalant posture to his full, impressive six feet, three inches and scowled. He stood a a grand total of four inches above his potential adversary. That should scare her off, the teen smirked to himself. Creeps any other norm, but if it don't... well.He patted the blue-tinted sword at his side that shone brilliantly in the full moon, making the already-large weapon seem very formidable.

"Nah, nah, nah," taunted the teen, making chatter motions with his right hand. This one's feisty, he decided. I like it "What's your name pretty lady?" The boy sneered when he mentioned the "forbidden" word. "I bet pretty lady doesn't have a name worth mentioning. I bet pretty lady's just a bum, scrounging around for money and food, drinking until her head's all clogged and fuzzy." He continued to taunt her, drawing his thick-bladed sword from its hilt. The prized weapon reflected the moon light as it was swung around in dizzying circles.

The boy snarled and stopped his easy-going swings. He crouched: fighting position, ready to attack. "You askin' for a fight?" he barked. "Then give it to me!" He lunged at her. The boy was no amateur. His swings were perfectly timed and his moves executed with precision.

The boy swore the worst swear word he knew, knowing he could not hit the lady unless it was her wish, and of course it wasn't. She must have a sixth sense or something, panicked the teen, swinging wildly, forced to execute his grandest moves. Only rarely did he perform these fierce swings and forgotten techniques, proving this woman was a worthy opponent. He let out a mighty roar that upset the customers inside the bar, but they were too frightened to come out. His anger out and frustration under control, he stopped swinging and held out his hand. "Name's Ike," he introduced. "You are a worthy opponent. I hope we meet again soon." He sheathed his sword and walked away, disappearing into a dark ally.

Abby had seen everything from an alley way. She was impressed with them. Abby looked around and steppped out of the alley, afraid that the gang she had encountered last week, the only thing left of that encounter was a destroyed car that had been the last the gang owned. It wasn't that she couldn't hold her own in a fight, it was that she was afraid of loosing it in a fight and blowing them up along with many of the buildings. Abby walked through the alley ways, seeking the quickest way out of the city and back to the woods and avoiding most of the taverns, fearing that her flames would blow them up. She was just passing an alley when she heard shouts from behind her. "Hey! It's the fire user that destroyed our last car! Let's get her!!! Oh confound it all... Abby thought as she cursed at being spotted. She put her groceries down and turned to the gang members, who were running at her with weapons and various tools they were using as weapons. "You should have come and got me before I got more gasoline!!!" Abby yelled as she flicked open her trusty lighter and lit it and, with a roar, a huge jet of flame was sent at the gang, throwing them back and scorching the road before them. Abby looked at the devastation she had caused, slipped her lighter up her sleeve and continued down the street.

Abby was just finishing setting the gang's headquarters on fire. "All done." said Abby, brushing her hands off and putting her lighter back into the holster she had made for it on the inside of her right wrist. She turned around and started walking away.

Ike continued down the ally. Vira. He rolled it around in his mind, repeating it over and over again. Sounded like an okay name. Suddenly, he heard a large explosion that had shook the earth and decided to investigate. As he grew closer to the source, he felt tremendously hot and surveyed skeletons of burned items. Whoever caused this mess is strong, he thought. Watch out. He drew his sword from its scabbard.
When Ike approached the site, he saw the running form of Vira. We meet again. Sooner then I expected. He picked up his pace to match the one of the newly acquainted frontrunner. "We meet again," he said, breathing hard. "I see you like explosions too?"

Abby looked over as she was extinguishing the left over flames. "Sorry. I lost it a little. These guys were coming at me so I acted without thinking and used more power then I should have." said Abby.

Ike had rolled his eyes at Vira's disapproval. Personally, he liked to blow things up: happened at least once every day with him and the gang.
"What gang?" he asked, wondering if he should declare war on a potential threat. "Sweet power by the way," complimented Ike. What was with him today?Was he sick? Ike had given, like, two compliments to complete strangers : the most he had done in many, many years!

"Hey. I've been living in the woods for years and I only come into the city when I need to buy more gas for my lighter. Beside's they started it. They shouldn't have gone up against me." said Abby, getting a headache from the sudden use of her power after so many years. "Thanks for the compliment." said Abby. "I can only control the flames. I can't create them." she said.