Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161224034213/@comment-25356210-20161225000401

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Edacnik wrote: Ricky goes to a nearby coffee shop, taking it in.

He begins to contemplate. "Why are they fighting, who are they, how can I find who has these powers... Meh, that was all too much work. Why should I care what those idiots do? They can all rip eachother apart, it doesn't affect me." He looks around, then gets an mischievous smile.

Later that day, an red Ferrari with tinted windows is seen driving the streets in a hazardous manner. Asariel is standing high over the cityscape on a ledge, coat flapping in the brisk sea-wind, when he notices the Ferrari. He narrows his eyes.

'Color me crazy, but I don't think that's a normal car...' he murmurs, his bow appearing in his hands. He draws back an arrow, narrows his eyes, and fires.

Though the distance is well over a kilometer (the artificial island is nearly ten kilometers in diameter), the aim is spot-on: a moment and the car will be struck. The car is hit, and goes swerving out of control. The next moment, Asariel sees a bloodied man on the road, obviously angry and confused, as well as hurt.