#!open starter

He was nearly beginning to doze off watching the few people left on the streets below pass by, when he sensed a presence close by. It made the Earl perk up, a little smile gracing his lips as he spoke.

“I wasn’t really expecting any company at this time of night.” But he didn’t necessarily mind the company either.

“How do they feel when they’re in flight? Are they happy?”

“Limited!” Focusing and casting the arte in question, she watched as it fired; Before the aim went a little off course, very nearly striking a lone passerby. She let out a little yell, waiting for the energy to dissipate before quickly making her way over to them.

Will he find the one he belongs to, or will it be someone else's? ... Pino isn't sure.

But he approaches it anyway, feeling the knot in his stomach (knowing Fake's anatomy, it's probably a literal knot) and doughy lungs gasping a little more for breath.

With a shout for his men to stand their ground, he quickly activated his ability; A red glow surrounding him, any stray bullets that came in the mafioso’s direction would be caught in the small field he’d put up.

For a bit, he remained still, but when he turned around to look, it would seem he’d put up his defense a little too late. Someone was at the alley’s entrance, their hand over a bleeding wound. His ability didn’t pause, but he stepped slightly toward the injured person.