Saren's first indicator that his day would end badly was the sirens. He had barely made it half a block towards the two gifted in the street before they began to blare. Instantly Saren's paranoia level increased ten fold. Reaching out even further with his mind Saren sensed a great many gifted all with thoughts of eqaulity, peace, and more than a little frustration and fear. Saren knew about such groups. Several gifted had tried such a protest in his own small town only to be attacked by a mob. in the violence that had insued the 16 gifted involved were all jailed, several had receavied life threatening injuries, but none of the humans had been charged. You didn't have to be psychic to tell that this situation was about to turn sour quick. Pittying the protestors Saren quickly made for a near by abandoned building, having lost sight of the two gifted he had hoped to ask directions from.
Best perk of being psyhic? Instant door key thanks to telekinesis. pressing his hand to the lock and focusing for a moment the lock click and Saren quickly slipped inside. Moving over to a window Saren looked out side to find the situation rapidly deteriorating. as he had suspected the police seemed to have begun blocking of all the streets around the protest. Even worse was the sight of a mob attempting to attack a young women in the middle of the street. Before Saren could even think to help a young guy rushs out and safely removes her from the mob before dissappering back into the building one block down on the other side of the street.
Wonderful. First day in town and not only does he get trapped in the slums due to the protestors and the riot police he also narrowly avoids an angry mob. Sighing he shakes his head.
"what the hell do I do now?" he asks himself. This seemed to be a sort of hurry up and wait scenario.
With a little luck this could all blow over. That the moment of course that he notices the riot police slowly wdging towards the crowd.
"This is not good..." he mutters quite obviously to himself.
"Maybe I can calm them all down?... No, I would probably be more likely to accidently put them in a coma..."
Doom to merely watch, rather than risk making the situation worse Saren stares on with ever growing concern. Just then he spots a hooded figure heading towards the crowd.
"No no no no no. You can't be serious..." any person with even mild psychic abilities, or even sight, could tell this guy ment business in a bad way. like break your knees with a bat and spit your eye kind business. And thats when he heard the first shot. Moments later the hooded fogure became unhooded and through a fire ball right at the riot police... from ten feet in the air. At least the man had style.
After that the shit began to hit than fan in a serious way with guns and fire flying.
"Maybe they won't notice me?" Ya, cause luck has been so good this far.
Worst first day ever.