[H1]Damian Alexander Ahote Mallory[/h1]

Alex was still in the inner cabin, hardly even noticing the cold snap due to him using the comfort mode on his Porta-Shield(which he really needed to find a better name for). There was also the fact that he was on his own personal laptop attempting to slay a monstrous Randy Savage Dragon in Skyrim, and getting his ass royally handed to him because the damn thing had an annoying large health bar. He let out a few muttered curses as he frantically tapped away at the keyboard, before finally throwing his hands up with a loud shout as he struck the killing blow with barely any health to spare.

"Haha, take that ya stupid little bitch. God, I hate damage sponge enemies but they're so satisfying to kill." Alex then quickly saved his game, having had enough if it for now, as well as feeling like he should socialize a bit with other people. Closing his laptop, he put it in his shoulder bag, stretched in his seat for a bit, before getting up and leaving the little area to go outside. The brisk air felt bracing, even if he couldn't feel the full effects of it, plus there was something about the movement of the ship and the smell of the sea that was just so enjoyable. Every time he took a step, he couldn't help but feel a smile pull at his face as the ground moved beneath him. This had been his first time ever on a boat, and he'd been terrified of clutching the side and hurling over the edge as his body revolted against the idea of standing on a moving surface like this, but he felt perfectly fine. Dressed in a light winter long-sleeve jacket, black jeans, and sneakers, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty as he looked at all of the much more heavier-dressed people shiver and shake as they try to warm themselves up.

Walking through the sea of chilled souls, he spotted a lone figure near the back of the back of the vessel, staring out into the ocean . . . and obviously catching her death of cold since age was wearing nothing but a skirt and a light jacket. Of course, being the kind of person he was as well as the sin of a doctor, he couldn't just leave her like that, even if she looked like the type that preferred to be alone. With that firey red hair and(as he noticed upon approach), seemingly permanent scowl on her face, she looked like the punk version of tinker bell. [i]I hope to god she isn't a telepath, or she might punch me in the balls for that thought.[/i] He shivered in fear at the thought, praying a silent prayer of protection before he took the final steps, leaning next to her on the railing.

"You're probably going to catch your death out here if that's how you plan to dress while you're here. Luckily for you, I'm basically Q in that I've got a bunch of nifty gadgets, including this little beauty right here," Alex gave the fiery haired girl a showman's grin as he pulled out a somewhat bulky looking device that seemed designed to clip on to one's belt or waistband from his backpack. It was another version of the Porta-Shield, except this one was just for comfort. He had made sure to carry two extras in case anything happened to his arm while they were here, cause without his dad, it's deadweight, and dragging around a useless piece of freezing cold metal was a situation he wanted to avoid. "Just clip it on, press the button and cold will be a thing of the past. Though just to let you know, it runs on your Meta-human energy, so you'll feel an ever so slight bit of fatigue, though given the curcunstances, you'll hardly notice. You can even keep it indefinitely if you want, as I can always make more if I need to. . . and have the time of course. Oh, my bad, I forgot to introduced myself."

Alex brought his bandaged hand down on his forehead in a face palm , to curse himself mentally for his own forgetfulness and lack of manners, only to curse himself a lot more verbally as he was painful reminded that his hand wasn't made if flesh and blood, the muted clang of flesh-covered bone against metal merely cementing his stupidity. Once he finished with a short but intense bout of cursing, he cleared his throat while still gingerly holding his head, a look if slight embarrassment as he continued to talk. "Name's Damian Alexander-Ahote Mallort, but that's a mouthful, so just call me Alex. . . and if we could just pretend what just happened, . . . never happened at all, that'd be awesome."

[@Mr Allen J]