Ridiculous. The entire scenario was ridiculous. Ahri’s powers? Though Alexander knew that Erick wasn’t on drugs, he could see where their newfound friend would get that impression. It was a crazy thing to suggest that someone they had just met happened to have the same powers they did. He was about to say something, before two things happened, in rapid succession.

First, one of their fellow cafe-goers mentioned League. Loudly, wanting to be heard by the cafe. Alex looked at Erick, who gave a knowing nod. Alex sighed, “[color=#00998e]Of course you’re right. Why wouldn’t you be right?[/color]” Erick nodded again, and Alex looked around to observe the cafe, wondering which ones had powers, and which powers they had.

Then, almost more significantly, a man stumbled into the cafe. A bleeding lump of a man, who almost immediately crumpled to the floor. One of the first people to respond, Alex was to his feet in seconds, and got to the body right behind the woman who had been sitting beside him moments before. As more people crowded around, Alex took a step back, standing outside the circle around the body, watching with morbid interest as the man died. He was sick to his stomach. He'd never been able to handle the site of blood, not [i]real[/i] blood. But he'd felt a strong need to see if there were anyway he could assist the dying man. Looking away from the scene, he glanced over his shoulder at Erick, who was still at the table, who hadn’t yet moved a muscle.

Erick watched the others rush to the door of the cafe, watched as his friend joined them. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew: knew that the man was dead. And for that reason, he just sat there. He was thinking, considering all the various things that had happened so far that day. All the power of the emperor, and yet he had no control over the situation. Though he wouldn’t admit it aloud, he wished he had Ezreal’s powers, like Alexander did. At least then, he could move himself far, far away from the problems at hand. And there were many.

He looked up to regard the man who mentioned that it wasn’t everyday you saw a murder. “[color=#c49d00]Really? That’s what you choose to say? No, it’s not everyday that you a see a murder, and yes, it is rough.[/color]” He stood up now, drawing himself to his full height and shaking his head. “[color=#c49d00]And now, we get the honor of sitting around here, with a dead, [i]still-bleeding[/i] body until the cops get here so we can all give statements.[/color]” He walked over to the door and put a hand on the shoulder of Alexander, who looked up at his friend. “[color=#c49d00]After the cops get here, we’ll go to your place. There’s more room than at mine, and whoever else wants to come, they’re welcome to.[/color]” He said, gesturing to the others near the body.

Alex nodded.

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