Sightles

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Milo took on his same stoic expression, when he turned to face Maria. He took the crumpled piece of paper, impressively putting on the aura that he was not drunk. After gazing over the paper for a second, Milo nodded his head, thoughtfully, before turning around and tossing the piece of paper into the fire, "I....I should be heading to bed." Milo said, indifference in his voice, "I'll let you two hash things out." Milo added, as he began to head upstairs, but, as if forgetting something, Milo turned around and grabbed the bottle of brandy, "Goodnight." Milo mumbled, before once again turning around, and beginning his ascension up the stairs. Milo managed to find his way to his room, locking the door, and taking a swig of the brandy. The room was extremely luxurious, and unlike anything Milo had seen before.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Milo smirked, and took a sip of the brandy. "You're right, Mister Cross. A vulture does feast. It feasts on the dead and the weak." Milo replied, as his lackadaisical attitude began to come back to him. Milo leaned back in the couch, the brandy held in his hand. For a moment, Milo believed he would pass out. He hadn't drank this much since his graduation day. Milo wondered for a moment if passing out in front of such a dangerous man was really a smart move, but he was sure Alec wouldn't kill him, tonight. Alec still needed Milo, for now. Milo leaned his head back up for a second, corking the bottle as he did. "I think that's enough for one night." Milo said, as he stood up, placing the bottle above the fireplace on a mantle. Milo stood in front of the fire for a moment, letting it warm him. He was nice and toasty by now, his clothes completely dried. Milo could hear a sound coming from behind him, and turned around, seeing Maria enter the small log building. Milo smiled as he saw his Captain. He then turned to face Alec, "I'll be able to kill when the time comes."

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"Some old dead man." Milo replied, with a faint smile, turning his gaze to the roaring fire. At Alec's question, Milo shook his head. "I've come close before. Never close as a solider, but as a child." Milo replied, glancing stoically into the fire. "I grew up rough. Every once in a while, I would get a urge. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? The urge for destruction. The urge to hurt, maim, kill. To defeat those that wish to hurt us or hinder us. It’s quite a thing, to experience that urge, to let it wash over you, to give in to it. It’s addictive. It’s all-consuming. You lose yourself to it. It’s quite wonderful, actually. I can feel it, even as I speak right now, tapping around the edges of my mind, trying to slip its fingers in. But we’re all like that, aren’t we? We’re all barbarians at our core. We’re all savage, murderous beasts that want to hunt. I know I am. I’m sure you are. The only difference between us, Mister Cross, is how loudly we roar. I don't roar very loudly, a squeak if anything. You, however, roar very loudly, don't you?" Milo said, turning his gaze back to Alec. There was a different kind of emotion in Milo's eyes now. It was the same indifferent look, or even the goofy drunk look, it was one of a man with a burning will in his heart.

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Milo sipped from the brandy, again, focusing on the fire, with his face still holding the indifferent look, " 'When no power is vested in a turbulent man, he behaves sorrowfully like a nearly killed holiday goat, but when fully endorsed, without considering his level of insanity and evil gestures, he cuts everyone in the society into pieces' .” Milo quoted, taking another sip from his brandy. He then smirked, and corked the brandy. "Well, that just means your the best at what you do, doesn't it?" Milo added, his demeanor seemingly changed in an instance, "I can't boast of killing that many people, since I haven't killed at all." Milo said, laying back in the couch seat, relaxing on the feathered couch. The fire's warmth washed over Milo, grabbing him in it's warm embrace. Sleep seemed like a natural thing at that point, but Milo soon shook the feeling, and returned his gaze back to Alec.

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Milo turned his attention back to the fire, "Why don't you go to bed? You aren't having fun, and we have to wake up early in the morning, anyway." Milo said, as he sipped on the brandy, lightly. Milo had always had sleeping problems, and had found that alcohol helped him get rest. They would have to wake up a hair before dawn, in order to prepare for the day's journey west. Milo turned to look at Alec, scanning his person, and taking a interest in the weapons the man held on him. The man seemed to glance at his weapon with a type of gaze that implied desire. Milo wondered for a second just how true the rumors about the man was, "Just how many people have you killed, exactly, Mister Cross?" Milo asked, his indifferent and more serious visage coming back to him.

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Milo smirked, as he stared into the fire place. "You ask alotta questions, Alec, not very charismatic of you." Milo said, another slight tease at the man. "I know as much as you do at this point." Milo replied, uncorking the brandy once again, this time opting for a sip, rather than a swig. "Didn't you talk to the Marshal? I mean, he told you everything we know. We're gonna have to just go check everything else out for ourselves." Milo added, taking another sip. Milo's face was now noticeably reddened at this point, and his head slightly bobbing up and down. He kept his slight smirk on his face, as he continued to look into the fire. "You're all business all the time, aren't you?" Milo asked, turning to look at Alec.

Welcome to Sky High!

Name: Brady Mitchell

Gender: Male

Age/Year: 16, Sophomore

Power: Super speed, has to get a good head start in order to build up speed.

Hero or Villain: Hero

Personality: Brady is a relaxed person, often not saying or speaking much, and keeping to himself. He is a fun loving guy, though, just not nearly as outgoing as most people his age are. Brady enjoys spending Friday nights inside reading as much as spending them out with friends. Brady tends to not be very ambitious, and has fairly lofty goals. The future never seems to be a concern for Brady, whom prefers to live in the moment. Brady will never be quick to fight, and prefers to avoid confrontation, getting anxious when any kind of conflict begins.

History: Brady grew up in a close knit family. He was home schooled until the eighth grade. Both of his parents also attended Sky High. Brady discovered his super powers a little after his 14th birthday, while running for the track team of a local high school. Brady tended to stray away from his powers, and refused to use them unless it was a necessity. He often found himself in his father's shadow for the past two years, as his father also possessed super speed, discovering it at 10 years of age. Brady is often compared to his father whenever his family is mentioned.

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Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Milo smirked as his professionalism started fading away, "For a leader of people, you sure lack initiative in conversation." Milo said, as he turned his head back to the fire. The weapons on Alec didn't bother Milo as much as it would a normal person. While Milo was slightly impressed that the man felt the need for such a extensive arsenal, he had seen people carry more weapons while at the Granite Keep. Milo sat comfortably in his chair, starting to relax. He lackadaisically picked up the brandy once more, uncorking it, and took another long draw. The endurance for such a small man was impressive, having drank nearly half the bottle by himself. After his draw, Milo corked it once more and placed it beside him, returning his gaze back to the fireplace. This was going to be a very long few months, Milo felt.