Mindless Patrols (open)

Ashes, crashing down upon the ground. Aedan took a deep puff of his cigarette, letting a sizable cloud of smoke burst from his pale lips. His casual stride down the streets of Q-City were followed by a lot of smoking and people watching. This was his home town after all, and he knew it like the back of his hand. Smoking was perhaps a horrid habit, but with a brain that ran like his, he needed something to take the edge off. It helped keep his powers at bay, most of the time anyways. Strolling throughout the streets was dangerous, but he had to expose himself to the world if his wish of controlling his powers was to come true. His yellow piercing eyes shifted from the people around him, to the ground beneath his feet. The part of town he found himself taking up residence in was a bit less crowded than the majority of the town, but he was currently walking through downtown. In a city like this, monster could appear anywhere. The best place to patrol as a C class hero, would be downtown. He kept his casual stride, a cigarette jammed between his lips. There didn't seem to be much in the way of events today, but walking out in the fresh air was good for the mind and soul.

A drink was certainly in order, but the bars around here tended to have too many people. Rather than finding a bar, he chose to sit down on an empty bench and gather his bearings. it was quite easy for one to get lost in a big city, but he had a good idea of how to out maneuver people and get to where he needed to go. Unfortunately, he had no idea where he was going. The daily patrols as a C class hero could be monotonous, but they were required to meet the weekly quota. Aedan was well aware that his powers were beyond a C class hero, but his control over his ability was too little to even consider going up against a monster that could bring out his full potential. He was a danger to himself and those around him, and as such he was stuck at this rank, for now. For the time being, he chose to lean back and enjoy the world around him. Sliding a finger through his crimson hair, he wiped a bit of ash from the black jacket he was wearing. Puffing smoke and observing people, he slung his elbow over the back of the bench, using the other arm to slide his glasses onto his face. The black frames darkened the world around him, but the world was already dark in his eyes.

Exhaling the wicked grey smoke from between his pale lips, Aedan crossed one leg over the other. His leisurely stance was quite obvious at this point, as he took a heavy drag of the cigarette. They were the black brand, probably the strongest of cigarettes. Fortunately, he could not be harmed by such trivial things a cigarette heat. His own flames could harm him, but only under the circumstance that he lost control. Fortunately, sitting there in an almost meditating state helped. That was not something the House of Evolution had instructed him to do, but rather something he took upon himself to help recover from his time there. Mid-thought, the sound of a gun shot rang throughout his ears. He did not perk up, but turned his head in that direction. His body almost instinctively moved to go check it out, as was his job being a hero and all, but something told him to not go. The sounds of sirens and rattling around in the nearby alley informed him that someone else had it. Instead of perking up and looking around, he continued to chill in his current position.

Not a moment later, his peripherals caught a figure exiting the alley. It seemed that his hunch was indeed correct, the gunman had been apprehended. Looking over to observe what now appeared to be a woman with a rather large red spear, he nodded. His skill set was not needed today, which was the man's lucky day. His "skill set" included a large amount of flames, not the most pleasant. The Fire King looked up to the woman who was now interrupting his peace and quiet. It was not until this moment that he realized she was rather attractive. He was not interested in such a thing as a romantic or even extended physical relationship at the moment, considering his current predicament, but her looks were noteworthy. While Aedan was in the business of making companions or business associates, he was quite wary. Nonetheless, he decided to answer her question. That's what they call me these days. Tilting his sunglasses down, revealing his piercing yellow eyes, he peered up at her with a laid back expression. May I ask who wants to know?

Arching a brow slightly, Aedan removed the cigarette from his mouth. The young lady introduced herself as Katheryne, a nice name, but what interest did she have in him? He gave her a nod in response. It was likely curiosity, but they did not get much chance to explore this endeavor as another presence interrupted their conversation. It seemed today he was popular, as the next woman was asking about him as well. He was probably the most well known hero in Q-City at the moment, but it still surprised him as a C class that he was getting this much attention. Regardless he took a drag before responding. You don't look like someone from the Association, so by that I'm guessing something closer to government. If you're referring to the shots fired a minute ago, that incident was handled by her. Referring to the woman with the lance, his eyes darted between the two for a moment. Exhaling smoke deeply, he stood up to talk with the two women. Sliding the dark rimmed glass off of his pale face, the yellow piercing orbs on his head were fully revealed. Running pale fingers through the red crimson hair atop his head, the Fire King stood next to Kathy.

He could not help but notice the large man appearing to rush to the scene, likely an associate of the woman's. While his physique implied brutality, he did not appear to be looking for a fight. Staying close to his fellow hero, it would not be long before the scene grew. Aedan was not a mean person, but this many people in his presence brought over a sense of anxiety. He was in now way anti-social, but rather asocial due to his powers. Fortunately the conversation had not taken a wrong turn, and his pyrokinesis had not begun to stir. He could not help but hear something off in the distance, it appeared the town had a bit of a ruckus going on. Albeit, he kept his focus on the lady before him. Fortunately Kathy seemed to have taken his side, and the two were side by side now. It was not often he got a visit from a woman asking him about damages, especially one with cat ears. Today just kept getting weirder. It was nights like these that he needed a smoke the most. Puffing more smoke. he kept one hand in his pocket, with the other by his side. An explosion was heard in the distance. Tightening his fists, perhaps it was time to intervene. He had let Kathy take care of the men before, but judging by the booming sound, it would take something a bit more. Hopefully the lady before him would let him do so. He had a strange feeling about this.