♥ LEON LANDALL ♥ "Leon, I understand your powers, I understand you want to keep them. But, now we are in America, you must not tell anybody. You hear me? Nobody can know. If they found out we were here, they'd kill you. Nobody." It was late at night in the summer, Leon was sitting quietly in a diner like August had advised. His new friend looked out for him, especially when he was overworking himself. August had practically pushed him away from his textbooks and into the diner. The blond sat in the corner of the seat, watching the steam of his coffee condensate on the window. August was somewhat of an unexpected friend for Leon. It was only an accident they even happened. That night Leon had decided to walk home a different path to avoid the homophobic drunks, he saw the heroes face. He witnessed the hero use more than human powers, which made Leon recognize he was not alone. Others could control things. When Leon explained himself to the reluctant hero, the two soon became a power duo - Their controlling of elements together helped stop an unknown evil force. And if Leon could do some good with his abilities, then so be it. The blond adjusted his orange sweater before sipping at the coffee, watching people pass the street. His bright blue eyes stared, seeing the thermal heat colour the blue glass. He was lucky he could control it, but his thermal vision was acting up. The room looked particularly red, all the steam was making everything act up. Leon slowly became unaware of his surroundings as he zoned out, staring at the red steam. ∅ DAMON STOKER ∅ "Listen kid, all you have to fuckin' do is take the smoke and drink and help me out. I know you're a little shit who likes to get high off crime so why don't you do it for a reason, eh? Look, I'll let you sleep in my fuckin' spare bed, just do as I say." Damon lit a smoke as he sat on the fire escape outside of his apartment, dangerously hovering above ground. He blew out the smoke as he watched cars drive by the nearly empty road. He flicked his finger, creating an imaginary flock of birds, sending them flying into the car, making it swerve and crash into the lamppost. Days like this were filled of him causing chaos for chaos sake. Zaden should be home soon with info on the heroes little brat. Then he could finally get the 'hero' who was ruining his chance of getting to his old best friend. Ah, best-friend. What a shitty term for a shitty man. God knows what he was doing now, probably CEO of some blood-sucking cooperation. He shook his head as he took in another breath of smoke, the sound of nearby sirens sent him back into the warmth of his apartment.