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The man on a mission was speaking to him and smoking, but Jax the Magnificent offered the same welcoming smile he always started conversations with. The city might be dark, dank, and dangerous as hell but one could never hope to make new friends to survive the apocalypse with if one wasn’t willing to leave ones comfort zone and green new people now and then. The woman followed right after, and Jaxon immediately recognized that he was outnumbered. Possibly outgunned, too, though that remained to be seen for now. As for him, he never went anywhere these nights without his favorite handgun and a wicked blade equally useful for use in rituals as it was for stabbing, gutting, and making things bleed.

“A once in a lifetime experience?” He parroted curiously, hackles only now starting to rise along with the hair on the back of his neck. He smoothly pocketed his phone that he had used to take the aforementioned test – totally improbable that he was a Hufflepuff, and he was sure he was going to be proving that soon. Damnit. The man had stepped close and Jaxon stilled, taking in the obvious factors that were there or lacking. Not a monster from what he could tell. Not a zombie, either. Though the shuffling undead had yet to have any real conversations with him, despite his best efforts to encourage it. Maybe he should capture one sometime… a thought for another night. Unfortunately Jaxon still had yet to come up with an accurate way to figure out a vampire from a not-vampire. His suspicions had yet to be verified where his oddball business-partner of a sort was concerned. Though, the runes tattooing his body beneath his covering clothes sometimes seemed to send him signals when he thought he might be near one. He definitely felt uneasy at the moment, though whether that was a natural inclination against creepy-vibed strangers or something else, he still couldn’t be certain.

“I’m Jaxon,” he replied automatically and then scowled at himself. Why had he given his name to the spooky probable drug-addict? The guy looked like he was jonesing. Did people still say that? He used to see it all the time on the television shows his grandparents watched. Crap, he’d gotten distracted again. And the nearness of the creep stranger was unsettling to the solitary sorcerer. The woman was suddenly a little too close for comfort too. She definitely sounded like a druggie, though the comment about leaving the world lended a hippie vibe that was more innocent sounding than even he could buy into. He opened his mouth to respond to her odd apology when he felt himself shoved closer to the creepy guy, and grunted in shock at the impact.

Of course, his own natural abilities flared to life nearly of their own volition. He had had talents, more or less dormant, before he came to this town and found someone to train him. It hadn’t been surprising how quickly Jax had taken to the new abilities, and then latched onto others, and grown more powerful than he knew what to do with. The girl had started this, and so while in any other situation he likely would have used a very similar tactic and shoved her back, he was already outnumbered and way too close to the guy who looked like he might shoot first and try to ask forgiveness from a dead body next. She was a sorcerer, then, he reasoned, and the guy gripping him too tight for comfort might be one too. Hopefully he wasn’t an average joe human. That thought gave him pause, but it was too late to stop what his ingrained defensive responses where.

Lightening crashed down around him, hitting the pair and nearly blinding Jax before he snapped his eyes closed and winced through the cacophony that sounded in his ears. The familiar smell that followed made his nose wrinkle and he hesitantly opened his own eyes again.

[OOC: used power Lightening Bolt on Sorc-mastery path. :3]

Birdee hadn't expected anything to happen, other than the obvious. She would push the guy, and Heathen would get him and they would....they would what? Run off into the night! Yeah! That's what kidnappers did! They grabbed people and ran, right? So they would have the guy and then Birdee could make him into a fricken paladin! Hopefully. She wasn't sure just how that would happen yet, other than Birdee would have to feel the guy up. She remembered that much about what her mentor told her while they casually talked about the sorcerers from hundreds of years ago. Probably when King Arthur was around-that's hold old Sorcerer's were, Birdee thought. Each time her mentor talked about ancient paladins, that's where Birdee's mind immediately went to. Because he was sort of a sorcerer, right? Like, the best sorcerer ever!

But what she expected to happen and what did happen wasn't even close. Suddenly Heathen was shoving her to the ground. Like..what the frick stick? Then she turned to look at Heathen and saw the guy was set ablaze. How, she had no idea, but it was a sight that hadn't even crossed Birdee's mind on what might happen if their plan fizzled. The guy might escape; was an option. He might fight them, even. But set them on fire?! Who did that?! How did he even do that?!

"WOAH! OH MY GOD!" Birdee jumped up and found both her feet before she ran over to Heathen. "Log roll! Log roll!" She chanted a couple more times after that, still hopping around, and finally he seemed to listen and do that. Not that Birdee could take credit for that, because Heathen seemed to be on his way to doing that any way, but she offered him a supportive 'cheer' more or less. What else would she be able to do?

Once the fire was out from Heathen's arm, Birdee's gaze locked on to the other guy as she came to stand beside Heathen, who seemed to be more or less taking the lead of things now. "That was totally cool!" She looked at Heathen and then shrugged her shoulders. "But not! You could have killed my friend here." Never mind that they could have killed Jaxon at some point, but that would have been unintentional, unlike this whole cluster frickery. "Super not cool, but yeah. What are you? A vampire of some kind?" For something not being 'cool,' Birdee's tone seemed to indicate that maybe it was cool after all.