Numb [Sam]

Dire's eyes widened at Sam's outfit choice. It looked strikingly like something he'd wear.
He smiled, "Nice outfit, madam."
He hoped she didn't think it was in a teasing way.

He pointed towards the sun and said "Wow, look at that!"
When Sam would hopefully look that way he would use his speed to catch her hands that would slightly move from her turn and teleport them to a bathroom.
When they got there he thanked any being that would be listening for putting them in a NICE bathroom.
Then he muttered a curse for putting them both on top of a toilet.
"Well, this is awkward." He chuckled through his cheek being squished up against Sam's

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When the two plopped down on the tiles, there was a man that jumped in front of them. He whipped around, trying to figure out where they came from.
Dire batted his eyes for a minute before pulling away from Fort.
He straightened his clothes and did the same for Sam.
"Carry on." He said, nodding towards the man and straightening his own clothing.

He took Fort's hand, yet again, pulling her like a child would more than a lover would.
After pulling her into the strange visitor center looking area. It was bustling with people from all around the area. They were all dressed as Sam was, bright colors and informally formal clothing.
Dire was really the only one out of place.
"Well... Which one do you want to go to?" Pointing out all of the restaurants throughout the area.

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"Buona sera, Che bella coppia. Tavolo per due? The waiter asked politely.

Dire had to squint to remember what those words meant. He couldn't catch every word, but he got the gist of things. "Sì, per favore."

Dire never really realized it, but Italian seemed a lot like Spanish. As they were seated, the waiter said something he couldn't quite catch in time. Something like: "The ducks are cold.", or something like that. After pulling Fort's chair out for her, he sat down in his own and gave a warm smile.
"So, hard day's work, huh?" He hoped his now dark brown eyes weren't giving off too much strangeness, he wanted a warm feeling to come from them.

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Dire was about to make a funny comment on them almost not making it, but then the waiter came back.
Dire looked at the menu for a moment before his eyes went wide, "Ravioli al formaggio!" He exclaimed in a rather offensive Super Mario impression.

After the waiter took Fort's order, Dire looked up at Fort. "So, Jeannie tell me a lot about you, Sam. I must say she wasn't wrong about your looks and mannerisms. You are also out-STANDING at your job!" He said with a nice smile.
"I'm sure her description of me is QUITE different." He chuckled.

[OOC: Alex will be back!]

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Malik smiled. He'd been doing enacting a lot of capital punishment as of late. Killing. Maiming. Destroying. All for the sake of good, of course.
He felt like that wasn't the right thing to say though, so he said something else instead.
"Not a whole lot, really. Being a 'hero' is pretty much my life now. When I'm done with that I'm usually writing, sleeping, or watching tv. Don't really have a life outside of the whole deal..." He chuckled. "Never really had to... Being a mercenary and all... My specialty was 'spy work', so to speak... I was so busy living someone else's life, I forgot to live my own."

He observed Sam just a tad more, taking in her beauty. He didn't find him romantically beautiful, but more like an elegant type of beautiful. Like seeing a sunset type. She handled herself with such respect. He felt like crap just being around her based on the flippant and loose way he handled himself. He despised these emotions, he missed the feeling of not caring what other's thought. Now, he was self conscious of every little move he made.

After thinking all of that, he realized he was staring. He hated when he did that.
He blinked and held his hands up, "Sorry... I just... Really like your eyes."
The hell was that?!
He scolded himself as he realized that might have come off wrong, though her eyes were pretty, that's not what he was doing.

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Malik blinked at her neutral comment. It wasn't the worst response that could have been given, so he was thankful for that.
"Oh thanks." He said in between sipping water.

He was about to bring up their mutual friend, Jeannie, but then the waiter came back with their food. Malik grinned like a child when he saw the cheese ravioli set in front of him.
"MMMMMMMM That's amazing!" He groaned as he took a bite.

After eating, he looked to Sam again. He was really hoping to rebound off the awkward start they had, he was bad at making friends... And that's just what he said.
"Hey, I really messed this 'date' up... Sorry about that..."
He put air quotes around the word "date", because it was not a date.
He and Nadia were a thing he was pretty sure.

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Malik smiled as Sam reassured him that he was doing fine.
He was glad, he needed some friends in this world.
"Oh really? Thanks... You did good yourself." He grinned.

After chatting her up a while, he sighed.
"I guess I should probably take you home... Being as we're in Italy..." He looked with a smile.
[OOC: It's okay for them to part ways, when they do... Alex Sharpe is going to be causing us a lot of problems.]

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Malik bowed, "No trouble at all, m'lady."
He took her hand this time and teleported her back to her home.
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When Malik's vision came back, they were both laying in her bed. He winced and rolled out, smacking on to the floor.
His hand would peek over the side of the bed and wave, "Sorry! Goodnight!" Then a flash of red would indicate his teleporting away.
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Alex Sharpe lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling on his memory foam mattress, with tears pooling up in his eyes.
This time, it wasn't the arguments. It wasn't the feeling of fake friends. It wasn't even feeling as if his girlfriend didn't really have feelings for him.
It was the fact that he felt all of these things disappear. His life was going great, yet he was still empty on the inside.
He still wanted to fall into a ditch and die, never to be heard from again.
He couldn't stand it.
He had to end it.
He went to his desk drawer, and grabbed the scissors. He was prepared.
Yet just before he did it, he heard the television.
We speak again of the two heroes who quite possibly saved the world today, Dire and Fort. Julia McClanahan is at the scene, Julia.
"Thanks Michael, today Dire and Fort saved the world from some alien force. We are not sure where they came from and if they'll come back. Let's hope that if they do, heroes like Fort and Dire will be there to save us again."

Alex looked at his wrist, then looked to the floorboard he had the tools to make a bomb in.
Alex always dreamed of walking into the school and using it there, but he had a better idea.
"Might as well go out with a bang..."
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The Next Day

As Alex was under the train track bridge outside of his house, he began to cry. He didn't want to hurt all these innocent people, but he needed to expose Dire for the fake he was and shame Fort for working with him.
His life was now forfeit, now he just needed to pull a phony down with him.
He looked down at the remote detonator, then to the bomb.
The train had 50 minutes.
That meant so did they.
The time read 11:10 p.m.
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Alex contacted the man he had hired [with his mother and father's money] to send the message to the police. It was a completely anonymous letter.
They had to play by his rules.
The note read:
The police notified every news outlet available, telling them to somehow get the word to Dire and Fort.
And so it did.
Every tv channel was interrupted, explaining that Dire and Fort were needed. That they would know where to go.

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