Hey, a bank robbery. I smell a cliché. [Micheal Atterius]

Michael walked not too far behind Spellstone, grape colored eyes darting about as if seeing for the first time, bewildered by every sensation that reached them. Police congregated around the entrance, and he could see the press not too far away from them, like vultures with their cameras flashing brightly. A strong wind whipped across his face, Michael bringing up a hand to shield his eyes and grimacing lightly. Slowly he walked down the stairs after Spellstone, flashing a bright smile to all of the people gathered out there as if he were a celebrity of some kind. Sure he had died in there, but then again he was also brought back to life within that same instance. As soon as they were in a certain step of descending, the cops began arresting the criminals as they were supposed to, and likely drag the one with the knife out to be treated.

Michael wished that he had died of his wounds, but then again it was still possible. The lights of a camera washed over his face, causing him to wince, eyes unable to take the brightness yet without tearing up. Microphones were thrust upon them, though pulled back with a wave of the mages hand, Michael rubbing his eyelid therapeutically. Looking out over the people before them, Michael felt strangely pleased, perhaps the public coverage would be nice. One thing the ethereal could tell was that his...ally was drinking this up like water , causing an amused smirk to form on his lips and then stretch into a wide grin. Now it was time for the questions, something that Michael was not quite ready for.

A rather perky sounding reporter woman began to barrage of questioning; something about the way she spoke annoying Michael already. The question was a simple one to, inquiring about what exactly happened in there, something that Michael would have easily answered if not for his ally. They were stopping a robbery in progress, though Spellstone made it sound heroic, almost like out of some kind of comic book. It was then that he realized that he lacked some kind of fantastic heroic costume, or at least something to match it. That was when he thought of something,  perhaps he could simply use the name that his father once used, back in his vigilante days. ”Titan, I go by Titan.” And in an instant his body was covered in what looked like purple runic markings, ones that dominated his right half, going along his neck and even places not visible. He smiled as friendly as possible, looking over everyone.

Within moments of his alias, and Spellstones grandiose statement, several of the citizens gathered infront of them began to applaud. It was much like one would expect for a hero, and Michael soaked up everything with a wide grin stretching across his face. If this was what those heroic types enjoyed out of their job, then maybe he could get used to doing whatever it was that they did, saving old women and all of that stuff. Perhaps this young hero could show him the ropes, considering that until now Michael had found himself only doing illegal things, not that anyone had caught him doing so perse. If anything, shape shifting did have many advantages.

The perky reporter shoved the microphone in his face and posed a question for him, one that he found actually hard to answer.”Well, I was gifted with such great power.” He raised his left hand and a small orb of dark ethereal energy manifested anyone with a magical sense probably feeling something dark resonating from the orb itself, but the masses would not; not when it was this small. ”So I thought it would be a waste if I didn’t use this power to help people.” He flashed his pearly whites, orbs of ethereal energy disappearing quickly with a snap of his fingers.

Michael mused over how much coverage this would actually get him, and if it would even reach front page on the news site, considering that newspapers themselves were obsolete. Still, Michael felt that he was doing well for all of the new publicity, smiling at the right time and answering all the questions in the right way. If anything, his experience with people also seemed to work well when it came to using the media. One of the hostages walked upto Spellstone, the elderly asian man, thanking him while a younger looking male tightly hugged his leg. Damn children and the sway that they have over ones emotions, especially ones that were legitimately innocent. He knew quite a few ethereals that looked that young and were the opposite of innocent.

Soon the roles were reversed and he was shaking the elderly man’s hand, smiling reassuringly as the attention continued, but he had a feeling that they would make their leave soon enough; before anything else happened anyway. If his father swooped out of nowhere and reduced the crowd to a bloody river, that would have ruined his short-lived heroic career. All he waited for was Spellstone to initiate the heroic exit, and he would perhaps follow suit.

Spellstone posed a little, soaking in all the admiration more than Michael seemed to, and it was charming in a way. Still he knew when their time to leave was, considering that it was punctuated by the male saying up. Within a few seconds, Michael had to do some guess work but otherwise it seemed pretty obvious; they would have to fly. With a spell of some kind a bright light appeared, Michael finding himself blinded along with everyone else, but that did not mean that he was caught unaware…okay he was. With the command of up still fresh in his mind, Michael willed himself up as quickly as possible, fast enough that they did not see him ascend. They had made a clean exit, though his vision was still spotty from the sudden flash. Within a matter of moments he caught sight of the mage, cloak like a blanket beneath him, male sitting as if waiting for him on top of a roof. ”Nice trick...a little bright but it did it’s job.” He said good naturedly, if only because his brain was stuck on that setting at the moment. The ethereal male rubbed his eyes, eyesight slowly returning to normal. He slowly lowered onto the roof himself, and sat cross legged down, arms resting in his lap.

If Michael thought that the flashing trick was the only thing that this mage could do, he would have been surprised, but that that did not take away from the fact that he was impressed. The ethereal male smirked lightly as Spellstone formed the small nebula within his hands, and then easily snuffed them out. ”Impressive.” Michael said with a small amount of clapping, not intending to seem condescending in the least. It was a nice display, and something that caught his interest, and perhaps explained why the cloak had the star patterns. What really caught him off guard was the mention of his eyes, neon green flecked silver orbs that….were now purple. His eyes widened as the guy said something, and then tried to explain it as part of his Titan costume. ”You’re kidding right? My eyes aren’t purple.” He said incredulously, smirking as if the guy was telling some kind of joke, and then his expression dropped instantly. ”They’re not supposed to be purple….I didn’t make them purple.” He started, before muttering to himself the last part. He blinked lightly, and then rapidly as he activated the spell, and one could see his eyes flash back to their natural color. ”There…its fixed now, I think.” Michael said finally, hoping what he said was true. "Hey..as much as sitting here is fun and everything, I know a coffee shop not too far from here thats..comfier."

”It’s pretty cool I guess.” Michael said with a small smirk, not really bothering to go into the fact that he could change his entire appearance, from eye color to anything else in-between, taking on any appearance that he wished. It was only one of the strange abilities that his own ethereal energy allowed him to perform, things that perhaps would only grow as he aged. ”And no, I didn’t make them purple, I like how they are now.” he said with a light shrug, lips curling into a pleasant smirk. Spellstone seemed to take to his suggestion, Michael letting the runes pulsing across his skin seeming to fade away, no longer there with a simple thought. While he needed magic to change his appearance, making those markings appear was much easier than altering his appearance, voice, ect.

The mage through a rather grandiose way of doing so, stood to his feet and offered Michael his hand. The ethereal accepted this gesture and was pulled to his feet, hand then drifting to his side as he seemed to think over something for a moment. The guy used some kind of magic to change from hood to more inconspicuous clothing, though still hid his face as if Michael would use it to harm his family or something cliché. ”It’s only a block away, and from what I’ve seen, it’s really good.” he said in answer to the question, feeling over the wallet sitting in his back pocket, checking to see if he had that wallet of his. Yupp, and it still had a good bit of money in there, so no harm done. With that done Michael realized that his shirt was still a little dirty from his blood, and with a thought a dark purple steam issued from it.

One could take note that there was not a speck of blood remaining, and only a scar at the base of his neck where the knife entered.  With that done, Michael motioned for Spellstone to follow him, the walk itself taking only a few minutes until they reached the little café. Some people sat at the tables, sipping on coffee, and using the free wifi offered. He would try that Chai tea again, considering the last time he had it was when he met that strange ethereal with an irish accent, and something within him wanted to try it again.

At the counter was a dark skinned lady, polite from what he could glean of her mannerisms and that was always good for tips. Spellstone went first, and his order was quite the mouthful, something that Michael barely cared to follow, let alone remember. Something about whipped cream with sprinkles and something else that he could not quite keep track of. It appeared that he had made this order multiple times, while Michael…well he was not too much of a coffee guy himself. Sure he knew the basics, but nnot anything that sounded as complex as that. As far as he was concerned, the male might as well have spoken something in reverse Latin. ”Yeah, I’ll have….” he paused for a moment looking over the selection, eyes running over it swiftly before finally deciding what he wanted. ”yeah, I’ll have the Chai tea.” He said with a small smirk, stepping back next to Spellstone and simply waited for his drink, which would take a few minutes to finish.