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@@Aurora Lights, It's quite alright, Aurora.

@@Aurora Lights, His name is Alex, but that doesn't exactly matter at the moment. Just thought I'd clear up that he was going by an alias at the moment, before it had the chance to become a problem.

@@SlenderSlayer24,@@Yoshikupo, Chewing on his food, he almost coughs, when he attempts to reply with his mouth full. He swings down some water, before clearing his throat and answering the response. "Name's Chuck..." He coughs again, clearing his throat for speech, voice distressed from the recent throat trauma. "Chuck Finley. Nice tuh meet ya!" He speaks cheerfully, holding out a hand. Any who are skilled con men notice his false sincerity (and cheerfulness), and pick up that the name he gave is not his own. His cheerfulness is an act, as are his mannerisms. His handshake is that of an honest man, but it's false. Those who are attentive notice his brief period of distaste when his hand makes contact. Those skilled at reading tells, note that he is putting up the front of an honest man, and his eyes betray that he has killed before; there's a darkness that resides there. Even his speech pattern is a tad forced to the trained ear. A hint of blood can be smelled by an acute nose.

He nods, and hops off to the bed chambers they'll be staying at, with the other colts he's to bunk with. He decides that it'll be easier on him if he takes the last one, letting the rest choose where to sleep, before laying in the otherwise most comfortable place.

@@Pripyat Pony,@@Aurora Lights, @@Dapper Charmer, @@Gloomfury, @@Yoshikupo, He had decided to just go ahead with his blood and the leaf in his sock. He bites his thumb hard, and uses it to make an array over the out of control power the odd one was sporting. He starts chanting, channeling magic through his athame, blessing the array with power. He was thankful that the power suppressant didn't work on magic, because they were fundamentally different. He finishes suppressing the out of control power, by dispersing it. He was thankful to have thought of that whilst setting up the array. As usual, the poor substitute athame dissipates as it channels, ridding him of his possible escape tool. At least it might have kept me alive just a little bit longer... He looks up at him, smearing the array, causing the magic to cease. It had done it's job. "Better? No need to thank me." He walks off, following the rest for food. He was starving! Magic has a tendency to do leave him hungry afterwards. He gets a tray, and eats what's on it with a ravenous gusto.

@@reader8363, He chuckles, remembering a time when he was once like that. All the things to explore and discover... Now, he was stuck here, for the time being. A familiar feeling by now. Besides, was was just about finished healing. "It's alright, take a sample. I'm sure you'll find it... Interesting..." He smiles, holding out a foreleg to the syringe.

Still waiting for someone to post in the rp...

@@reader8363, He nods, acknowledging what you said. He answers the questions. "Yes, I can change my form. No, this isn't my true form. The mutation is that I feed off of fear instead, and this horn stays in all my forms that possess a horn. It was my mother." He answers plainly.

@@SlenderSlayer24,@@Dapper Charmer, @@Pripyat Pony, He looks around, searching for the origin of the odd sensation, like there was a charge building in the air. This can't be good... He turns to the two in front of them, and addresses them directly. "Um, that's cool and all, but I think we have more pressing concerns, like the out-of-control charge building in the air from Mister Electric over here... I doubt you want whatever is the result of his charge going awry in your circuitry, so I'd like a sharpie and a stick to deal with it." He says, requesting the items. Then, almost as a afterthought, "Oh, and you don't have to remove my Power Suppressant Collar. That's what these are, correct?" He points at the thing around his neck. "I just need to set up a few protection and power suppressant arrays around him. Should keep whatever's building contained." He offers as explanation.

@@reader8363, He looks stockstill, processing what happened, and what excuses he'd come up with. After a few moments pass, he finally decides on what to say. "It's alright, he has every right to ask me, as I plan on living in the village you're both nearby. Not to mention, it seems he hasn't encountered that type of feeding before, otherwise, he'd know the answers to his questions." He pauses fro a moment, gathering himself before continuing. "I'm of changeling parentage. I fed off them, to heal myself, making certain not to feed so much, as they would suffer. I intend no harm, only solace. Suffice to say, I won't be taking anypony's place, because of a certain mutation of mine. I can't feed off of love, only fear." As though to show by example, he begins feeding off of him, and he feels his fears slowly draining away. Before much of anything is taken, the sensation stops, as he ceases feeding.

@@Dapper Charmer, He grins. This was one of his favorite types of client; the mystery factor made this type of deal all to fun! They were at least clever enough to remove him from his bathrobe, the clever bastards! If they were attentive enough, a careful search would reveal my collection of athames and chalk, as well as an ample supply of sharpies, with the occasional vial of virgin's blood (my own)! Who knows? They might even find the small ceramic knife I use for rituals that require living sacrifice! Not sure if they know what my power is, and what it requires, but they shouldn't allow a decently sharp object near me... I can always make an array with my own blood.

Is everyone waiting on me? I'm waiting on Dapper to call on me...

Regrettably, it appears to be otherwise dead... I've been pretty invested in this rp.

@@Yoshikupo, He nods his head, reluctantly. He remains uncertain about his intentions, and completely uncertain as to his motivations. He's pretty sure he doesn't love this mare, because it doesn't feel the same way. However, he decides to follow her requests. "Perhaps I shall..." He calms down, deciding to just enjoy the moment.

@@Yoshikupo, He turns to look you in the eyes, and gazes into them with nothing but sincerity. "Because, that was the only other time I didn't have the urge to dismember somepony. That time, before I retreated from my ex-wife, before I came here. Before I met you, it was the only other time I hadn't the desire to rend heads from necks, and wear them upon my horn. What I don't understand, is why I don't want to do those fun things to you..." He starts looking scared again, but he reigns himself in, quicker this time. He looks away, breathing in the cool air. "It's nice out, today..."

@@Yoshikupo, It takes him a moment of studying your features for signs of dishonesty, but a spark of realization dawns in his eyes. The effects are almost immediate, as he ceases his once tight grip, and tries to avoid direct eye contact. He seems to shrink in on himself, before recovering, and trying to straighten out. He clears his throat before speaking. "It's... Kinda complicated... Normally, whenever I look at somepony, I have the urge to violently throttle them, amongst other choice activities. However, I don't feel the urge to tear you in twine, nor use you like a meat tambogine. I don't feel the urge to delve into the darkest reaches of your mind, and pull out what I can to damage you, until you become a mindless husk to do with as I please. It's only happened a few times, and the last occasion didn't go very well for me..." His eyes were more or less apathetic as he described what he usually feels like doing, but it turns to the familiar type of pain of lives with for awhile. His eyes hope for understanding at the question he asks. "I believe we briefly discussed why I arrived here? What happened before I encountered you in this town?"

@@Yoshikupo, His face gets marred by further confusion. He grabs you by your shoulders, shaking you, a desperate look in his eyes. "WHY?! WHY DON'T I WANT TO KILL YOU?!" His voice becomes loud, his jerking becoming more violent. "WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!" He looks pained, angry, and confused. Above all, he looks scared.

@@Scare Effect, He follows after, eager to get back to the orphanage. He was hopeful to get into her good standing, perhaps even get his power and race back ahead of schedule. Perhaps, he might not even have to punish her for her insolence. Or, he could recruit her; she would make a useful Right-Hand Mare... And a decent bodyguard, considering her abilities to nullify magic... He'd have to get right on that, when he figures out the political structure, to determine how to properly take over, before suddenly disappearing...

@@Yoshikupo, He blushes a bit harder, a frustrated look in his eyes, marred by confusion. He tries to control his tongue, but ends up failing. "Urgh! I haven't had the urge to kill you yet!" He's obviously irritated. "What did you do?! What magic did you cast?! I've never encountered this befo-" He suddenly stops, a look of surprise across his face. He looks down, obviously distraught.

@@Yoshikupo, He stops midflight. Urgh... Celestia, damn it... She's lucky I'm so willing to listen to her... He floats in place for a moment, then hovers back, settling in the tree beside her, making certain not to give away his position to any, but her. He makes his presence known, with a slight throat clearing, shifting back to pony form. "Alright... Banner." His voice seems a bit soft, and uncertain. He avoids eye contact, but he can be caught glancing at you briefly, but quickly looks away. The first time, you can see his cheeks redden, slightly.

@@Dapper Charmer, He doesn't bother putting up resistance, figuring that was the best way to blend in, perhaps even getting cooperation from his captor. Besides, it's not like this was the first time he was abducted for business; he'd had interesting clients before. He attempts to raise his hand, like a school boy in the class room. "Sir, I do, sir." He says, after being spoken to; some of those employers were military. Or, at least, paramilitary. He awaits being addressed, knowing that he shouldn't speak out of turn.

@@Yoshikupo, He shrugs, deciding to hold off, until he was completely certain. There were still a couple who had yet to introduce themselves, and figure things out. Besides, he might have to play dumb. Who knows what might be required to happen... "I suppose we'll see soon enough." He says, nonchalantly.

@@Yoshikupo, He shakes his head, deciding to break away from meditation. "No, but I suspect it's obvious. Considering how I'm amongst you lot." He states, trying to sound monotone; he thinks it makes him sound cool. "Tell me, are any of you considered different in some vital, important way?" If his suspicions were correct, it was someone rounding up those with power. (OOC: Do you plan on returning to Bronies of Equestria? I've been waiting for something over there for awhile...)