Who: Ryan Anderson [open] Where: Playground When: Afternoon What: Hanging around Rating: TBD, but probably high Status: Incomplete
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Ryan sat high up on a tree limb, looking down at the younger people at the playground below. Mostly children. There was no expression on his face. No emotion. Though he did wonder what life he would have if he had at least pretended to be normal, to not be crazy, for a while longer. If he had not burned his house down. Then again, he supposed Angel would have come back anyway with accusations. Those damn Ethros demons sure liked to talk. He knew that from experience.
But if things had been different, he'd just be a regular boy with no soul. Instead of the teenage warlock that he was today. It was easy to steal powers from other magical beings. He hadn't yet focused on witches yet. Mostly demons and others like them. He had not tortured anyone lately, though. Last thing he wanted was another incident like he had with Elisabeth. Not again. For the moment, he just observed.
He noticed a young mother walking with her toddler son. "Now there's a good milf," he said under his breath. He'd love to experiment with that. But for now.. perhaps some harmless fun was in order. After a twist of his hand, the lady's skirt flew up behind her, and she yelled in surprise as she pulled it down. He chuckled at that. He decided to leave her alone for the moment. Bright side of doing this, he was high enough that he was basically invisible. As long as no one looked up.
Spying a young boy his age walking by the hopscotch, Ryan made another gesture. The boy then found himself pushed forward. Up against a woman in jogging attire, who was bent over the water fountain. She didn't like that. Not at all. She had swiftly turned around and yelled at the boy, while the boy himself protested that he had no idea how it happened. Ryan shook his head, wondering what else he could do now...