<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIzkKg4t5XU/WtY-KHiWpNI/AAAAAAAA1Xw/EnHhROAO_WEy0_zJh3l74jZFxDamIU8GwCLcBGAs/w1200-h630-p-k-no-nu/Tony%2BThornburg%2BLuncheon1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Emil Archer Colton</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Hephaestus<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Hephaestus House -> Training Grounds<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Open<strong>Mentioning::</strong>Phoenix<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Saturday, June 20, early afternoon<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Tired<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Casual Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2578/0910/products/product-image-860881673_1024x.jpg?v=1571763931)(https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/aJ4AAOSwy85ebFGS/s-l640.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Emil yawned into his hand as drove down the road between the main gate and the parking garage, the black sedan fairly inconspicuous for someone of his status. The 17 hour flight from Japan had been absolutely exhausting, and no matter how many times he made it, it always left him more tired than usual... Or perhaps that was just the anemia talking. When he got his car parked and turned off, he unloaded his suitcase from the trunk and dragged it along behind him on the way to Hephaestus House, hoping with all his might that his roommate had vanished off to somewhere for a while. Not that he minded her presence much, but for now he just wanted some solitude.<br/><br/>Depositing his luggage in his room, Emil's next task on the list was a steaming shower to wash away the grime from his travel and give himself some time to reminisce over the work he had just finished. Although his band was on temporary hiatus, he had landed another prominent role in an anime to be airing within the week. After a month of abusing his throat in front of a microphone alongside his colleagues, Emil was nothing short of ecstatic to give his voice some much needed rest.<br/><br/>When his shower was finished, Emil dressed in something a little more casual for the time being, then began the march to the training grounds. Hoping to find one of his fellow security members practicing so he would have a sparing partner, Emil instead found devastation that could only belong to a small handful of people at the Village, but only one of whom was a likely suspect. Emil murmured a small prayer for whoever had pissed Lex off and began to warm up his muscles a little with gentle stretches, glad for the opportunity to let his arms and legs move freely for a while after his prison sentence in the sky.<br/><br/>As his stretches came to an end, Emil closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on his body and willing his blood out into the open air. The crimson liquid flowed from a small scratch on his right palm that had yet to fully heal, swirling around his slender form like a ribbon. Even with 99% of his blood outside his body, Emil retained full control of his limbs through a form of self-puppetry, albeit at a much slower speed of motion. He gestured with both hands, splitting the ribbon of blood into two walls that shot to his sides, an attack that if used on an enemy would fill them with tiny stab wounds across every inch of their skin. Another gesture and the blood returned to Emil's front, forming a sphere that swirled menacingly before firing crimson needles into the ground a few feet away at a speed and density that would put machine guns to shame. Another gesture and a hop backwards, and the needles shot upward to assail whatever foes had survived the onslaught, and yet another movement returned his blood back to the sphere.<br/><br/>With even just the short while of practicing, Emil had drained a fair portion of his energy and so as to not pass out in the middle of the training grounds, he returned his blood safely within the vessels his power called home. Instead, he put his head on a slow swivel, looking to see if anyone else had a similar thought and decided to show themselves in the wooded practice area.