<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/45/31/0e/45310ed9cd6dd045be76a075e78d1a49.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Santiago Leon<br/>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257949.msg13244699#msg13244699)<strong>Alias:</strong>Purple Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening/October 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>BYOB Pub<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bence, Kara, Vivienne, Isabella<br/><hr/><br/>There was a time when Santiago would have thought being able to read other people's minds was cool, but, at the current moment, it was just plain freaky - and he had already been communicating mentally with his own sadistic mistress all day. Still, dwelling on the oddness didn't seem like a practical use of his energy after everything was said and done. He was an X-man now, apparently, and it was probably best if he got used to that fact. At least he had some fellow mutants to accompany him... even if he was still unsure if they could be entirely trusted.<br/><br/>"I think 'goofy freak-out' is an understatement." Santiago said in response to the blonde's also surprisingly friendly approach, still preferring old-fashion words at the moment than to speaking through thought. Turning his attention from the beauties and the brute, he glanced back at the bar. He did not expect to be desiring another drink so soon, but with the madness of the day, getting fucked up never appealed more to be sobering.<br/><br/>The scarred-up ruffian then returned his focus to his present company. What a random group, and if they were all like him, fate certainly wanted him associated. Otherwise, why even put him in the same pub at the exact moment in time they were all there. Some omnipotent being somewhere was definitely getting their kicks.<br/><br/>From one to the next, Santiago's extended index finger rose to point. Kara was the first target. "Pink." Then Vivienne. "Black." Bence was to follow. "Red." There was a momentary pause and squint of half-bruised brown eyes as he got to Isabella. "... And Green, although I'm not seeing much of it in the wardrobe so it must be the eyes." The pointer stood down and joined his other hand at his sides with both thumbs hidden within his jean pockets. "Aliens or no aliens, I'm going to get hammered. You all don't seem too terrible. Crazy, maybe. The fact that you're all in summer attire in the fall is kind of a dead giveaway, but the voice in my head has me placed in the same boat so I guess I can't talk." Out of all of the other rangers, Santiago's gaze fell upon just one. This time, his communication was all mental.<em>Vivi, was it? I'm partially still trying to figure out if you were serious about those drinks, but I'm old school anyway. If you want to join me at the bar, I got you.</em><br/><br/>With that, the call of another Sailor Jerry on the rocks had Santiago turning to head towards the bar counter, but then one last thing had occurred to his mind. His un-hooded face looked over at Bence. "I play 8-ball if you're still up for it. Just rack 'em." His next sentence was for the group. "The name's Santiago, and..."<em>Shit.</em>"I'm Purple."