<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>Vivienne, Isabella<br/><strong>Mention:</strong>Bence, Kara<br/><hr/><br/>To head down into the kitchen on a dark, stormy night for a bite, Santiago couldn't decide on whether or not being visited by Vivi The Apparition would be solely frightening. Being unable to punch a ghost always kept them in the terrifying bracket. The girl's 'boo' had ceased to sway his neutrality on the imaginary scenario despite the chuckle it did draw from him. "Jeepers." Following his given attention to her was the extension of an arm towards one of the pool rails to take a small chalk cube as it rested next to... so that's where he set his drink down. "A ghost does trump a laser-shooting eyeball, I guess." He said as he topped off the end of his cue with the chalky blueness.<br/><br/>Continuing around the table, Santiago was getting ready for his next shot. Hesitation hindered the immediate reveal of how exactly it was he survived the savagery of his many assailants that afternoon. Bence's rant was right there as if trying to amplify his guilt reflex. Natural it might have been to feel that empathy he let overwhelm himself and claimed they lacked. Crazy, Santiago decided, he would never use to describe Red if their paths continued to cross going forward. In actuality, however, Purple knew his judgement on the matter resided in a different ship. His reasons stemmed from staples incorporated into the character of his soul among the several years he existed. Briefly unlocking brown eyes away from the white cue ball on the wide, green table, he would glance up at the two women currently accompanying him in an effort to gauge if they were pondering anything similar in regards to their own battle. Truth be told, he didn't want them to be because all of them, together, were part of the reason for his ultimate feelings. Though jealousy was definitely down in the pit of his stomach as he noticed Bella already returning with another drink. Eventually, he'd need to catch up as the browns lingered momentarily to catch the sway.<br/><br/>"My<em>thing</em>just makes me think I'd probably baffle Isaac Newton." Back to Vivi and back to his pool game, Santiago proceeded with his shot. The stick and cue ball were aligned while his back was hunched slightly for stability to attempt to sink in the black eight ball Black -<em>Funny</em>- had been eyeing. It should have been no problem just like the rest. The white ball, unfortunately for him, did its own defying of physics as it sped off into a side pocket for a scratch after his stick's initial hit. Bewilderment would be the returned look to Isabella upon her wink his way. He could have sworn he had it lined up right as his head tilted slightly. Technically, this meant he lost if the game were real. It kind of ticked the prideful Latin as he decided to lift the veil off his power as the rattling of the cue ball travelling within the table could be heard.<br/><br/>Santiago made a quick check to both of his sides for any onlookers and a swift motion with his free hand toward the eight ball, though still far from it. His index finger was once again extended as if it were a pool stick lining up the ball with a vacant pocket. As if pushed by some unforeseen force, the obsidian sphere would start a quickened roll on its own towards the aligned hole until it fell in. "I can't feel it too far, but, for things close to me, what I'm guessing is their magnetic field is a constant attraction. From there, it's either a push or a pull. I'd say it beats a scratch any day." Sternness had returned to his persona as he followed his explanation up with a wink of his own back at Isabella.<br/><br/>Grasping his drink and putting the pool cue down on the table, Santiago took a route around it until he was not too far from being next to Vivienne as he rested his rear against the pool railing as he stood and drank. With the physicality of a professional fighter, odd the comparison must've been of the small-framed chica when next to him. He wasn't fooled, however. Vivi had been tough since she walked in. Still, just as odd was an unforeseen force, once again, presenting itself. This time it was a pull as any gap between Santiago and Vivienne became non-existent as she'd feel her side gravitating to his own side without much delay. The force held her there almost like glue, but less sticky. "Well, I guess that sums it up for us. How about you over there, queen bee?" He asked over to Isabella atop the seat as if it were a throne as a casual downing of his drink followed as if he didn't have the Asian girl stuck to himself.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Violence. We're missing it.</strong></div><br/>Immediately upon hearing the reemergence of the dark, female voice living in his skull, Santiago made a watchful scan around the pub. Drunkards were the only ones he noticed, not violence.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Are you fucking with me?</em></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Do you think this is something I'd fuck around about?</strong></div><br/><div align="center"><em>Dammit!</em></div><br/>Her logic was flawless. Setting down the empty glass to the side that Vivienne was not on, he turned to both of his... allies? "Not that I'm trying to deal with more bull, but we should probably find Crimson and Pinky. There's something going down." He informed them right before Bence's mobicyte did informing of its own.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>I am still here. The Human did not get rid of me as I thought he wanted. We were attacked, but we are safe.<br/></strong></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Wonderful, but shit! What the heck, Santiago?!</strong></div><br/><div align="center"><em>Don't blame me for this.</em></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Well, if you weren't busy courting, we could have gotten in on it.</strong></div><br/><div align="center"><em>Do you hear yourself when you speak?</em></div>