There was this one time...(Open Thread)

[elijahwells]

"Hey Buddy..!"

It was a slow night, the club missing its usual performer becuase of a late night cancellation. The blond angelic looking creature was drinking at the bar, enjoying the quiet of a night with out music. When you were a pianist, especially a professional one, odd gifts are no, it was your air. But Sometimes, just sometimes you needed to breath a different life.

"Pretending to be an old man?"

The man in front of him was drunk. Made obvious by the other man's attempt to half ass pull him away from a made up confrontation. But Elijah, he said nothing, he merely moved to take another drink.

By the next time the man spoke, he had found Eli's attention. Though he hadn't listened to the full insult it involved his mother and what they had done last night. it was a last straw so to speak, however he was pianist and the cane had left him far past the condition of being a good fighter, despite the basic self defense class. He would wave down the bartender, the blond curled locks bouncing around his face as he made a gesture to the Piano.

The bartender, didn't know him from Adam, but the fact that someone had picked a place like this and dared asked to use the piano on the empty stage...it would be enough amusement to see him booed off if he sucked so he gestured him the "go for it" head nod and let him be.

Eli, who ignored the cries out of the man trying to start something hobbled his way over, resting his cane to the side of the old wooden and ivory friend. His fingers running across the keys once before he started playing.

It seemed happy, at first. The tune was a quick light one. but despite the good nature of the tune, as Eli's eyes opened, everyone was starting to feel just that much more unsettled. Though the pacificts just started to look uncomfortable...the others. Those quick to fight anyway already looked like their hackles were up.

As the man in his twenties played away with the skill that only a true professional could have he knew it was only time. Only time til the music found its way into the ears of the less patient, the aggravation that was stash in each note played starting to reveberate into just the right ears.

It was then the fights started, the kind hearted bouncy music being a soundtrack to violence as the first punches were thrown. Some would hide under the tables...some would try to run out..the over ego, big mouthed men..they would start picking fights with people that didn't need canes, people that could action lay them out with a single punch.

And Eli.....he just continued playing..now with a smile on his face.

[Rowan Willis]

A tinge of white smoke poured into the room, the figure watched from a distance. Arms folded across his torso. There was an Egyptian man watching this even when he could use this man's talents to his advantage for future reference. The djinn admired the music before when he played the notes during the Grand opening of his inn. Rowan explained to Elijah that the symphony was pretty interesting. The sounds must have made the patrons fight, punch each other in the face, there was a look and then frown.

That beautiful figure of pure white, loin cloth hugging between strong legs for those incredible jumps, he can even scale walls for such talents. His superhuman strength was not forgotten as he could easily shatter tables and walls with one hit, but he did not. His chest and stomach was toned, some of the muscles of his upper arms showed he was all male with a hint of lust and the lustfulness of the immaculate figure that was full of magic wasn't effected like the last time. Besides, he wasn't an evil djinn or he would have been ugly as resources has it.

His small, pointed ears looked as if they were seen on a fey, the left ear showed two small, silver loop earrings he wasn't effected by silver so he wore them much as other jewelry. A pearl was embedded in his navel, the object shined in the light, during moon and sun, it was very precious. Another pearl sat in the center of his forehead. His body was white like pearls, it glistened and shimmered showing that you can look but touching was all off limits. Before he walked to his acquaintance over there he changed back into the more innocent-looking guy, male and had light brown curly hair.

In his djinn form he was more powerful with a hint of magic and euphoric power that flowed from every bit of his pores. Standing five ft ten, while his other stood to about six ft one walked through the violent people towards the piano player. "Elijah?"He spoke out, his tone Arabic and there was a worried look on his face. He can smell the blood in this room. This really is not something he liked at all. The fighting was not necessary wasn't it?

[elijahwells]

"Necessary? "

His fingers still across the keys, leaning over them to rest his elbows on the wood frame work. His eyes were still smiling.

"No...but fun."

It was callous, cruel even in ways. He stayed relaxing there his back stretched. He had delt with bullies since the accident. Ever since his world collapsed his views on reality had warped.

People weren't his friends, they wanted to use him. His eyes were jaded as he scanned the crowd. It wasn't that he was evil, or even that he had malicious intentions. It was just.....he gave as good as he took. He had been glared at, he had been black balled in his own talent pool and envied or hated for either his blood line or his own abilities.

Those clear eyes slipped over to the man, or what he would call a man. Even now there seemed to be no stopping to the punches, but he could hear the sirens that would bring the cops in. People were funny that way, all they needed was a catalyst, all they needed was that one little push.

"I take it you don't approve?"

His voice was as sweet as could be imagined, soft and gentle. As sweet as his music really. The arched position of him resting on the piano stayed constant as he waited for the answer.

[Rowan Willis]

He approved, he most definitely approved all of this man's abilities. They were both supernaturals which obviously mean that even Rowan has enough magic to change most of these people into snails and slugs just by thinking what to turn them into. But, he did not when the temptation came every second in a half. "I do. It's just....Elijah, these are innocent people who has friends, family, we are different than they are. The problem is I am worried..about you. Though, I don't know you personally, but I'm much like you. A supernatural. I have so much magic that I could turn this place into a sand dune if I wanted to. Instead, I learned to use my gifts the right way. The community could use your talents just as some may look at me as a spy or as a weapon for taking down some enemies with my powers. "He did hear the siren, Rowan did not use no magic since it's against RPIT law to use any on a person.

Rowan could heal all of them, but the amount of his healing can drain most of his energy, he will then collapse from exhaustion needing all the rest. Biting his lower lip, he explained of his true identity, it really was no sense hiding anymore. "I'm a djinn" The djinn, power and are said to have enough supernatural power of a given species. They fed like a vampire, honed abilities of the paranormal, shifted like a shapeshifter, and even had a gift of bending the element to their liking.

His element was air which he can summon it, manipulate it, even blow wind from his lungs through his mouth at anytime to show just how strong his people can really be. All that tempting offer, and yet, Rowan never quite used his abilities as of late but has for survival if needed. Friends were hard to find, to use is not always a bad thing and sometimes it can make one feel special. To be selected for your skills is a great feeling, if he can only convince this man that like Rowan, there was skills that he saw that can be of great use as well. He never lied as the djinn usually didn't have to. If his eyes and ears seen as well as heard, then Elijah will see he was seeing him as a person and has seen this...power. Perhaps, they can talk alone, see what is bothering him. If that was even possible as Rowan can feel his emotions, it was if he was there with him.

[elijahwells]

"We aren't the same."

His voice though femine, soft, gentle was firm on that point. They weren't the same, this man, this creature never knew mortality. A creature of magic with infinite abilities and a lifetime to create a new him. No they weren't the same. Not when Elijah wore the scars of accidents, the bitter reminders of mortality and reminder just how fragile the human body was.

His eyes flickering half closed as the Sirens stopped the police came in. He watched the Djinn fix the mess with a sigh and glanced up to the police, there was something lacking when your fun was taking away by the moralistic.

He was just a pianist, that was what he would tell them anyway. The lean on the cane obviously to envoke the sympathy that usually followed, as the police questioned the bar scene. He was just the crippled guy that was playing the piano. Just a boy really, twenty two years old with the face of a angel. He would never start a fight, especially when the only thing people saw was him walking away from the initial confrontation, ever the pacifist.

"There's no such thing as Innocents Sir...Just people that haven't sinned yet."

[Rowan Willis]

Elijah was absolutely correct, they were two different people and each has their own lives each with their very own demons to consider. Doubt he was going to get through to this one so easily, it was either try to help him or leave him be though part of him was still worried of the paranormal who had some magical abilities that he explained the first time of what he can do with creating this waves to make people do things based on what they hear.

He heard his own species can charm and sway upon the eyes that saw their immaculate figure, hypnotized them as the frame moved like a serpent to a background music of some kind. Rowan was impressed to what the wizard can do with such gifts without anyone knowing it. As he listened about innocence, he nodded in agreement. "You're right Elijah, there is no such thing is innocent. I believe that, but then everyone has sinned rather small, medium, or large. We each have our very own sin in itself. "According to the theologians every man on Earth was a sinner which they both each viewed in a different set of eyes, different outlooks too.

They sounded like some Philosophers deciphering the meaning of life, he still found the fellow unique though doubt his acknowledgment of the wizard was any significant at this point as it looked like. Rowan had his own views and opinions, he valued this man's much the same way. He then apologized for interfering in the man's music, not like he was trying to lure him away from the instrument. "I...I...am sorry if I interrupted you. "He did not know what part of him made him go over to the pianist and take away something he enjoyed for a living. Now, he felt he ought to leave Elijah be, after the two met the first time he pretty much enjoyed his company and no doubt still does.