Jörmungandr seemed almost upset at the lack of recognition she was getting and let out a low, slow hiss. "[color=B22222]What are you doing, you dummy,[/color]" Ash frowned, dragging Yormie back to him and forcing her to wrap around his neck again. "[color=B22222]Stay there, you nosy brat.[/color]" Yormie dug her head under his jacket collar and began to slither down between his sweat jacket and leather jacket either in an act of protest or a sudden need for warmth. Ash nodded to the two when the two said they were fine, his brow furrowing and the frown he previous had returning when he asked her for a ride.

"[color=B22222]You've caused enough of a problem for the poor girl,[/color]" Ash said as he rolled his bike forward, looking from the two to the kid in the van. "Oi, vanny, give this shithead a ride to the hospital, yeah?" He waved at the guy behind the van, not quite able to make out who he was, not that we would've known him anyhow. He hardly knew anyone at the school, though a decent number of folks knew him. In part because of how rarely he showed up, and that he tended to dress a bit... unusually. That, the motorcycle, and his tendency to bugger off whenever the mood struck kicked off a rumour that he was in a gang. That he had stolen from some kids at school and other bits of bull along those lines. He wasn't too against the rumours himself. Got people off his back.

"[color=B22222]Let the girl get out of here, guy. Or I'll let my hell hound nibble on whatever is dangling between your legs,[/color]" Ash said as he fiddled with his pockets, pulling out his bandanna, some sand pouring out of his pocket, more falling off of the bandanna as he shook it loose and brought it up to his face. He rolled his bike forward toward the boy and the girl and leaned in toward the kid that just got hit. "[color=B22222]If you're gonna do something like that again, try n' do it when no one's around to see. I figured there were kids like you around here. Keep your head low, idiot.[/color]"

He sat back up and adjusted his jacket, zipping it up as the last of Yormie's tail slithered out of view. "[color=B22222]Stay safe kids.[/color]" Ash reared back on his bike, the front wheel popping off the ground for a moment before he shot off, leaving the two be. [color=B22222][i]Well, that's just fascinating. First Curt n' I, now this kid. Yormie didn't even like Curt until recently and now she's all interested in those two. Makes you wonder... Makes you wonder.[/i][/color]

He stepped off of his bike ten or so minutes later, now free of desert sand, bandanna down around his neck, leather jacket halfway down, Yormie back around his neck, hiding in his bandanna. He walked with an unshakable confidence, hung low with a scowl that dared you to [i]try[/i] him. Off his bike, he was a tall guy, having a two inches on his brother thanks to the mohawk. Once he got the boots on he got another inch and some change. Just shy of 6ft tall, a short punky mohawk, amber eyes that in the right light glowed red and shot daggers, a mouth full of pearly whites, and a pair of rough hands that usually swung by his sides in fists. Nothing about his outfit said he was looking for a friend. A black Sabaton shirt, under a grey hoodie, under a black leather jacket, with black jeans, black leather boots, and a half skull bandanna all came together to say fuck society, fuck your expectations, and even fuck the weather. In this desert heat he'd dress however he damned please. Now that he had this flashy new power of his, overheating ceased to be on his radar either. He could wear a parka and feel a-o-k in the dead of summer here.

He made his way through the mall, en route to his typical watering hole, figuring his brother would be there. The only guy that was more regular than him was his brother and that's because he didn't have the stones to skip out on school and check out their new gift. Normally he'd play tag with his bro and avoid him until things got boring, but something was worth talking about. That something being a certain punk that managed to drop from the sky. There were other superheroes in the making here and Ash wasn't too thrilled about the prospect of having to deal with any punks with powers. "[color=B22222]Usual,[/color]" he waved to the barista with platinum hair as he sauntered in, making way straight for his brother. "[color=B22222]We're gonna have a conversation[/color]." Ash glanced at the baristas, his eyes locking on the silver haired girl as he felt a tugging in his jacket, Yormie poking her head out of his sleeve to try and investigate the girl.

He glared at her and turned his arm 90 degrees, Yormie falling back down into his jacket. He looked back at his brother and grabbed him, dragging him past the counter. "[color=B22222]We're borrowing this,[/color]" He less asked and more told the barista, slipping into the backroom and slamming the door behind the two of them. "[color=B22222]There are other...[/color]" He started, glancing at the door before looking back at Curt. He frowned for a moment as he hesitated to put it into words. "[color=B22222]I think I found more people that can... Do... things.[/color]" He opened his palm, a small flaming dancing along the lines of his hand. If that didn't make what he was trying to say clear, he'd have to beat Curt over the head.