[h1][i][color=ed1c24]Jack Ashbourne[/color][/i][/h1]
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Jack's smile grew as he heard her accent. Maybe Slavic, definitely cute. [color=ed1c24]"I think that's a pretty cool power. You can travel the world, not have to deal with stupid flight procedures."[/color] He personally hated flying, at least in planes. Why wait in line for hours to get in a flying death machines that served terrible peanuts. Who liked peanuts?

As she asked about his power, Jack began to remove his hoodie. A black t-shirt showed itself underneath. [color=ed1c24]"Haha, I like it. Your English is great. As for my power..."[/color] he gestured towards his chest where a red light could be seen throbbing. Slowly he lifted his hand till it was parallel with his body and watched as his veins lit up with the same glow. As it reached his fingers, they began to heat up. Closely a small flare sparked to life, flickering in the air. Concentrating the tiny flame grew on his pointer finger. [color=ed1c24]"Fire. My powers fire. Not quite as original as converting yourself into electricity, but it keeps me warm at night."[/color] He laughed again, snuffing out the fire.