[center][color=red][h1]Alex[/h1][/color][/center]

Alex grinned. He'd been having great fun testing his new found 'power'. Alex had tested the knife at longer and longer distances, even from one alleyway to another and found his power seemed to work no matter the range. Though it was slightly draining, not enough to make him stop. He'd been skating around town for a couple minutes now, his shift started soon so he should probably get to the cafe. Alex had even practiced throwing it at thing as he skated, finding that he was incredibly accurate. It just came naturally and even if he was slightly off course it seemed he could correct it slightly with his power. He'd just turned to head to the cafe when a hole made of shimmering lights opened in the wall in front of him. Alex tried to halt but the portal was too close and before he was able to come to a stop it spat something out, vaguely human shaped. 

In an attempt to not hit it Alex jumped it. Unfortunately due to the forced circumstances he happened to land with one blade on a can. The rest as you would imagine, Alex tumbled to the ground in an undignified heap. He got up from the ground groaning and looking at his hand angrily, at least one of those fingers was broken. [color=red]"What the hell was that?!"[/color] Impressively enough he had actually regained his feet without the use of his hands while wearing roller-blades. Also he was pissed. 

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[center][h3][color=silver]Artemis[/color][/h3][/center]
Artemis jumped out of bed, literally, and looked at the digital clock at her nightstand. Only one hour? It felt like she'd slept for twelve. Oh well, perks. She tossed on a sweatshirt and some sweatpants along with some sandals. Just because she felt charged didn't mean she wouldn't get coffee. Of course she wouldn't make her own. She'd never managed to get the same flavor the local cafe did despite her best efforts. Artemis had considered applying for a job just for the experience but had decided against it. 

Luckily it was only a few blocks away and Aremis was quickly waiting in line waiting for her coffee like everyone else. She arrived just in time to see a goth girl sitting by herself in a corner curse excessively loudly and spill hot coffee all over her self. Or cold coffee since it wasn't burning her and there wasn't a corresponding scream of pain. Artemis looked again, the coffee was steaming, clearly hot, but this woman was acting like it didn't affect her. Interesting. Perhaps it had nothing to do with anything. 

But it had happened too close to her powers developing that she would find someone with either an incredibly high pain tolerance or resistance to heat. Artemis noted the girl's appearance for later and idly ran her fingers over the lighter in her pocket. She'd nearly forgotten it'd been there. Artemis had a habit of grabbing things laying on the ground and you'd be amazed at what people dropped and left behind.