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[h1][color=a0410d] Raylan Elisha Wilcox [/color][/h1]
[i][u]Location: Range.[/u] 
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Frank look at Raylan with a glare, not once but twice. The fact that those glares were also directed at Grace meant Frank knew something. Raylan doubted he really knew anything but Frank at the least had a suspicion that was enough for a headache. Either way, Raylan sat with his arm propped up the arm of the chair and his head resting on the back of his hand. It didn't take a mind reader to see that he was already board out of his mind. 

Any worry that Raylan had was erased when he heard the name Loki Cage. "[i]Who the fuck has name like that? No parent would name their child Loki Cage, not one. He picked that name. I aint calling him that, fucking Cat Boy.[/i]" Raylan thought to self. His mutation looked like it hurt more than anything. Raylan instantly hoped that the chain he had been using at the range was still there. 

The pretty boy. Whatever his name was next. Raylan instantly thought of the Sandlot and those shoes when he described his powers. Those shoes that could make a kid run faster and jump higher and whatever else. He seemed liked a decent kid but seemed soft at the same time, and not in a good way. Raylan decided that his name was Charmin, like the toilet paper, becaue it too was also soft. Raylan let a smerk and the smallest of chuckles escape.

Next was The Mean Girl. Raylan knew from the first look and her upturned nose, he hated her. There was no chance they were going to get along. She kept staring at Charmin. It was starting to get creepy and that was coming from someone who just as comfortable sleeping drunk in a gutter as he was in a bed with roof over his head. She apparently could make people do stuff. "[i]If I had a body like hers and tits, I could make people do shit too. Any girl can do it.[/i]" 

The moment the child started talk Raylan's mind instantly drifted to something else completely different. Whatever she did or said was completely and utterly lost on him. He let his mind drift off into song and music. He could hear every note and utterance made in the song. 

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Here's my story, it's sad but true
It's about a girl that I once knew
She took my love then ran around
With every single guy in town

Yeah I should have known it from the very start
This girl will leave me with a broken heart
Now listen people what I'm telling you
A keep away from a Runaround Sue

I might miss her lips and the smile on her face
The touch of her hair and this girl's warm embrace
So if you don't want to cry like I do
A keep away from-a Runaround Sue
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Raylan was instantly snapped to a voice in his head. His face twisted in anger but he didn't move a muscle. He hated anyone in his head. Period. Frank, shrinks, psychics. There was no exceptions to his rule. Raylan did everything he could not be mad her [i]This isn't her fault, she can't help the powers she has... Stay the fuck out of my mind. I've whooped whole sale ass and put people in the hospital for less than this you little shit bird... No, calm down. It's not her fault, she didn't ask for this and she can't control it.[/i] Raylan's mind went back and forth from understanding and rage. 

[i]"Confidence looks good on her."[/i]Raylan thought to himself before adjusting himself in the chair.[color=a0410d] "Raylan. Cataclysm. I make all that is living do the hokey pokey."[/color] Raylan said not really looking at anyone. Well until he could feel Frank's glare.[color=a0410d]" Fine I'll do it."[/color]Raylan said not even not bothering to look at Frank. He already knew what Frank was doing and going to say. 

Raylan looked at the dent left by Charmin. A couple of seconds later a loud metallic pop could be heard as the dent disappeared and the wall came back to an even and flush look. After the pop Raylan stood up and walked into the range with his cup of coffee. 

On the range there were a few metal orbs. They were always there, five in total. He could reasonably control two of them at a time, three could get a tricky, four was hard and five...  Five was dangerous for everyone around him. 

Raylan picked up two if the orbs with one hand. They were only two inches in diameter, that alone made things hard. If they were larger and heavier things would be easier. However like Frank said earlier, he was there push them past their own limits and Raylan loved a challenge. 

The two steel orbs floated in the air. They floated just off to the right of his head. Raylan took a drink of his coffee. In the a blink of an eye one of the orbs were gone. A booming clang of steel hitting steel rang out,  loud enough that it hurt Raylan's ears. He didn't wait for the ringing to stop, he sent the other orb. 

When the ringing in his ears less. The two steel targets rose, one after another. Raylan walked over to the steel targets and pulled out what was left of the orbs. It was harder to pull the orbs out than it was to send them. 

It took a few minutes but he managed to scaveng most of the orbs. With all pieces in his hand, Raylan walked back in to meet everyone. He put his cup down on a table and cupped his hands. The sound of metal Bending and crashing together could be heard coming from his hands. When Raylan was done, he had a single large reformed orb, it wasn't perfect by any means. One could still see the lines and cracks in the orb from reforming.  If he had the time or the interest he might be able to make perfect but that wasn't important right now. 
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"I create and control magnetic fields. That's the short of it at least."[/color]Raylan said as he softly set himself down in the lounge chair.