[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i]  Bus Depot -- New York City, New York
[color=#EEE8AA]Skills:[/color] Light Manipulation[/center]
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	Ezekiel watched Kristin get the wind knocked out of her and get thrown back and he grabbed onto Janelle’s hand. [color=#EEE8AA]”Well this just got exciting,”[/color] he said as the harpies descended and two of them started to go after his and Janelle’s pack. [color=#EEE8AA]”Hey! Knock it off,”[/color] he said and grabbed his pack and pulled out a pen and tossed it before he manipulated the light onto it to make it more shiny and desirable. Harpies, all they were were humanoid crows. He managed to get the one off his pack and two others distracted but the one going for Kristin and Janelle were still determined. 
	He sighed and opened his pack again and shook his bag of chips at the Harpy on Janelle before he opened the bag and tossed that aside in hopes they would go after it. No dice. Ezekiel huffed. [color=#EEE8AA]”Seriously? What a waste of good chips. Does anyone else have anything shiny?”[/color] They were just pests. They had a few back at camp but they were tamed and relatively friendly although they still had the same habits of taking off with something shiny.