Location: Right behind you.
, @Silver Carrot
He wasn't standing there a moment ago, but Jason was getting quite good at moving silently, without much thought at all. His mind was either so jumbled that even he got confused at times by it, or it was just white noise, almost impossible to detect. White noise was what his mind had been, at least until he'd heard the part about "beauty."
A few short minutes ago, he'd still been directly outside the club, brooding to himself, when the message had barreled through his mangled mess of thought processes, and called out over his own mind. A message to all other mutants, to forge a path forward together:"To the lonely souls lost in the world, to the forsaken and depressed. Do not be afraid, there is no need to cry, no more need to run away or hide. I am one of you, you not alone. We are the chosen ones, the ones whom are currently being oppressed. Where we are forced to hide from sight, where we are called freaks and monsters. We are not monsters my brothers and sisters, we are a different branch of mankind. So I urge you to leave where you are hiding, find others like yourselves out there. Tomorrow I will guide you to where we can all meet. Under a new light. A beacon to guide us to the future which is waiting for us. Seek love and passion, and go forth... with my prayer."
Shortly after, everything went crazy.
The interior of the club suddenly erupted with shouts, gunfire, and roars that no human was capable of making, followed shortly by the sounds of his comrades engaging it. Jason was about to slip back into the club to take a look for himself, and maybe, if he was in the mood, assist them. That was before he noticed a familiar face being carried, unconscious, out of the club by an individual he didn't recognize, followed promptly after by another individual that had briefly faded in and out of his mind in the past few minutes. This definitely warranted an investigation.
He stood still, watching them while they conversed, trying to gauge the situation before he leapt in. Heidi had followed the guy, and seemed to be having a pleasant conversation with him, and from what he could hear, Aya was going to be fine, well, mostly. He was sponging up the information, up until he heard the one singular word that warranted him finally stepping into the open.
Jason stepped out of the shadows, his red eyes peering out from under his hood, his hands in his rather comfortable pockets, attempting to smile cheerfully. He was failing, miserably. His X-Factor was still going off, not just for his two friends, but the stranger as well. There was no doubt now, whoever they were was indeed another mutant. "Hey, don't get comfortable calling Heidi attractive."
...That hadn't been what he'd meant to say at all! Well, he'd said it, so he had to roll with it."I can assume you have something to do with the message that was broadcasted into my head, not so sure about if your responsible for whatever the hell's happening in there..."
He jabbed a thumb back towards in the direction of the club. "But, that's not why I'm here, I had an urge to check on my friends, and to make sure you weren't trying anything."
Jason moved closer, pushing his hood away just enough for his peepers to have a better line of sight. "I'm glad you weren't, I was feeling lazy tonight, and the man hole cover over there is doing it's job so well."
Jason was never the kind to throw the first punch, not that he would've attempted to punch anything anyways, there were far heavier things in proximity then his fists, it was an attempt at a bad joke.
Maybe he should work on new material. God he wasn't good at this."I should probably introduce myself, names Jason, who're you?"