"Hm? My scar?" He runs his hand over his chest, he begins to smile again. "It was deadly. It was an electricity wound. Someone else had electrical powers. My heart would've stopped if it had not been for timely intervention and another healer like me." He rubs his chest softly as he talks, remembering the pain.
"I did learn to work around it. I like to think it made my powers even better. It was hard though, I was mostly alone. Not that my friends didn't help, they just couldn't. They didn't know any better, but I know what you're going through, and I don't think you should have to face it alone." He leans in and kisses his cheek one more time.

At the mention of the electricity, Vincent takes his arm away and shoves his hands in his pockets. It makes him feel kind of guilty, even though he didn't do that to Liethell...he can still remember the times he has shocked people and all. It just makes him feel horrible...though he knows that isn't the others intention.

He kind of squeaks and blushes a bit at the kiss. He was thinking of what to say back, but that train of thought just stopped on him. "No one should have to go throught something like that alone." He says softly, once his brain starts working again.

"Precisely." He beams and rubs his back. He only lets him go as he walks into the fast food place, so he can dig in his bag for his wallet. It has a knock off of Hello Kitty on it. "Is there anything you want in particular Vincent?"

Vincent leans into the touch a bit without realizing it. He chuckles a bit, smiling, when he sees the Hello Kitty knock off. Guys like My Little Pony, so he isn't knocking it...he just thinks it's kind of cute....and fits Liethell a bit from what he's seen so far. He just shakes his head a bit. "No....I'll eat about anything really." Unless it looks like it's trying to kill him.

"Suit yourself. Wait here a moment, I'll just be getting us some food." He rubs his shoulder and stands off in line. If it weren't for his obnoxiously long hair and the strange, soothing feeling he emits, he'd blend in here...

He returns with a bag and hands him something that might've resembled an egg sandwich. "They say egg is good for you." He tries to offer him a smile, as if justifying his choice. He pulls out another sandwich dripping with grease. It definitely does not have any eggs in it. He takes a hearty bite out of it as he walks them both away, back outside.

"Alright." Vincent says, watching him and the other people. He feels an urge to protect him should the need arise though he doesn't know why to tell the truth. He doesn't think that'll happen, but just in case it does and all.

He laughs a bit when he sees what Liethell is eating. "That was the most hypocritical sentence I've heard in awhile." But he thinks it's funny personally. He just starts munching on his sandwich, walking with him. Liethell's sandwich looks kind of nasty to him-it is one of those sandwiches that looks like it is trying to kill him and all.

"Hey," He laughs and nudges Vincent, "It won't kill me. Hardly anything does. I meant to show you that sometime." He beams and leads the way. "We've got a car waiting for us way out on the edge of the city. It's to keep rumor from spreading and I become the next Jesus Christ Superstar or something like that. It's a miracle the boss even lets me do this.." He smiles, as if he knows exactly why the boss lets him do that. "We're a few hours away, so you'll be in for a bit of a road trip. Maybe we can stop by some abandoned building and we can try and tease your powers out real quick?"

Vincent rolls his eyes a bit. "Ever heard of leading by example?" He's still smiling a bit though. He means for it to be a joke really. "How big is this?" He's talking about the magical world and all. "What do you mean?" He asks when he mentions the boss and that he's lucky that he can do this and all. He doesn't seem too happy about the idea of his powers and all. "Usually bad things happen." He kind of mumbles, not wanting to think of those times.

"Yeah, well, I'm teaching you what not to do then." He grins and takes another bite out of the gross looking thing that they call a sandwich.

"And if you're asking how big the magical crime scene is, well." He thumbs his chin, "There are criminal magic users all over the world. I've got contacts over in Russia and a few in China, one guy in South America somewhere. I think magic users probably influence or control the economies of a few smaller nations. You can be sure that you'll find at least one familia or gang or some other system in in most major cities around the world, and you can find smaller groups elsewhere. Now, not every magic user resorts to crime." He takes another bite, and he continues to talk with his mouth full. "But it winds up being pretty easy to fall into it, since that's were all the big kids are, and you'll never find a better support system than here. We can cover up stories about magic users, make people vanish completely, bust users out of jail. We can hide things nobody else can hide. We keep secrets and we're pretty good at it. Not to mention, we offer a lot of power, more so than any average gang. That lures people." Finally, he swallows and quits talking with his mouth full. He throws his arm over Vincent's shoulder again.

"I'm not going to say we're all best friends here in the underbelly of the world. Most of us are criminals. Pirates, murderers, hookers, thieves, hitmen, drug dealers and users, we've got a group of cyber hackers somewhere--you name it, we probably have it. We all share a common bond and common goal, to stay hidden.

"If you're asking about my boss, I think he has some reign over most the mideast of the United States and he's encroaching on the south, but we're not going anywhere near Mexico. That's Lady Death's territory and boy is she hell." His brows crinkle up as he thinks and thinks hard about something. "I think we're in cahoots with some guys in Canada and I think Australia. Might've been Austria, I forget. But my boss is pretty big. Padrino Fransisco is a ruthless man. I don't think you'll be meeting him, fortunately."

Vincent just shakes his head as Liethell eats on his sandwich. Seeing that sandwich makes his stomach upset a bit. Good thing he's too hungry to care right now. He just stares at the other as he talks about where he has connections at. "Do you travel that far? That often?" He has to ask. He's never traveled too far in his life, always in this country. He can't help but feel kind of anzious as Liethell talks, and he's not good at hiding it. He doesn't want to be into crime or anything...but he doesn't want to shock someone and they be serverely hurt or dead either. It is like he doesn't have a choice here. At least not a good one. And the more he talks, the more that anxiety/uneasiness grows though he does try to squish it down.

"Do I want to know?" He asks, thinking about Lady Death and all. Part of him is curious, but not too curious at the moment. Maybe later. "Why there?" He can't help but ask at this point. "Is it bad that I prefer it that way?" That he doesn't meet the guy.

(I meant to mention that maybe he has a small ability, like one normal people would write off as luck/charisma. Just that it would be mroe likely that people would do what he asks/says depending....but it wouldn't be a big difference, just enough so...say...if he hasn't ate in a few days, someone might buy/make/whatever a sandwich or something for him instead of ignoring the hobos like normal or something. I have been meaning to say this for probably over a page now but I kept forgetting D: Don't want my guy too persuasive...though that could be fun in a crack rp XD)

(Actually, persuasion would be a really clever power to have. I think Liet is old and experienced enough to have some resistance to it, so if you want his persuasion powers amped up, go right on ahead. Just be sure to describe them to me so I know what's happening and when it's happening!)

"Well..yeah, I do." He shrugs and smiles. "I met my partner in Russia. I met a few others there too. I have a lot of students there...and the guys over in China are some good old friends. I think the guy in South America has a crush on me, but he and I used to play poker for a few nights every week..." He listens to him ask more questions, and he cocks his head in confusion.

"Why where? Austria? Haven't a clue. Probably has something to do with the beer. Or do you mean Mexico? Mexico has a lot of magic-using gangs, and they're all subservient to this mean young woman known as Lady Death. Absolutely terrible. You can find videos of actual executions her henchmen carried out online...And no, it's not bad to prefer it that way. Tons of people are scared of Padrino."

(Well, until he learns about it and how control it, it would be based on need/emotions when it crops up. So far...it's only been when he hasn't eaten for awhile and all that fun stuff)

Vincent tilts his head a bit, thinking about what he means by partner. It can be used so many different things nowadays. "Students? How many?" It's strange to think of it that way, at least for him. He snorts a bit, unable to help it, thinking about that one guy. Considering how Liethell acts....can he really blame the guy?

"Germany has better beer." He can't help but say at that point. "Yeah....no. I don't want to know about or see that." He knows that for sure. Executions aren't something that he enjoys watching to tell the truth. "How long has he been the head?" Curiousity, it never goes away...sometimes it shuts up for safety reasons though.

"Uh..." He scrunches up his face. How many students did he have again? "I had a lot. I lost track..."

"Germany has better beer, but the gangs there have been pretty unstable lately. Nobody wants to take their chances aligning with them. I think Padrino has been head of the familia for six, seven years almost, but he's been a leader in a bunch of other positions long before that. He's a good leader, all things considered." He finishes his sandwich and licks the rest off his fingers for a while. Tasty...but still pretty gross.

Vincent snorts at his answer. "I thought that would be something someone should keep up with." He would try to at least. He's still smiling a bit either way.

He frowns a bit at Leithell's words. "Why is it so unstable?" If he can't get along with a person, he's the type to try and get away so there is still peace and all. He just nods a bit. "Yet it's better if I don't meet him?" That sound a bit contradicting to him to tell the truth. He makes a face, unable to help it as the other licks his fingers.

"It's sad to say, but Germany is struggling with skin-heads lately. We're a mean bunch of people, magic users are, but very few of us are actually going to join forces with a potentially racist group. He's a good leader," He stops a moment to truly think over what's going to come out of his mouth. "He's a good leader, but he's a very grumpy person." He nods, and as he walks, he glances around. They're approaching a more industrial area, and he smiles. "We can find an old warehouse around here to duck into real quick, and then we can see what you're capable of."

Vincent just sighs, kind of heavily. "For some reason, that doesn't surprise me too much." He's thinking about the past a bit, Nazis and other things. He just nods a bit. "I'd probably be a bit grumpy too..." If he looks scary, it can cause loyalty just because of fear of what he might do...and some people just have that temperment. He can't help but look unhappy at Liethell's words. His entire life, he's tried to avoid any situations that would cause his magic to come out...though he did fail a few times obviously.

He meets his unhappiness with a smile. "Don't worry about me. I've lived through some ugly battles. I doubt what you do will really hurt me for long." He reaches for his hand and squeezes it, "I promise."

Vincent can't help it. It's the way he's wired apparently. "Still don't want to hurt anyone." Not even Liethell...even if he could take everything he could dish out or not...that's not the point. He doesn't even realizing it, but he has started to chew on his lip.

"Well, think of it this way." He speaks as he looks both ways and crosses the street. "Technically, you won't be hurting me. I will feel pain for a brief second, and it'll be gone. It's like getting a shot, you know?"

Vincent just follows after him, looking as well on instinct. "Pain is hurting you." He almost feels like a petulant two year old or something at the moment. "And I don't even know if it'll work." He hopes it doesn't really. He doesn't want to hurt Liethell.

(and his reaction if he does will be: -runs away- XD)

"Look, don't worry about hurting me, you'll see what I mean." He leans over to kiss his cheek, in an effort to alleviate the poor young man's anxiety. He closes the warehouse doors behind them. Light filters through broken windows, but there is no layer of dust, suggesting things get moved about here. "Okay, you stand right about there." He nudges him to a spot some feet away from the door and walls. He takes about ten paces back.
"You said that your powers only work when you're endangered, right?"

The kiss doesn't work on Vincent this time, he doesn't even squeak for once. He hopes Liethell is right on this one to say the least. He's never stuck around too long after it has happened to see how bad off the person was or wasn't...though he always made sure they got help and all. He just stands where he's told. A knot has formed in his stomach, worried about what's going to happen and all. He nods a bit slowly. "Yeah..." He doesn't like where this is going, that much is obvious.

"Okay." He nods and he stretches his arms out, "I'm going to attack you first, on the count of three, okay?" He takes a deep breath and stands with his legs spread apart, arms out and ready for whatever may come..

The idea just makes Vincent feel really sick, though he keeps that down and away for the moment. He feels like just running away at this point, like a child, but he isn't for the moment. He nods a bit hesitantly.

When the attack comes, unless he's pretty much touching Vincent, it will be kind of like a powerful shove, but from the hulk almost, which, at the same time, causes Vincent to fall over.

(How I describe things: using more fictional characters! Woo)

Liet shuts his eyes. He moves slowly and deliberately. His movements resemble some westernized sort of Tai Chi. "One." He counts, and he remains still as he does so. "Two...Three." He makes a sudden movement forward, and a bolt of light bursts out of his hand, aimed at Vincent. The arrow hadn't even had a chance to hit when both the arrow and Liet are shoved backwards with great force. Liet falls back, but with some grace, he manages to roll back onto his feet. The glowing bolt fades out of existence, and Liet is grinning. "That was wonderful! It seemed to backfire on you a little as well, is that normal?" He laughs a little, wiping dirt from the ground off his clothes. "Can we try it again?"

(It's alright! It gives me a good idea of what's happening!)

(And the lightning thing is only close range...when he does it. Touching or very close to it.)

Vincent is just so very anxious as Liethell counts down. He hates this already...because people have been hurt when something like this has happened. Liet looks fine though. He just gets up. "Yeah, that happens every time that happens." With lightning, it doesn't work like that. The other just gets fried and he runs for the hills pretty much. He just stares at Liet like he's crazy. "You....want to do that again?" His brain can't understand that at all.

"Yeah! That felt more like simple force, and not the electricity you were talking about, so I want to see everything you can do. Is that okay with you?" He asks, but he already took his battle stance and--is he bouncing? He's bouncing, like a kid on Christmas. What a strange man.

Vincent kind of whines at his words. "That only happens up close." He kind of mumbles. Like close and personal, say if they were trying to stab him or something of the like. He just stares at the other. "How can you be so excited about this?" Liet is braking Vincent's brain at this point. Seriously.

He keeps smiling, "How can you not be? Look at what you can do! It's wonderful. Do you know how many uses force can have? You can break a fall or stop a car from hitting someone, or you can give long distance hugs--There's so much you can do!" He looks so giddy, he even laughs, "And if you do have electrical powers, that's even better! You know what you can do? You can control electronics or sooth neural disorders or change the direction of a bolt of lightning or power a city for days!"

Vincent just frowns. "All I've seen it do is hurt people." So he can't be that optimistic about it, truth be told. Yes, it was to keep him safe, but he doesn't want to hurt people either. He just shakes his head. He'd rather keep all this under wraps, learn how to supress it more than use it. Not that he wouldn't want to learn how to use it eventually...but learning to just keep it from hurting people is more important to him at this point.

His smile dampens a bit, and his overeager battle stance softens. "Really? Well...Just let me see the electrical thing. Just once before we go. I can't teach you how to control it if I don't know what it is. On three?"

"Really. All I've ever been able to do with it is hurt people." Vincent just sounds sad at that. He's never wanted to hurt anyone, but that's all he can do with his abilities at this point. He nods a bit. "Yeah, lets do it." He isn't too enthused, but how can he help otherwise.

"Alright." He readies himself, and like before, he calms himself as he counts down. "One...Two...Three!" He rushes at him. His hand is glowing, but in his speed, it's hard to tell what's in his hand...

Vincent has no clue what he's doing, what's in his hand, beyond the fact that he's attacking. Once he gets within a certain range, very close to Vincent, there's a loud crack as the lightning comes for Liet. Vincent makes a strange noise of his-he'd rather do the force push thing than this. A weak version of what just happened could kill a person.

(I felt like being overdramatic so loud boom! XD)

hehe >u> lightning is an impressive and showy thing.)
Liet is thrown back, and he lands on his back without the graceful roll he had last time. There's a heart-stopping moment where he just doesn't move, and then he sits up grinning and laughing. His hair is frizzling out of it's braid, his clothing scorched in places, but he has no visible marks of damage anywhere else on his person. "That was amazing Vincent!" He jumps to his feet, taking off his shirt to put the embers out before they start. As he struggles with it, he's laughing like some sort of madman, repeating phrases like 'that was amazing' and 'so much potential'.

This time, Vincent doesn't fall or anything. Lightning tends to have more of a negative effect on the other person more it seem. When he doesn't move for a moment, he makes this strange noise, about to run on instinct-he'll call 911 on the way, but then Liet moves. "You are fucking insane!" Hw can't help but yell while Liet is laughing and excited and all about being electrocuted. "Did it fry your brain or something?" That's the only way he can explain it at this point.

"No! No, it didn't do anything! See?" He points at his body. The scar is still present, but his skin is otherwise smooth. A few pink sparks fall off his skin. "I'm excited because that was a lot of power Vincent! You can do so much with that! Oh man," He laughs and stomps out the last of the embers on his shirt, "It's like being young again!" Strange words coming from a seemingly young man himself...

Vincent looks so unhappy at the moment, mainly because he thinks no one should be that excited after something like that. Though he is relieved that the other is fine and everything. "Being young again? You don't like exactly ancient to me over here." Now that he knows the other is okay, he's calmed down a bit and all.

"Oh," He laughs, "I'm old. Really old. Look, that was great." He grins and pops open his bag, looking for a new shirt. He finds one and pulls it on over his head. He balls up the roasted one and throws it in a nearby can. "Okay, now that's done, let's go meet our ride. Don't look so sad!" He proclaims as he sees Vincent's face, he trots up to him and wraps him in a tight hug, "Nobody got hurt. You can poke and prod me all day and I promise you won't find any injuries."

"How old is really old?" Vincent has to ask. For some people old is 30 and for others it is a lot higher. He has no clue of what to expect from Liet at this point really. Most people would at least be serverely hurt at this point if not dead. It bothers him a bit at how easily Liet is taking all this. He squeaks a bit as he's hugged. "But you could have been." He kind of mumbles, the entire idea bothering him. He's thinking about others that have been hurt.