Raptor Jesus
Earl of Phantomhive
Milineum City. It seemed to be a common meeting place for the group known as Conduits. A small group of Conduits even began to form overtime, however they soon broke off and went their own separate ways due to internal disputes.
However, despite this, one of the members of the group opted to stay in this city.
And that man was Richard Weems.
He didn't have much going for him back home in England, so he might as well stay here where he's among more of his kind. Where he'd be socially accepted because of his abilities, rather than treated like an outcast.
On this fine day, a bank robbery was in progress in downtown. Four armed thugs, two in the front with the hostages, and two in the back with the cash. This was going to be easy. Richard casually strolled into the bank with a cocky grin on his face, causing the the thugs yo draw their weapons.
"Gentlemen!" He exclaimed nonchalantly in a cockney sounding accent. "Didn't your mummy and daddy ever teach you that its rude to take things that don't belong to you?"
"The fuck?! You got a death wish or somethin' pal?" One of the thugs questioned as he kept his rifle trained on him. Richard didn't respond, instead only grinning as he raised his palm towards to the sky, a small ball of fire appearing seemingly out of thin air. "Shit! You're one'a those goddamn Conduit freaks aren't ya?!" He shouted, earning a chuckle from Richard, who shook his head before shooting said thug in the chest with the fireball, causing him to fall over and fall unconscious due to taking a nasty hit on the head.
The other thug grabbed one of the hostages, a woman who appeared to be no older than Richard himself, and put the gun to her head. "Don't step any closer, freak!" He shouted, though his shaky voice clearly indicated fear.
@Neko Shogun
However, despite this, one of the members of the group opted to stay in this city.
And that man was Richard Weems.
He didn't have much going for him back home in England, so he might as well stay here where he's among more of his kind. Where he'd be socially accepted because of his abilities, rather than treated like an outcast.

On this fine day, a bank robbery was in progress in downtown. Four armed thugs, two in the front with the hostages, and two in the back with the cash. This was going to be easy. Richard casually strolled into the bank with a cocky grin on his face, causing the the thugs yo draw their weapons.

"Gentlemen!" He exclaimed nonchalantly in a cockney sounding accent. "Didn't your mummy and daddy ever teach you that its rude to take things that don't belong to you?"
"The fuck?! You got a death wish or somethin' pal?" One of the thugs questioned as he kept his rifle trained on him. Richard didn't respond, instead only grinning as he raised his palm towards to the sky, a small ball of fire appearing seemingly out of thin air. "Shit! You're one'a those goddamn Conduit freaks aren't ya?!" He shouted, earning a chuckle from Richard, who shook his head before shooting said thug in the chest with the fireball, causing him to fall over and fall unconscious due to taking a nasty hit on the head.
The other thug grabbed one of the hostages, a woman who appeared to be no older than Richard himself, and put the gun to her head. "Don't step any closer, freak!" He shouted, though his shaky voice clearly indicated fear.
@Neko Shogun