Thread: Chaos and Order...and So Much More. (Anaeria and Methos)

The world had become a strange place over the last few months. Something was off. People were dying and returning to life altered, they were experiencing accidents that altered them permanentlythis wasnt supposed to be reality. This seemed too damn much like a comic book. And yet here he was one of the freaks in question. Hed had his own near death experience. A plane crash, the world had gone dark. He had been sure if was over. But hed woken up awake on a mountainside with a damn cougar licking his face. Strangely he hadnt been dead. No not dead at all. In fact he was better than he had ever been. Stronger, faster, more agile, tireless. His sense of smell was sharper, his vision improved especially in the dark. If he was injured he recovered like some sort of freak. He wasnt normal he was far better than that - he was supernatural. Why was he herewell he had to be somewhere. He was thought dead at home and there was going to be some explaining to do if he surfaced there. But he had little in the way of family, his parents were dead and hed been unmarried. Hence it was easy enough to pull up stakes and head to South America. After all he had a medical degree and there was always some NGO on a mission of mercy eager to hire any doctor that would contemplate it Hence he blended in here more or less. He was identifiably a foreigner but there were enough that while it was a rarity it wasnt particularly remarkable. He did stand out in crowd though. Brilliant blue eyes and slightly longish blonde hair assured that. That he stood a head taller than almost everyone about him seemed only to assist in making him stand out. But he had bought a house and lived rather quietly. Well quietly was perhaps a bit of an exaggeration. After all slipping from ones house at night to rescue a kidnapped child. To pull people out of burning buildings and to drive off gangsters from otherwise quiet streets wasnt particularly quiet. Just as some people seemed to have been drawn to using these new powers for evil, falling in with gangs, robbing banks, hurting people, starting fires and generally spreading chaoshed felt compelled to do something about it. He felt rather ridiculous about it, he pulled on a black mask like he was Zoro and bounded off into the night. But he had to think as opposed to lying dead on the mountainside there was a reason for his continued existence and a reason why he was suddenly so gifted. Just as he spent his days aiding the sick he seemed to wind up spending his night seeking to aid the helpless. Hed been rather embarrassed by the grainy dark pictures of him that kept appearing in the papers. Here he was some sort of damn hero and he looked pretty provisional in the photos. After all you hadnt seen Batman fighting crime in running shoes, jeans and a t-shirt! He really needed to do better than that just for appearances sake. People had expectations about what supernatural heros were supposed to look like. Although the idea of having to design a costume slightly rankled. After all he was just a guy trying to help out, not Superman for some invincible titan of a similar fashion. But he rather liked the name the papers had been using for him The Guardian. However, as he stood there mulling over recent events he noticed the empty house next door was being moved into. His eyes lingered on the red haired, pale skinned woman who looked to be the likely occupant. Cute. Although at a glance there seemed something deeply unhappy about her. But naturally he couldnt quite put his finger upon it. But he watched her unloading some strange plants for a moment. Before he turned away from the window and walked back down towards his basement. After all he had a wardrobe to correct.