This Snow... This unnatural clearly magical... clearly up to no good work of somebody under Chaos... Was getting really really annoying, making daily life extremely hard. With the Holidays, the date of Exams getting closer... Internet getting laggy... Computer sales going down.... Money amounts dropping... He found himself depending hugely on Ramen and Warmest clothes of his closet to get by, why he has been taking less and less baths.. Almost like the grime made his flesh stay just a bit warmer, and Here he was.. Bottom of the Pits, the Bar, a place to catch a drink and forget the chill outside. How the bar stayed open with few guests... How anywhere stayed open with all the rules and limitations of staying home... No telling. Maybe the bartender lived there?

He walked in the door, taking off a layer of jackets and shirts just to feel the warmth on his skin, glad for the coatrack... that wasn't there before, owner probably brought it out from some closet? Maybe he never noticed? He huffed and puffed face red from attempting to stay warm, made his way to the bar just as a female with pink hair spoke of cheers and friend. He ignored her, taking a seat near by, maaybe.. Wishing for human company... Or maybe he wanted easy access to the sweet liquor.

Calmly he spoke softly to the bartender, "New tab, Alex Vesper.." He showed his ID confirming his age and what name to place the tab under, soon asking what to drink followed with. "A small glass of weakest cheapest whiskey.. on ice." Taking the small cup of brown liquid staring at it... It was so simple... This little fluid causing others to grow silly.. It was suggested to him as a method to gather more starseeds, but he didn't have quite the stomach just yet to actually... Do it. Or abuse his powers like that. Everyone he met, just made him feel sicker at the idea. He was so screwed... So screwed. A small groan followed with a swallow and warm liquid down the throat... Followed by warmth of lungs. A small gasp, and breath. Man. This sucks.

He stared at the half filled, it wasn't the best tasting he'd ever had... The female from before plopped beside him in a seat singing hello, swirling with waay too much energy. She faced him speaking of not going cheap, but rather the good stuff... Singing all melodious that normally he would have felt for and fell all over with.. But recently too meloncholy to really think about it. Though the moment bartender left and she flashed him white pearly smile breaking into another sinsong voice filled with sarcasm, he couldn't help but absorb the energy from her and smile back eating it up.

Two new glasses there, she coyly said her tab, something making Alex's ear flickered with high interest. He didn't have to pay? He didn't have to worry about his little money for holiday? Thought process broken by her finger wiggling, followed by her walking away with her glass. What? His brain slowly broke, slowly processing... She just made a move and invite, oh okay. He picked up the glass she paid for, slipped out of his chair accepting her little inventation finding the company.. Warm, bright, and Definitly refreshing in all this snowy nonsense.

As he slipped in next to her he took a small sip enjoying the sweet flavor, even greater than the first. "So, what's a girl like you doing here in this 'Wonderful, cold, brightly colored night' as you had put it?" He asked attempting to sound cool, but the voice coming off slightly uncertain at the feminine presence.

She released a small chuckle giving his heartbeat bit of a small confidence, watching as she lifted her glass after her exposition why she was here. Taking couple swallows before release a small cough, he barely even caught it. He took a small sip swallow as she spoke her questions for him to answer, the glass clanking on counter top.

He tapped on the bar before giving a small answer turning her domineer friendlier than before, "well.. With all this Winter wonderland it has been a bit harder to get side jobs, so guess you could say wanted to have somewhere to relax forget the newly arised troubles. Some would say a Christmas Miracle, not sure how I feel about it." He shook his head uncertain to be grinning glad for the company or sad that he didn't really have many funds this Christmas.

Those green eyes he could just feel staring, they were rather intense and very pretty.. He couldn't find himself to match them, no they actually made him shuffle slightly uncomfortable. He rarely hung out or talked to others, especially females. A small blush raising on his cheeks uncertain how to handle it. Usually he would get invited to parties, and enjoy large amount of company.. But there was more than 2 people, it didn't depend on him to carry on the conversation, really he purposefully made a fool of himself. Something he was beginning to struggle with, as pressure to capture others Starseeds seemed to only grow.

However it especially didn't help the last female presence he had for a long time was Marceline (whom also had green eyes), a presence you didn't want for a long time. He quickly attempted to bring up something that had made him happy, even a little... "Uhh, Managed to get this old Video Game code to work.. With little trees instead of asteriods.. And the ship planting seeds as a person instead of bullets shooting those asteriods... But uhh no real rules to lose." He struggled more shifting back and forth uncertain to lean away from her or toward her, wow he really should get out more.

She spoke her name he gave a small nod, "Pretty name." He relaxed a bit more, taking a small release of air. "How long have you lived here? In New Paris?" He wasn't exactly certain how to continue this conversation. Slowly after a pause he gave a sigh, "You know, All the years I've lived here... It rarely snowed but a little here there. Suddenly large heavy amounts of snow... Almost wish the Christmas Miracle would just go away, come back another day." He gave a half laugh at the reference, a reference didn't even mean to speak out loud.

Snowstorm from Hell? In the world of magic, that certainly wouldn't have surprised him. Didn't they say hell was worst if it freezes over? That fire is weaker to Ice? He pushed the unnecessary thoughts down focusing on sucking on the liquid in the glass. Her eyes still just staring, still making him very uncomfortable, while twistedly making him crave her to stare more. A mixed pit in his stomach he couldn't quite explain, that he was certain was exactly normal.

She tapped on the counter asking for a drink, he with a slight uncertainty mimicked by placing the glass next to her asking for another. Noire continued on about her life, saying it was where that most people wanted to know, he never quite saw that way. Then he thought about how the police always treated certain questions... Certain Areas... As bad.. Began to wonder if she spoke of Old Paris, rather than New. She seemed to read his mind, leaning forward ignoring his commentary, asking of if he wanted to know. He was debating a reply, wasn't quite sure if he should fall for the trap or not. Luckily a chuckle escaped her, letting him the air to breath... Room to pick up his drink and pretend to gulp it..

A clunk of the glass making contact with wood, as she set it down, slowly he lowered his watching her curious what she planned to do now. What he hadn't expect was her raising the palm speaking of hands... Claiming they tell the story, and he stared at it feeling the offer to just take what he wanted from her... Oh how clueless she was that he could learn bits and pieces, he had... used similar technique to practice.. But.. it just. There. "Yo-you had a hard life.. I get it.." He mumbled looking away fearing his ability.. Fearing the fingers, the palm, the.. the.. Fate he had been placed it. Should she had insist with small cooing, he'd give a small sigh before giving in.. Almost an instinct to react to the sound of cooing, something new he hadn't been aware trained into him.

The skin upon skin contact, palm to palm, he tried with everything not to active his ability.. Unfortunately, his ability untrained had a mind of its own.. Acted of its own. All his thoughts of that cooing, of his ability, accidently caused him to flow the whole awakening process he had been through. The danger of skeletons, the child, screaming for help, the shining knight, Marceline appearing, The false wish, the true wish... The memory transfer finally ending with the pain in his chest subsiding.

Moment he managed to regain control of his ability, he instantly pulled it back just about falling off his seat with a slight crash. Quickly he backed up, while picking himself up, "I-I Have to go." He spoke swiftly and quietly heading straight for the coatrack attempting to put on his outfit to rush back outside. Something he failed due to his panicking shaky hands.. Only managing to get first layer half on.

"This is why one shouldn't wear so much."

She came sudden, he hadn't even noticed her movement toward him, oh no.. He was too focused to get out that door, so as the voice suddenly came from no where a small mouse squeak practically escaped his lips as he jumped. What was with his life these past couple weeks? It was like he couldn't catch a break at all.

Woman easily slipped around him tugging at the fabric, eyes locking with his own, the bright green burning in. There could be small shivers felt across the skin, should somebody had reached out to touch the skin. The eyes froze him on the spot, causing him to listen to her as she spoke, stepping closer invading his space complete, hands blocking any exit not that he had the will or effort to do so anymore. Lady Marceline? Gift? She knew.... More than just the memory? Both Ways? He almost felt a gulp at the very thought of going the other way, toward another's personal thoughts... Those.. Made it near impossible to steal starseeds, partial why he hadn't yet... The many many failed attempts.

"Relax. No need to panic. No need to stress."

The words coming from the lips gentle soothing, slowly he placed the things back on the coat, heartrate slowing down its panic just a smidge. A smirk slowly crossed the woman's face, a small movement placing him just a bit more of an edge. Almost like a rabbit getting ready to jump and get far far away from the stalking kitty cat.

Her words were about him figuring it out, already... His thoughts flickered toward her knowledge, that perhaps she knew... A detail she did in fact clarified, all while steering him back toward where they were.. Back toward the stoll, caught up in his thoughts and slight fear he hadn't quite notice or caught on. Just listened as she spoke finishing with them talking... Why was it always talking, at least it was just talking. Slowly he shifted back into the chair, shifted immediantly to take a gulp of his drink... The numbness, he needed that numbness feeling.. Did he used to drink this much before the Halloween incident? He couldn't quite recall..

Taking a deep calming breath he forced himself to fully relax, he spoke softly at first, growing in confidence as he continued on. "It.. It.. Works both ways, just seems to happen when I touch others hands. Not quite sure how it works, but I-I've practiced only past couple days at uhh... Cafes and random locations, but I can't quite control it. Sometimes I make the connections they learn of personal things.. Other times I learn their.. personal things." He shook his head fear running through him, mostly what Marceline will do to him.. Should he give too much information.. His distrust growing, looking at the woman eyes narrowing, "How do you know Her?" The way of phasing Her almost sounded as if he viewed her some higher unreachable being, one to be feared.

She responded by turning away, making his guard raise even more ready to throw him off the stool should she suddenly attack. What she did however was signal the bartender getting the actual bottle this time around, this chick really liked to drink the alcohol didn't she? He was already thinking he had a bit too much, wondering maybe he should shift to just slipping from this point on, and get out of there quick. While lost in his thoughts he practically saw what looked to be a viper attacking toward the bartender, making him just bit nervous and jumpy. What the? He turned to her eyes bit wide as her fingers laid on the male's sleeve before asking the male to leave.. For a moment.. He'd thought. she'd... Maybe he did need another drink, paranoia was definitly getting to him with all this magic and soul stealing...

Once the man was gone, and done left the bottle, she began again explaining that Marceline had visited her as well. Green eyes piercing turning toward him, studying him making him shift ever uncomfortably. "So... You can.." He started uncertain how to ask, 'oh hey you have magical powers?' only to swallow his words as her features seemed to change to one of happiness, what had he done? His body slowly shifted away attempting to flee, but too scared to complete take out that door. The smile definitly not helping, where did Marcelina find this one? His gut swore the female was almost just like marceline herself, her idea came out starting about both ways again. Hand raising... Asking him to give it a try. He instantly shook his head and hands, "Oh.. no. not again... No, It-it." he started but already caught in the spider's trap of curiousity. His silver eyes staring right at the palm, it wouldn't be hard right? "I-I don't even know how to control it." The insecurities coming out as excuses, eyes shifting to meet her green ones... Only to instantly shift back to the palm blush raising, he is gonna have to..

A small gulp he raised his hand making hand to hand contact, it wasn't her memories that was shifted first but rather his own his demands that as a child toward julius as a child that they should end villains of the world... That everybody lies... Those powerful emotions as he told his brother about their parents murder and his investigation. Instantly he pulled back clearing his throat, "Sorry, you weren't. Okay." He focused more this time let.. Him into her mind..

Focus. He placed his palm against her own completely wishing to see her memories, again a small flicker of his own fixing computer in a room the sense of loneliness... This eventually shifted to her memories once he had a grasp of hers he attempted to dig for the details, and did they come in fast. Pains of getting beat up, he felt everything she felt at that very moment.
ooc: I'll add his reaction to her memories after I get a summary of what he experienced, pming now.

((Preview of Finished reply, Will delete unshared details/ What Juju doesn't want)

Panic, fear, dirt burns... Whole body ache, xe didn't know what to expect just the anger of betrayal anger at them all.. How dare they, How dare All fo this. They were Family! Didn't that Fucking mean anything? Kicks, Punches, gagging, the pressure of those around her. Those cold hard eyes, murderous, shouting commentary, demanding. Tears, they were roough and muddied, as trash as xe was.. Trashy this whole place, these damn bastards were. End them all.... All movements were gone, but body torn and broken xe just didn't want to die... Didn't want to just be the end here.. Small tears slowly dried up in xer anguish.

Then came what looked to be an angel bright green hair words coming out of softly amused "my,my,my noire wynter. you are a special one. I can do great things for you. And in return, you'll so great things for this world. Shall we give you a chance at a new life? One where all the door's that had been shut are now open? There will be no bars to hold you. Come with me, embrace chaos, my dear~"

Hope... Shining green light of Life. Xe reached out acepting the life given, another chance... Without even thinking or hesitating xe agreed to let xer soul be corrupted, work fo this chaos. As long... As Long End Every single Damn one of them that Dared do this TO XER.

He broke away tears dripping down his face confusion the memories not his own jumbled and mix those strong emotions of pai, hatred, and anger for revenge. He felt it made his body tingle to go take action to end them, just reach out show them what it was like to be on the recieving end. quickly he picked up the bottle, screw self control.. This this.. His hands shaking poured the bottle only to be too shakey and gave up leaving the bottle where it was. Only to turn toward her in anguish the memories still lurking, his, "Why did You Want me to Know That!" Across the bar, the bartender giving them a look of. 'Durnks'.

He turned away from her taking deep breaths calming down, returning to his more neutral normal mental state. The sadness and pain still lurking causing small tears in his eyes turning to her uncertain of exactly what he should say.. What should he say. Don't kill them all.. Vegence isn't good.. What.. Was the right words here? Lie to her, say that time heals all wounds? This uncertainty... Mental debate... Just left him empty, quiet, and staring at the glass wishing it was full again but scared of breaking the bottle against... Something. All that anger, how could somebody feel so much anger? To the point of murder?