[ Before the trouble starts, Rafa's night is very normal. He's ensconced in a booth, surrounded by brothers in arms. He wears a long leather coat with the hood pulled up over his hair, shading his face from casual onlookers. He's well known here; openly Enhanced, yet a staunch opponent of Registration, Rafa has often spoken of violence, warning that the Enhanced will be targeted. His involvement has been suspected, though never proven, at dozens of incidents across the city. These days, when he's in public, he's with his brothers.

Of course, they all abide by the rules of this club. Violence isn't tolerated here, but that's not what stops Rafa. This is a place welcoming to his kind. Even those who want to hide what they can do sometimes come here, just so that they need not feel afraid.

It's a good place to recruit. ]

Get another round.

[ He says to the man at his side, who quickly disappears to do it. Meanwhile, Rafa beckons to the person who has just caught his eye. He leans forward across his table, and holds out a ringed hand. He crooks his finger, and a coin from the floor zips up between his fingertips. He smiles. ]

I've not seen you before. Are you new to these parts, friend?

[ Behind them is the club, or what remains for it after the explosion took it down. The crowd is centred on one man, who at first glance appears to be standing on something. The closer you get, the easier it will be to see, until finally it's clear that there's nothing beneath him. He's hovering there in thin air, his hands outstretched, a deep purple cape flowing in the wind behind him. As you approach, even the light around him seems strange. It seems brighter in his vicinity, lighting him from below, and making him look larger and more frightening. His eyes are dark and blazing. His hair is loose in the wind. At first he may appear to be alone, but there are others in the crowd, hidden there - allies of his, waiting to act if he's challenged, or even attacked.

This isn't Rafa's first time. ]

My friends, my brothers and sisters. My Enhanced brethren. I call upon you today to stand with me. Stand with me, in opposing Registration. Look how this world cries out for us. When the fire fell from the sky, we were here. We were changed, the power was given to us. We did not ask for this power. We did not cry out for it, or beg for it. Yet it was given to us all the same, power beyond the dreams of our human relatives.

For we are not human anymore. They have made that clear. They asked us to Register, as though our nature alone makes us dangerous. That, alone, showed their contempt. Now they have shown us their hatred. They have attacked a place we came to in peace. They have killed our brothers. I told you it would come to this. Now that it has begun, it will not stop until we are on our knees before them!

[ His voice has risen louder. Rafa lifts higher above the crowd, his arm lifted. While the crowd watches he wraps his powers around a large windowframe that had belonged in the club. Now bent and twisted out of shape, it looks as shattered as the rest of the building. Rafa closes his fist, and the metal shrieks and squeals beneath his power. He compresses it, forcing it into a solid ball. ]

My friends, we are more than they know. We have strength that is greater than their governments, greater than their stolen weapons. We have been granted real power. We will not stand idle while they wipe us away! Now is the time to fight! Rise up with me, and take this city from them! The time is now, today!

[ With his crowd stirred to more violence, Rafa leads them into the streets. They split off into different groups, using their powers against anyone spouting anti-Enhanced rhetoric - and a fair few who happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Rafa lets that happen. He knows it will draw out the Vigilantes, the ones he really wants to get his teeth into. He stays at the centre of the violence, watching as it spills through the streets and helping where he can. ]

[ When the veil lifts, he can't believe how far he's fallen. He knows these streets. He's walked them all his life. He remembers every moment of it, and yet he knows he hasn't really been here for more than a few days. How much of it was real? He thinks the explosion was, and therefore everything that came after it. The people he'd killed, the damage he'd done...

It had taken a job of work to get away from his gang of Enhanced thugs. They'd tried to follow him. No doubt they're still looking for him, along with half of the city. None of that matters anymore. He was sent here with a job to do. Nothing in this world is what it seems, and one objective is now crystal clear in his mind: he has to wake the others up. The problem is going to be how he'll make them listen to him, given the person they'll think he is. Given the person he's just been. The first thing he does is pull out his phone to text Shane. That's who he needs. If he's still lost in the mire of this world, he'll probably hate Rafa right now. He'd be right to. But it doesn't matter; he needs to try anyway. ]

shane, we need to speak. please, it is important.

[ And now the rest. The purple cape he'd worn to make himself visible has already been discarded, left to be trampled in the crowd. Rafa edges towards the alley, watching for the right kind of person, and - there. He grabs the boy by his scruff, pulling him into the alley and directly into a sleeper hold. When he collapses, Rafa borrows his baseball jacket and hat, and rejoins the crowd.

Primarily, he's looking for people he knows. Literally anyone could be a new prisoner from another world. He'll be watching for them, but that means watching for strangers. He's looking for his friends, too. Somehow, he has to convince them of who they really are, so that they can work out this mess together. If he can do that without getting arrested for treason first, it'll be a miracle. Find him if you dare. ]

[ ooc: Prompt Rafa! I'm halfbloodly if you want to plot. ]