Safe Keeping (open, three person limit)

Pitch black, the soft dim orange glow of his cigarette providing the only illumination for a few inches in front of him. Ethan was less than happy about this, especially with him being in a junkyard of all things, why was he even in a junkyard to begin with, it's not like this place had any use to him. But still, he could at least try to take a nap in a remote section of the yard, get a little rest before the sun came up and try to find a smoke shop so he could purchase another pack of cigarettes; he was on his last three and he needed the. Badly.

The sound of creaking, rusty metal didn't bother Ethan in the slightest, in fact it probably kept the rest of the trouble makers away, which, in his mind, was a good thing. However, something did catch his eye after a few more minutes of walking, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Something had settled down nearby and with a hint of curiosity, he moved off to check it out, taking one last big puff of his cigarette before tossing it in front of him, his foot swiftly crushing the smoldering material underfoot.

Rounding the next bend, he came to what looked like a women with a pistol, and some kind of pod like thing. Ethan, unsure as to what this was, stayed silent for awhile as he occasionally peeked around the corner, just to keep tabs on the women. Oh great, more trouble? The last thing Ethan needed at this moment was trouble, it had followed him around enough as it was and now, he had somehow voluntarily walked into it on his own free will? He had almost wanted to facepalm himself, but held back as he watched and listened to her.

If that's a gun, I might have to disarm it if she tries to use it on me. Gonna have tohit it with a magnetic blast.

The sound of scraping metal had gotten his undivided attention and from where he stood, could easily see the black shape perched on the metallic pod. Now Ethan wasn't going to move from his spot behind the cars, safe and sound but then that crazy chick had to start shooting off her....blaster pistol? The hell was this, star-wars or star-trek or something, that more or less had gotten Ethan's undivided attention as he walked out from behind the piled up cars. His powers weren't in use and he merely looked at them both with a sigh. God, this was going to be more trouble than it was worth and Ethan knew that. What Ethan didn't know however was that if life always gave you lemons, start making a fortune in lemonade. How that might work out for him right now, he'd have to think about it, that is, if he had a chance to think about it.

All at once, Ethan had leveled a finger at the pod, simply pointing at it for now but slowly, steadily, electricity was building up in his finger and while it wasn't exactly visible, at least not yet, the critter should have no problem, seeing the Christmas tree warning his finger was presenting it. Let's hope their nice aliens, actually, the one I can barely make out on the ship looks a mite angry, Ethan's initial thought was a bit disconcerting but right now, he was holding another gun and it was a nasty doozy of a hand-cannon that would make even dirty harry brown his shorts.

"So, what's up?" Ethan piped in finally with a nonchalant and casual voice, as he looked the area over. Nothing but metal cars, it'd be like a pinball game of death if he decided to start flinging magnetic shockwaves around like it was going out of style. "It's not polite, nor is it intelligent to simply start blasting like a lackwit you know. But I guess they didn't teach that at storm trooper school," now came the sarcastic remarks as Ethan moved closer, he involuntarily reached for a cigarette in his coat pocket but decided against it entirely. Instead he sighed, stopping maybe six feet away from the friendly neighborhood gun nut, a look of listlessness stamped clearly on his face.

Who was this chick, who was that alien, a couple of the questions that were floating around in his head wanted to be asked but he held his tongue, waiting and watching in a manner that spoke more of his patience, than his good manners and attitude. But yeah, he was really trying to get closer in case he had to disarm the crazy chick. His finger was still charged, still ready to dispense with body numbing pain at a moments notice. Ethan hoped he'd not need it, all he needed at that point would be more trouble and that's what a good jolt of electricity can cause for someone like himself; trouble. With a capital T.

"Sure, if that thing agrees. Otherwise, this is going to be trouble and I don't like trouble," Ethan grunted out his rather obvious warning as he looked around. He had never once, taken his eyes off the obscure black shape that was the xeno, a look of irritation plastered on his otherwise contemptuous face. He wasn't happy with this thing, nor was he happy with the alien chick, carrying around a weapon that had to have been ripping off George Lucas in every single possible way. He had let go of the electricity, the build up harmlessly arcing back up his arm and dispersing in a visible spectrum of bluish white that could only be described as man made lightning.

So she was a sensible sort, that was good. Ethan was already starting to like her and her sensibilities, when it came to the potential for trouble especially trouble that didn't favor her in the slightest. Ethan wasn't one for starting trouble, far from it. But he was however, fond of ending it, just so he could get uninvolved as soon as possible. "Since you can speak English, that just leaves the bug face over there. Hey, ugly, nod your head if you understand me," he stated, his eyes transfixed with that black mass of ugly as sin crouched over there. Ethan's eyes were adjusting to the low light conditions and more of the things shape was becoming pronounced and apparent to him. Yeah, he was right. That thing was ugly, with an upper case ugly.

"I'm not the one panic shooting a ray gun, orange peel. So far, it seems like you're the only one who isn't....calm," he stated before spitting onto the ground, and took a deep breath. "As for you bug head, if you even think about trying to attack me, don't. Half a million volts of electricity, tends to make a great deterrent," Shooting one final look at the only thing remotely human in this junkyard, Ethan let out one more, annoyed sigh. "Now what tangerine tush? we gonna sit here all night or what?"

Ethan didn't like that thing, not only did it invade his personal physical space, it damn well managed to invade his personal mental space as well. Watching it walk away and back towards the orange skinned tangerine girl, he felt himself calm down slightly, glad to have the pest move away from him and back towards her. The thing was trouble, Ethan without a shadow of a doubt, hated anything synonymous with trouble and would be glad to be away from that thing sooner, rather than later.

"Well xeno, next time you want to get in my personal space, don't. I hate it when people get in my personal space, it's agitating," he spoke loud and clear for it too hear, loud enough for both of them to hear, so really it was more or less a heads up to the both of them to just stay out of his personal space bubble. "And don't ever invade my personal mental space either. It's one thing with personal space, but mental space? You best piss off on that one." He spoke with a slight growl, his eyes narrowing with growing contempt for the creature.

Someone had to teach that thing manners and what personal space meant, also it as damned ugly and not exactly kid friendly by the looks of things. "Also most people are sort of scared by the whole sharp teeth, spear tail motif. Heroes don't like it either, not that I care. I hate heroes and the villains and I'd rather be left out of this crap."

Turning his attention towards the girl he sighed. She was gorgeous but paranoid and orange, not exactly....Ethan's first choice in women, not as long as she looked like she was a trigger happy extra for a pirate film. Besides, Jinx was a good enough friend for him anyways, speaking of which, he should really go look or her sooner or later, see if she got her pink haired ass in trouble and needed help getting out. "As for you tinfoil top, I suggest you not carry something as conspicuous as a sword and a gun."