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[Yuri has fully recovered his memory of the use of his powers, but there's something off, unsettling him, though he can't say what it is. He has only remembered small things lately, brief glimpses from his childhood: his parents' faces, a trip to the seashore, playing on the lawn outside the house, winning an essay competition at school.

None of these things are what has made him restless. He feels as if he's being pulled by an invisible force, like the ocean when the tide comes in.

That's why, tonight, for the first time, he's used his fire power to fly into the city. He is dressed rather differently than he usually is, his face fully covered by the mask he wears. One might see him flying, very quickly, propelled by bursts of blue fire.

At last, he comes to rest on the roof of one of the taller buildings and stands looking out over the city, wondering why he felt compelled to come here. The moon is waxing, and its light is bright.

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[Few things happen in Sirocco at night without getting Supernova's attention. Especially not things involving guys in weird costumes flying through the sky using fire. So it's not long after Yuri lands that there's a flash of light and Supernova appears, hovering over a nearby rooftop. He approaches Yuri more directly from there, and nods professionally when he comes level with him.]

Hello.

[He turns and regards the other masked figure silently for a moment before he returns the nod and speaks.]

Good evening.

[His voice sounds different, within the mask. He doesn't quite feel like himself, but he doesn't know what he does feel like.]

I haven't seen you around here before. I'm Supernova. Who are you?

No, I haven't showed myself before now, Supernova.

I have no name to speak of. [He won't give his real name. If he has another one, he isn't sure of it yet...]

[He nods knowingly.]

You must be a fairly recent arrival. I'm sure you'll remember what people call you in due time.

Yes, I think I will remember soon. [He isn't very pleased by this, but what can he do? The memories return even without his use of the anemoi.]

What is it that you do?

Me? I help people, nothing more, nothing less.

A noble goal. [He inclines his head.] I'm glad to hear it.

I wish to do the same. [He believes he must, although he doesn't remember yet.]

That's good. The more people there are who want to help, the better.

Yes. There are never enough people who want to help.

[He pauses.] How is it that you help them? What do you do?

You mean my power? I can teleport. It's not much, but I do what I can with it.

[He can do a lot more than that, but he doesn't see the need for full disclosure here.]

You can control fire, correct? That can be a very dangerous power.

[It's late for Keith, but he's up because he wanted to fly under the stars. He hasn't yet remembered that he needs equipment to gain speed, so he's doing it the old fashioned way, catching the wind and manipulating it. Keith looks a lot like a man swimming in midair.

He can see the blue glow of the flames, brighter and closer and quicker than the light of the stars. He follows it to its source. The man in the mask seems lost in thought. Keith speaks softly, not wanting to startle him.]

Hello-- I saw you flying, do you propel yourself? With the flames?

I'm Keith.

[He turns, slowly. Of course, he recognizes Keith at once, but he doesn't identify himself, and his voice is altered.]

That's right.

Hello, Keith.

That's amazing. Like having your own engine.
What should I call you?

It has its uses.

I have no name. You can call me what you wish.

I'm-- not sure what to call you, since we just met.
I'll need to find out more about you before I can give you a name.

Do you live here, in the city?

You need not give me any name.

[He holds out a hand and fire blooms there suddenly, although it stays there, above his palm. He regards it thoughtfully, as if it might bring back his memories.]

I am... Justice.

[For a long moment, Keith seems mesmerized by the fire.]
Justice--

who do you give justice to?

To the unjust, who else?

[The fire burns without stopping. It will never cease, unless he wills it.]

Yes-- but how?
[The the flames bend and flow, like underwater plants caught in a current. The sound they make is like the steady rush of wind past his face when he's in flight. They are like-- so many things, some he can't recall.]

[Suddenly, the fire goes out. Yuri doesn't really know the answer to that question. He doesn't remember. It's as a judge that he does such things normally.

So what does he do with the fire?]

I stop those who need to be stopped. I protect those who need protection.

[Palom is up late at night because... well. Because he's a five year old little brat. When he sees the Mysterious Figure, he perks up immediately and begins to steathily - or what passes for steathily, chase after.

If Yuri stays on the roof long enough, he will eventually be confronted by a beaming Palom bursting out from the building's roof access.]

Hah! There's nowhere to run now! You're a burglar, right? You look just like what a burglar would look like!

[not... really.]

[Yuri tilts his head a little to one side. Of course he knows Palom, but his voice is disguised in this mask, and he doesn't reveal his true identity.]

I am not a criminal.

[He holds out his empty hands, spreading them wide.] I have no stolen goods and no desire to steal.

Then why're you dressed up all funny and running around in the middle of the night, huh? You just haven't had the chance 'cause I caught you!

[He is much too excited about this.]

[He glances down at himself.] This is a costume. A burglar would wear something less noticeable.

[He doesn't know why he has it, but he does. It seemed normal to put it on.] I came up here to see the city. [But it isn't exactly the view he's interested in so much as something he can't define, something he's looking for without knowing what it is.]

...Really? You're really not a burglar?

[Great disappointment.]

What's so interesting about the city? It's just a lot of weird-looking lights at night. It's a lot more cool going out in the forest.

[It didn't take long for Saleh to find something appealing about higher places, and it took only a little longer to realize why. Consequently, he finds himself at a roof top (for no reason, really, since he's got too much time on his hands) when he catches sight of blue flashes disappearing to the other side through his peripherals. He investigates, naturally.

And what an interesting sight it is that greets him!]

My, my, that must've been quite the flight.

[He recognizes that voice and turns to see Saleh. His face is hidden behind his mask, his voice disguised, but his eyes give off flames.]

I found it no different than any other flight. [Now that his control has returned, he can fly anywhere, fly through things, and it seems so easy to him.]

[For a second, his gaze lingers on those oh-so interesting eyes. Then he chuckles, and he gestures to the sky -- the city -- around them.]

Really now? Do you do this often?

[The flames die away, then there is only the mask and its empty eyes.]

As often as I like, but I have not been here before.

Well, then. Enjoying the view?

[He considers this. There's something very familiar about viewing the city so far up, but he doesn't associate it with a feeling he would call joy.]

I didn't come up here for the view.

[There's something missing, but he can't say what that is.]

And yourself?

I prefer the wind.

[To what, he doesn't say.]

Then what did you come up here for?

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