Nox had been flying above the crowds. He couldn't land. Not where anyone could see him. He was a little...conspicuous, what with his gaint black wings. He landed on the side of the Empire State Building. What he'd just seen made him gasp. A boy had just run directly up the side of a near-by building. This was tremendous news. It meant he wasn't alone. Nox took off again, wanting to follow the boy. The boy'd been seen though. His clothes at any rate. Time to lend a hand.
From his height, Nox saw a drunk man walk out of a bar, and turn down a side alley. Nox swooped in behind him. "Hey." The drunk swiveled around, took a look at Nox, and wet his pants. Nox felt the power seeping in. He strode over, grabbed the man's long hair and with his other, took off his clothes. "Thanks". Nox took off again, and landed in front of the boy. He tossed him the new clothes.
"I saw what happened. You'll need those. Name's Nox, whats your's?"
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