Jacob was, like many of the people on the bus, frustrated. The traffic had ground to a stop when this one asshat had started cutting everyone off, making a couple of the cars collide. The pursuit of police cars had shed a little light on the subject, but everyone had been downright confused when, from the bridge just behind where we'd stopped, a dragon flew up from the ravine. An actual, bona fide, fire-breathing dragon. And once again the situation escalates and nobody's around to fix it except me. Damn Initiative, making me a criminal instead of accepting that I don't like them. His grumblings were confined entirely to his own mind as he walked off the bus without a word to the other occupants, opening the rear door with electrokinesis applied to its circuitry. He took off at a run, barely remembering to put his plain black bandana on over his features, when the dragon blasted fire at the tunnel and the car swerved off towards the woods.

Now, perhaps it was a little petty for him to react the way he did, but he didn't want to have to track a sedan through the woods to wherever they inevitably crashed, nor did he want that dragon to start a forest fire. So he reached his hand towards the car and amplified his bioelectricity.

By a lot.

A forked bolt of lightning tore through the air with a clap of thunder, striking the rear two wheels and melting the rubber. The car's wheels started scraping on the ground and the vehicle slowed to a stop, the conducted electricity probably singing the occupants and frying the car's computers. Not even breathing much harder, though he could never understand why doing that didn't leave him gasping for air anymore, Jacob slowed to a light jog and approached the vehicle, calling out. "And the hell did you morons do to piss off a dragon?" Speaking of said mythical serpent, he kept one eye on the drake, making sure that it didn't try to cook him or the car's occupants. Raising his voice, he yelled at it. "Hey! D'you speak English? Können Sie Deutsche sprechen?" Maybe he'd finally get some use out of those elective credits.

Yeah, right.

Jacob's head turned from the dragon, which seemed not to be doing anything of import at the moment, to the sound of the car doors being flung open and impacting against their own hinges. The gunshots began soon after, forcing Jacob to start moving. The catch-22 of being an electrokinetic forced him to hesitate before he returned fire; if you used enough to put someone down, you ran the risk of killing them. If you went nonlethal, it might not put them down. Deciding to err on the side of less corpses until circumstances warranted otherwise, he lobbed a bolt of taser-level electricity at the nearest criminal before the world turned white.

The steam flooded his line of sight, uncomfortably hot against his skin. More importantly, though, the water vapors were a potent insulator, and the night was not, in fact, rent with the sound of a man being tased. Instead, the man let out a loud curse as the bolt impacted painfully, but harmlessly, at the same time as a bullet ricocheted off the car and there was the sound of someone hitting the dirt and the distinct smack of a fist on flesh. Did the dragon breathe steam? Who was it helping? What the heck was going on? These questions raced through Jacob's mind and were swiftly dismissed as unimportant as long as he couldn't see.

Thankfully, water molecules were, like everything else, diamagnetic, and unlike metals, were light enough for him to affect. Finding the feeble last flickers of the car's electrical system, he used the metal axles to create a strong magnetic field, something that would cause a light tug to all the ferrous metal in the area but which would, more importantly, shove all the steam away. That done, Jacob once again attempted to tase his primary target, and was satisfied when the second man of the evening hit the dust.

The dragon, strangely, was absent from the night sky and the area immediately in my field of view. Sweeping the area for accomplices, he spotted one man, with lavender hair of all things, a line of blood marring his sleeve. He was standing over the unconscious driver, much like Jacob himself had moved to cover his own sleepy suspect. "So," the electrokinetic said, sparks arcing from his upraised hand, "You with them?"

Jacob tilted his head at the lavender haired man's concern over him. He smirked and shook his head. "Hostage? No, someone caused a horrid traffic jam and my bus got stuck in it, then a dragon chased this car off the road. I stopped them from going off into the woods and wrapping themselves around a tree," the pink-haired man smoothly covered, electing to leave out the fact that he'd basically thrown a lightning bolt at the car out of road rage, "and then they jump out and start shooting. Not that they can hit anything, it seems. Speaking of the dragon..." he trailed off, head swiveling even as he kept his hand pointed at the downed perpetrator. "Not sure where it went. Lots of steam, then it's gone." He shrugs after a few seconds, mentally resolving to deal with it when or if it came back.

Jacob put a small current through his perp to ensure that he was down for the time being, then walked over to the car. "Really? Duffel bags?" He sighed at the cliche and opened the door by the simple expedient of twisting the frame around the lock with magnetism and ripping the mechanism free of the rest of the frame. "Gonna go out on a limb and say you're with the Initiative, so there, I opened the car for you. If that's all, I'll just get back to my previously scheduled traffic jam." The pink-haired man sighed, looking back to the still-stalled road. He really should get back before his bus started moving again... or he could just wait for traffic to clear up and magnetize to a semi truck later. Avoid questions that way, too. Like "how'd you get off the bus?" and "why aren't you in the Initiative roster app?"

Or, worse, "Why are you on the wanted list?"

With a groan, Jacob stared at the bus, lifting a palm to his face. Looks like I'm taking the heel-toe express. This looked like a long night.