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Republic Under Specters Grasp wrote:Somewhere, sometime, in Belgium...
While it may or may not be too late to be getting the first coffee of the day far into the midday, that doesn’t seem to bother some: some simply take it decaffeinated as to not stay awake for the whole night, and some simply work the buzz out of their system. The energy that spurs within coffee is something that runs rampant through the mind, a stimulant for the nervous system. Something that a man who works with his mind really needs, that being not one whom is a quick thinker but a man whom is powerful with his mind not as a tool but as a weapon. Such is the wicked brew of espresso that graces upon a mauve jacketed man, his pale hair an eyesore though only comparable to the shades of purple he wore to cover his skin, from his darker gloves to his brighter tie almost looking to be a white accessory washed in with the colored load of laundry.
That isn’t much in the way of the truth: this man, Alessandro Kastilios, as labelled on the leather bound notebook carried under his other arm, took upon the colors he wore as a means to show who he is: a man of the mind, one with a somewhat noble lineage and a successful career behind him, as well as someone whom holds an eccentric taste in fashion, most notably with a handkerchief embroidered with hyacinths wrapped around his coffee cup instead of a cardboard cover: even if his gloves already insulate the cup as is, he makes sure he plays things safely, as recklessness over the smallest of things is a weakness of one’s mental acuity.
Having a sip, he takes a look abound the streets, having gone from a long flight boarded from New York City to a round trip to Paris, taking a train to Belgium and stopping short of any major cities. But why would you want to hop off a short distance away without reason, while your end goal is only a couple stops away? Well, there’s no rush to go and get to your final destination when there’s time to take in the sights and be a tourist, to enjoy time back in Europe after a year away, with the time spent being a guardian of the less dense rural regions of New York, touching base and stopping crimes from Buffalo to Albany means you need to cut some vacation time to spend traveling from place to place, even if teleportation saves a lot of time. As a matter of fact, he stops and goes to have a bit to sip some more coffee.
He takes his time going one place to another like all normal folks go, because besides the point of not needing to use powers for everything, but because despite his look and his wealth, or his job and his powers... he still feels as a part of the general populace. To be one with others helps keep a metahuman human, and for him, it’s a necessity to do so: being alone in life is a torturous thought, and while he isn’t a romantic, he can still enjoy his humanity in other ways. Thus, roaming about as a superpowered tourist is a welcome feeling: if he ever needed to, he’s clandestine enough to simply deal with any criminals without any sort of strip down and dress up into a costume, for he already looks odd enough as is: that, and it helps that his forte is subtlety, since his powers aren’t usually visible in some cases.
But, for now, the one who nicknamed himself Neuron, in a means of giving people an easier name to call himself by, wanders the sidewalks of villages and towns, buying up sweets and drinks along the way to keep up and energized while he wandered, and honing his linguistic talents, parleying between French and German while occasionally squeezing in a bit of Dutch when one is met, it’s all to keep his humanity in check as he finally would make his way close to his final destination: a UNIMAO branch office. This would be the start to a new career: 30 years ago he couldn’t fathom organized groups like this, or even being able to coordinate his painful, headache inducing curse turned psionic power, but the world he lives in now wasn’t around when he was accidentally throwing heavy objects without a thought, or looked upon by others as the son of a devil worshipper. Today, he gets to truly feel welcome within the world as an ally of all those whom can’t fight for themselves rather than a strange pale independent, for today is the first true day of his new life. But first, to finish his espresso he ordered, standing on the corner of a sidewalk and looking amidst the area.
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by Lusenocte » Tue Apr 19, 2022 4:20 pm
Republic Under Specters Grasp wrote:Brussels, Belgium
While it had been a nice enough day for both a vacation and a business trip, Alessandro stood patiently on the sidewalk as he finished his espresso, having taken a long, dragging sip of the final bit of contents within the bottom of the brew: the last bit of pure liquid on the tongue, the zing of the flavor tightening on with the tongue, and soon with the residue flooding into his mouth in a slower pace, the last bit just dripping out of his cup’s lid and onto the inside of his lip, fate determines the last little dribble as a signifier for the events, for as soon as the young person stepped out, the residue slowly rode the way down his lip, and finally came to a stop when he was looked right at and spoken to.
Swallowing his final sip at the man’s question, it would’ve caused someone else to choke with how hard he had to think about his response. Turning around to go and look nearby, he goes and tosses his finished drink into the air gently like it was a piece of litter, as the disposable cup began to fly upward, as if he threw it with the strength behind a straight pitch of a ball, aiming to bean someone’s glove to count a strike! But as the cup launched upwards, he would shake his head, deciding on how to address himself. He decides to chat it up a little, hoping to introduce himself as well as play himself off a little.
“My apologies, I dressed for the part, booked my way across the Atlantic to get the part, and... what I’m saying is, being called a member of the agency before I could even apply for the job is a bit of a shock even I could expect! Eccentric businessman and game show host was what I had expected when it comes to questions about my employment, but...” He’d go on to continue, realizing he may be wasting more than a little bit more time with a conversation starter, as he’s assuming that they’re also looking for one around here, just like he was too!
Deciding against continuation of the bit of charismatic chattering, knowing it’s not his strong suit, Alessandro chooses to be a bit more up front as he clears his throat. As he does, the coffee cup he had tossed some seconds ago finally lands into a receptacle he had seen when he looked around after he was asked the question, a perfect bullseye of a landing: almost as if it was guided up and down. “What I mean to say, is that I’ve been looking for the same thing. Before you asked, I was about under the assumption that you were one of said agents, are you not?”
Out of a sense of preparation for anything, Alessandro chooses to go to move his notebook up into grasp of his forearm some more so he can finally tuck away his handkerchief, gently wrapping it and placing it back within his jacket one-handedly and then moving to go and swap his notebook under the other arm now that it’s done keeping up the coffee cup, though he does hope that his actions don’t arouse any weird suspicions from himself. The worst thing he wants to have now is either to be seen as some sort of security threat for being a strange looking fellow searching out a foreign UNIMAO branch, or an annoyance to whomever he’s supposed to see and speak to; potentially the one person whom had walked into a wormhole and out right in front of him, he’s beginning to assume. If not him, who else around here would be in charge of this recruitment matter?
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Latorik wrote:"Shall we make it thirty-nine?"
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Segral wrote:Dwayne Iya Dixon Jr.
Wealth & Savings Bank // New York City // New York
"Pheidippides, this is Euphoria," the titular agent drawled into his intercom with a slightly thick slur, drawing closer and closer to the scene of the crime without directly jumping in front of the line of fire yet. It looks like pa--Azrael has someone in negotiations, have no idea if it's the robber, an accomplice with a firearm, both, or more. For now, let's get civilians outta here, evacuate the injured, and clear the way for more vehicles. Stay close to the bank in case the situation inside calls for back-up. Sound like a plan?"
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