Corner of Sunset Boulevard and Lincoln Way
Affected RP'ers: L'illusionniste/Billy Mays
Well, radio silence. No news is good news I suppose. Looking around the street as I walked out, it looked like everything was fairly empty. I looked up towards the rooftops to look for a quick and easy way back up. There had to be at least a pipe or something to get back up to the rooftops.
Woah, wait, what?!?! My thoughts were cut incredibly short when a man materialized into the thin air ahead of me. Despite living in a city of rapidly increasing numbers of mutants and superpowered people, some of the weirdest things which would be considered normal these days constantly occurring, there was still something incredibly unnerving about people popping in and out of reality at will. Much less a man who looked like he belonged in some asinine broadway production. He was definitely a bit older than myself, which would at least explain sheer stupidity to even wear a suit in a city of turmoil. The black suit with the cheesy bow-tie and the rose stuffed into the pocket just seemed ... too much for the danger that was generally lurking around at every corner. Though as a teleporter he probably ran from more fights than he would fight. Once he finally performed his incredibly showy bow and removed his hat, I finally responded to his question.
Despite wanting to show him the business end of a hammer, or just take his hand in a long handshake so I could snap his leg, I figured I could entertain whatever he was trying to get at long enough to make it clear that I didn't want any company. He probably didn't know I was dangerous, and if he did try anything foolish, I could always just grow something macabre from my body to scare him off. Putting on my best airs, I curtseyed in response to his bow, despite having not done so for a very long time. "Well met, Mr. de Gaulle. My name is Mila vom Stein. I'm quite fine, actually. I was just looking for some medicine, I've been rather sick lately. It's been harder to find anything useful, most of the scavengers have picked the city clean with a fine toothed comb."
Raising an eyebrow, and deciding to indulge a little bit of curiosity, "If I may be so bold to ask, Mr. de Gaulle, you don't seem to be from around here. I certainly haven't seen many men," pausing to refrain from using what I truly thought of his outfit, "quite as well dressed as yourself in this city. How does such an apparent gentleman keep himself safe in such a violent city?"