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"Flight?" he replied, looking apologetic. "Naw, dude, that's not my bag. But like," he looked back over his shoulder at the large traveler's backpack, and then back again, "I ain't got a lot to carry, and I do well on long walks." He thought for a moment, and then added, "But like, if you don't wanna take the time, you can just show me the direction, and I can find it on my own. I don't wanna, like, take you away from anything, if you're busy. I mean..."
He laughed slightly, awkwardly, and shrugged. "Sorry," he said, not even sure what he was sorry for. Or maybe he was just distracted by the greek adonis looking at him with such open, earnest eyes. He put his hand out to shake. "I'm Bear, uh, I mean, Sebastian Baker," he offered. "It's nice to meetcha, Mr. Iron Angel, Sir."
Adam couldn't help the smile that came. This 'Bear' was so awkward. It was adorable. He shook the offered hand, then motioned for Bear to follow. "It's no trouble at all. Please. This way.'
He kept walking, taking a moment to direct the student to relevant areas as they pass. Every so often he glanced back, shining that brilliant smile of his.
he had no business being up there, on the roof, but it had become a favorite escape of his after he had accidentally found a way to climb up there during his first week at fortitude hall. which was a bit ironic in a way. for someone so starved for connections and desperate to be seen, and remembered, he was only seemed comfortable when he was far removed like this.
tucking a cigarette between his lips, he pulled out his lighter as he walked near the edge of the roof. he rolled the wheel against the calloused pad of his thumb but rather than lighting his cigarette, he jumped when he saw movement out of the corner of his eyes; dropping his lighter over the edge all because, as it turned out, he wasn't actually alone up there.
shit.
“you don't happen to have a light on you, do you?” he questioned with a heavy sigh as he turned to face the other fully.
Adam glanced in the direction of the voice. He had been aware of Camden, the way one is aware of wind on their skin. A passive sense of existence. Of something there.
He smiled, walking over to him. With little preamble he reached out and pressed the tip of a finger to the cigarette. The nanites superheated, and with a barely audible hiss the tobacco was lit.
'I don't suppose you need to be reminded that those things will kill you.'
Bear wasn't paying attention to what people were watching on the screens in the public spaces. In fact, not paying attention may have been his problem in the first place. He'd been a bit distracted by the stunning campus of Fortitude Hall. Everything was so expansive, and high-tech, with beautiful, rich grounds and greens. It was like walking into a dream. Especially for a kid from the wrong side of the tracks, like Bear. He couldn't keep his attention on where he was going, because he was too busy wondering how in the hell he managed to find himself here.
And because he wasn't paying attention, now he was lost.
He turned to the first person he saw nearby, and called out. When the man came up, he blushed a little. This dude was built like a castle, with muscles stacked on top of muscles. Very impressive. "Uh, yeah, sorry to bother you, dude... But like... Can you help me find the student housing?"
His smile is bright. Beaming. Practiced. Not a war machine, a beautiful man. Adam even chuckles. His subroutines dedicated to pretending to be human were growing ever more advanced.
"Certainly." He motioned, then started walking. "I am Adam, a mentor here and instructor on meta human ethics. I am also the hero Iron Angel." As they walked, he turned around to face him, walking backwards. "Before we walk the entire way, is flight an option for you? It makes things easier. We have something of a trek."
Status: open Plot: Adam is doing Adam things. Is that terrifying or comforting?
One might assume he was atop Fortitude Hall to get a better signal to the satellites, but that would be a fallacy. Adam was capable of connecting to them nearly anywhere. Not that he often connected to space borne weapons of mass destruction.
But it was nice to remind the Powers That Be in the government who had the final say with them.
(and that he knew about them at all, considering how illegal they are)
Watching the starts tonight, he quietly sends an email to the appropriate entities. It's simple. Genius in it's simplicity, even. The email simply gives a 'naughty' gif once opened.
They'll know who sent it.
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