who: chanwoo and satan (@mavrosdrake) where: chanwoo’s hotel—lobby when: 5:30 PM
While Chanwoo was residing in Vegas—“to go further into the public eye”, he’d rationalized it to someone at the modeling agency, though they really only needed to see the many jobs he’d be booking—he was being put up at one of the city’s multiple, larger-than-life hotels. He only had an ordinary room (with a nice view), but the feeling of indulging occurred to him over and over—as he ordered room service after a long day, as he brushed shoulders with important-looking people in the halls, even as he said the name of his hotel out loud. The world hadn’t been kind to Chanwoo, and yet he found it difficult to take pleasure in those sorts of things for a different reason—they were good things when the reality of living on Earth was very bad. They were false; they were, as he thought on his current elevator ride down to the lobby, fake.
Chanwoo emerged into the lobby, therefore, expecting to see nothing of interest to him. The wild chandeliers and sculptures might as well have been dust and rubble.
Then he felt it. The slight warming of his ears—Chanwoo’s cue, after years of honing his ability to negate powers, that somebody with powers was close by.
In the lobby.
He looked up to see, across the wide expanse of people, an individual who was likely the culprit. Every part of Chanwoo said that it was an angel or a demon…
…and Chanwoo’s gut was leaning towards demon.
Well, that actually dovetailed decently with Chanwoo’s plans. Chanwoo took just a second to prepare himself mentally (demons were not a joke)...but once he’d steeled his nerves and organized his thoughts, he began to cross the lobby and approach the mysterious stranger.
Once Chanwoo was within earshot, he slowed down. “You’re not looking for me here, are you?” he said with a wry smile; slowly, he raised both his hands a little. “Listen—I’ll play nice if you will. And, believe it or not…
“...I’m actually glad to see you here right now. I need,” he finished as he closed the distance between them, “a demon’s advice.”
Chanwoo gestured toward a nearby sofa and chairs and added, “Let’s sit down first, though. If you can spare the time.”