@komikal [constantine] // short thing starter
The stench of cigarette smoke descends upon Miguel's senses first, hitting the back of his nostrils with an acrid taste as it circulated in the alley like a bad omen. And yet, somehow, as gaze switches from the air to the blond himself, a lukewarm impression is formed. The crumpled trench coat observed, coupled with the kind of expression that suggested he'd seen the end of the world occur before breakfast didn't scream 'threat' so much as 'problem'. And who didn't so much as flinch when a man built with his towering proportions dropped from several stories up and landed before him without a sound.
"You're not from around here." Doling out a classic line, ripe for ridicule, he lapses into silence after speaking, trying without success to pin the stranger down. Who he was, and what he could accomplish remained shrouded in mystery, but he did happen to sport the look of someone who hailed from the past, than the downtrodden streets of Nueva York's less off sections.
"Care to explain?" Better to hear it from source, than speculate, though he had his theories. For one, all that would be needed was the multiverse to convulse in a particular way, and a person could be sent hurtling across dimensions within seconds, without an immediate way of returning home.
