[ He's been in the city for a few hours now. Had his meltdown over his Vision, explored a few places around the station, started getting his bearings on this strange city. At some point, he comes back to the train station, because it's one of the few places he's actually seen people in this ghost town of a city. Strange, blocky buildings tower over him, blotting out the grey skies and warping his sense of direction at every corner and turn. It would be hard, he thinks, to find people elsewhere.
And perhaps it's because of his past, but he knows he must be cautious in picking allies—so who better to pick than those new to the city like him, who either aren't its original inhabitants or haven't been here long enough to have any vested interest in dangerous goals? Though they won't prove useful now, it's the future he has to plan for.
So for a while now, he's been sitting among the tree branches, lazily watching the exit to the train station, judging the people who walk by. It's almost interesting, trying to guess what kind of person they might be based on what they wear and what they do.
But this one. This one's been standing still for a while now, wide-eyed look on her face. Panicking, maybe. Why, he's not sure. But here, he thinks, is an opportunity. And so he takes it, adopting the gentle persona he often used in subterfuge. ]
City Park
And perhaps it's because of his past, but he knows he must be cautious in picking allies—so who better to pick than those new to the city like him, who either aren't its original inhabitants or haven't been here long enough to have any vested interest in dangerous goals? Though they won't prove useful now, it's the future he has to plan for.
So for a while now, he's been sitting among the tree branches, lazily watching the exit to the train station, judging the people who walk by. It's almost interesting, trying to guess what kind of person they might be based on what they wear and what they do.
But this one. This one's been standing still for a while now, wide-eyed look on her face. Panicking, maybe. Why, he's not sure. But here, he thinks, is an opportunity. And so he takes it, adopting the gentle persona he often used in subterfuge. ]
Hey. Are you okay?