Thread: Concrete Jungle [Vik and DarknessEclipsed]

Pondering over the folder wasn't a comfortable moment for Micheal. Sure, he can cancel out invasive physical forces that would threaten to do him harm, but he wasn't immune to fear and discomfort. Did they have a binder full of their information on him? Probably. Was it as creepy to peer into his own as it was to observe the guess work they did on Tia's? Most likely. After the awakening of his ability, bullets hurt less than uncertainty did for Micheal. These people were kind to him, paid his way across the country and kept him mostly safe from the government's authority. Would they do that for Tia? He couldn't say. Why would she trust him anyway? She's seemingly making it by on her own, she can clearly demonstrate some sort of power unlike Micheal's. If she caught wind of him working for these people, Micheal wouldn't expect her to sit around and continue chatting. After all, she owes him nothing. Closing the binder with a sigh, Micheal sipped from his mug in silence. He pondered how much more interesting the ability to disappear would be. Especially when he was younger, when he wanted to vanish from reality. Instead he was granted a totally different power by some force unknown. The peak of it's applications have yet to be tested, but complete immunity to bullets punching and the final crunch from a long fall was supposed to be super cool. And yet, if he were surrounded by the men who were hunting him down, he could just be handcuffed and tossed into a patrol car. Not that it would be running. Still, if they figured out that it was him, tossed him into a body bag and then into the car, then he'd be helpless. So much for being immune to bullets. In any case, there was a real possibility that the people he worked for just wanted this Tia person to work for them too. Maybe she could make more than one person disappear at a time? If that were the case, she'd make the ideal partner in crime. He could take bullets, cars, falls, and she could whisk them away when the job was done. But, that's too many Ifs for Micheal's liking. While he didn't seem it, Micheal wasn't always good at something. A long life of being someone else's excuse has crippled his ability to take risks. This was a big risk. What if this Tia person could make him disappear forever? --- With the binder securely stashed away in a designated locker across the city, Micheal began to survey the city as closely as he could while trying to avoid making a scene even if he was dressed normally and most likely blended in well. As he quickly noted how ridiculous it was to try and spot her in a whole crowd of people, Micheal made a change of plans and worked his way from park bench to park bench. Hours passed and a tingle of stress would start to build across the bottom of his feet. His eyes drooped a little as his platinum blond bangs hung down to his nose. And then he would spot her. This was the Tia who the men and women he worked for wanted him to negotiate with. And yet, he didn't feel a swelling of regret or uncertainty in his gut. Without making an awkward move to get her attention, or starring her down, Micheal simply sat on the open spot on the bench and watched the fish. He didn't say or do anything else.