The Regal Rper
Mad Scientist
Callan (Dante) | East | The Palace
The waiter's name, was Bartholomew. Or 'Tholly' as he had asked, and been allowed to nickname him.
The conversation with Tholly while short-lived once Meirin had made it obvious she had seen him and was approaching, was nice. Dante had been simple with the chit chat so as not to make the thirty-four year old feel uncomfortable or awkward. He'd asked simple questions about how his day was- broken it down to asking how he had been doing since recent circumstances in the District, then bought Tholly a drink of non-alcoholic form so he could relax a bit while they chatted. It had been nice. They had chatted about some of the stress, he had given him some gentle advice, then they'd talked about his little interest in audio editing- some projects he was working on- his tastes in music which Dante, Callan, had shared some of his own before the lean waiter had to excuse himself/
This was what made being Callan dangerous. Callan had been designed to be charming, engaging, and illusive. Traits, all possessed by the creator- but magnified with a different form and different power. As Callan he could talk to almost anyone and insert a seed, a nagging thought in their head- like tending to a garden, that would grow and nag and nag in their heads till he was out of effect distance. As long as he remained within a mile radius, whomever had his seed inserted in their head would have thoughts whirled around it, like a nagging itch, ignorable but still there- and increasingly bothersome because it remained ever present if albeit, subtly.
With Tholly though, there was no need to use that power to convince him to stay, to chat, or to even share a drink. He'd noticed there was some tension in the way he walked and moved, a sort of tired expression on his face- so he'd invited him to sit and relax, convinced him to after getting up and having him take a seat across from him. A trap he was- but this trap had no reason to spring on the innocent, stressed out and somewhat sleep-deprived thirty-four year old he'd been talking to. He'd merely seen that the guy was exhausted, and could probaly use some kind of break.
For Tholly, the break seemed to have provided some relief as there was a bit of energy in him more than before he'd sat down.
Waving goodbye with a pleasant smile, Callan's lilac eyes shifted to look at the objects of beauty approaching his little spot.
With a swish of his long tail, Callan grinned a slightly fanged smile as he looked towards the giantess as she approached. "Nd I see yer lookin as fine as ever darlin" his tail flicked. Then his eyes turned towards Ruri as she joined them, giving her a pleasant nod at her greeting also.
At the question of why he was here, Dante chose to merely be honest. Ruriko's comment about the central bridge being destroyed was something he had heard briefly about. A bridge being down, but hadn't looked too much into it given other things. Turning his attention back to the question at hand though, he replied: "I wanted ta check up on you guys. I have coworkers that live here who'r a part of my sound editin crew n a few contractors in a couple places within the Night Life District that live within East, they gave me a notice on some o the stuff going on here." He explained. Wisely leaving the details out about the traffic incident, or the murder he'd heard about in particular.
"How r you both doing?" His accent turning heavy as he leaned onto the table and flicked his eyes between them with a concerned frown. "I rushed over here because I had to make sure neither of you were hurt." He sighed almost dramatically- and then with narrowed eyes, glanced between them both- as he spoke, a perfect copy of himself appeared at the table at his will, and mirrored his squint as well as his words, sounding like he was speaking double.
"Neither of you are hurt, right?" The Dante looked at Meirin, while his illusion copy looked at Ruri as it blinked into existence.
Both their tails still as a statue but curled in a question mark like fashion, both thin brows raised and lips pouted just so.
Bonus of being Callan, was that imagery was so easy to shape when dealing with illusions. Even more so when he could make the sounds just so.
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