Out on the streets (Gaelon/Open)

[Ethar Luxun]

With winter on its way to central city, and most of the planets land mass, Most people were starting to buy things to get ready for the holidays, and Ethar was no exception.

Wearing his brown leather jacket, he had his hood up to disguise himself from the public, as well as to protect his ears from the chilly winds that occasionally blew through the streets. He was walking past a electronics store that had TVs on display, and saw a local news broadcast about a local super hero that looked very much like his old transformation used to.

Looked a bit curious, He recognized it as one of his friends who was playing hero in his stead while he was in isolation for a year. "Someone certainly isnt camera shy." He said, as he shook his head a bit. He then turned to start walking to a local grocery store, while trying to avoid bumping into other people, and revealing who he was.

Getting back into the public spotlight was something he wasnt ready for yet...

[Gælon]

Gælon’s arrival on Earth had been accompanied by the expectation that the climate would be much like that of the last planet he’d been on, tropical. However what he got was completely different and the Dæmon’s chosen form of dress was proving inadequate. In his short research about the planet, Gælon had read something about it spinning off it’s axis and that there were seasons, but never having actually experienced what a season was, he had no idea what the information meant. His home realm had no seasons and was decidedly hotter then any other planet he’d been too. Still the others too were quite warm and although two of the three experienced seasons, Gælon had arrived at both of them during the summer. Logically therefore he concluded that these seasons were nothing to be concerned about.

Once out of the doors at the spaceport though he realized why all of the people around him were dressed so conservatively, it was freaking freezing! Ok, truth be told it wasn’t actually freezing, but the transition from the stable 72 degrees of the star liner and the terminal to the sub-60’s of the parking lot was stark and the shirtless Dæmon understood well now the need for the heavier clothing he was seeing around him. Unfortunately for him he’d not really seen much heavy clothing that he cared for and most certainly never studied it well enough to reproduce it himself. His only choice now seemed to be to find a clothier and purchase something befitting his impeccable sense of style.

Resolving to find himself some proper clothing rather then continue to tolerate the mild annoyance of the chilly air, Gælon set off to do just that. A convenient map of the city placed at something called a ‘bus stop’, illustrated where the shopping centers were and before long he was walking in their direction. One might think walking would be a counterproductive mode of travel but Gælon had read that less then fifty percent of the population of this planet understood energy and even less could use it. Those number were growing however but they were still small enough that to take flight on his own would call unwanted attention. Soon enough though the shirtless Dæmon arrived at his destination, maintaining his humanoid form as he did so and walked past the various stores. Money was of no object to him, at least not in the amounts that any of these stores dealt with, but he did wish to be particular with his choices and look the best the fashions of this planet could provide. As he browsed, he spotted someone, a man likely judging from the built, dressed far too heavily for the weather watching a viewing panel in a store window and decided to speed his search by asking directions.

“Excuse me.” his voice floated over like a velvety, sweet wind. “I was wondering if I could ask you where I might find a clothier.” Gælon asked as he approached the figure and stopped just out of arm’s length and placed his hands upon his hips, glancing to regard the viewing panel before returning his gaze to the figure.

[Ethar Luxun]

Almost getting ready to leave, he heard a voice behind him and turned to see whom it was. A man who wore next to nothing, like his friend Ethan did. However this figure was quite different then Ethan.

He heard the man ask him where he might find a place to purchase clothing. "You must be new to this planet then right? Ill show you a place to get some nice warm clothing." He said, as he started to turn and walk directly across the street, where there was no cross walk!

The streets were busy with cars and trucks transporting people around, and when Ethar started to cross, they honked their horns at him to warn him that the streets were busy. One truck tried to stop for Ethar, but due to the icy roads, the truck lost its traction and skidded right towards Ethar. But the Noran Duke wasnt worried, as he just held a hand up, and when the truck was close enough, the metal of the hood collided with his hand, causing it to embed it self into the metal, however the truck stopped moving, as if it had hit a telephone pole.

The Air bag in the truck went off, cushioning the driver from hitting the steering wheel, then Ethar looked back to the Shirtless man. Who no doubtingly would have a look of surprise and/or shock on his face.

"The store is this way."

[Gælon]

"You are correct sir." Gælon replied, adding 'sir' now that he was sure the figure was a man. "I'm used to much more, shall we say, hellish climates that this so I am afraid I arrived rather unprepared for this planet's weather." he continued as he turned to walk along with the stranger, however while the other man didn't seem to realize he was walking directly into traffic, Gælon did and stopped. The other man though must have been drunk or out of his mind because he continued forward and strait into the path of an oncoming truck. The scene did not turn into the gruesome mess the Dæmon would have expected however as the heavily dressed man stopped the vehicle in it's tracks, ruining the front end in the process. Raising his eyebrow at the man's behavior, Gælon realized two things, one this man was reckless and dangerous, something to be avoided under normal circumstances, but secondly that he possessed power and that power, properly focused could be quite entertaining.

With no more traffic coming down the street and his guide not even stopping to see if the driver was hurt, Gælon took it upon himself to check before following the hooded man. Walking around to the driver's side door, the disguised Dæmon pulled it open and pushed the man back into his seat. Holding his head still and watching his eyes, he could tell the man was dazed but otherwise uninjured, which was more then he could say for the man's truck. Not entirely without a sense of honor however, Gælon felt the man at least deserved a little something for his trouble and the destruction of his vehicle. Reaching into the driver's jacket pocket, he took a few moments to concentrate and then backed off, feeling slightly drained himself. When the driver finally came around he'd find in that pocket a bar of metal, precious enough to pay for the repairs to his vehicle. Materializing such a weighty object however was taxing on Gælon's abilities however, but he didn't let it show, maintaining his disguise as he turned back to the hooded man and continued to follow along.

"He will be fine. He is just dazed." the Dæmon commented. "I think perhaps you should be more careful where you walk. I may not be from this planet but I do know that what I just saw was not exactly legal." Gælon left it at that, he wasn't the preachy type and if the hooded man wanted to live dangerously, that was his business. Hopefully though he wouldn't endanger anyone with his chosen lifestyle though, that was no not entertaining and if there was anything Gælon disliked, it was a bore. He didn't have to dwell at all on the subject however as a promising sign stuck off of the building up ahead, 'Crenshaw's suits for men and other fine fashions.' 'Perfect, just want I'm looking for.' the shirtless man thought to himself.

[Ethar Luxun]

"When you have been on this planet for as long as I have, and experienced what I have, You wont give two craps about peoples property. Their lives? Those are what you protect. There was no chance that the driver would of been injured.... Plus, He was more then 10 kilometers above the safe speed limit. Had he obeyed the law himself, he would not of lost control." He said, as he pulled back his hood. Revealing his brown hair, and his handsome face, Ethar looked back to Gælon.

It was then he noticed the man eyeing a sign to a fine clothing store just up ahead. It was the usual store he went to, since he liked the casual wear, but if this type of guy liked finer clothing, he couldnt find a much better place in this neighborhood. "You wanna go in here? They are a bit expensive for my tastes, but might not be for you. Its up to you." He asked, as he looked into the window of the store.

"Names Ethar by the way..." He said, wondering if the man wanted this line of clothing.

[Gælon]

Gælon raised an eyebrow as Ethar responded to him rather crassly. The young man wasn't exactly ingratiating himself to the Dæmon, his attitude towards the other people of Earth was neither entertaining nor encouraging. Clearly Gælon's picking of the first person available to him for directions wasn't the best course of action, but he'd done it and now was committed to further interaction with the brown haired male. "You are quite the jaded one aren't you?" he commented more then asked as they approached the clothing shop. "I must say such an attitude towards that man and these people in general certainly is not befitting a face such as yours. Were I to guess I would surmise that your weren't always so callus. Someone perhaps has wronged you in some way and you are unable to strike at them and so instead blame others?"

Gælon didn't take his psychoanalysis too far though and switched subjects just as quickly as Ethar had. "Yes, this establishment will do nicely." he commented looking to the finely dressed mannequin in the window. "And I am Gælon of House Andronazi." he added, stopping ad offering his hand so that they may properly introduce themselves.

[Ethar Luxun]

"Your sorta close... It wasnt just one man, but more of a Government. I used to be a good decent guy, as Earthling might say, Not so much anymore." He said with a sigh.

As Gaelon introduced himself and offered his hand, Ethar smiled and accepted the hand and gently, but firmly shook it. "Ethar Luxun. Duke of the Noran Water Court. Its a pleasure." He said as he then let the mans hand go, and walked over to the door to the shop, and opened it up for Gaelon. A Bell dinged to signify that potential customers were entering the store.

"After you. This is my first time in the store to, so it will be a new experience for both of us. Heh."

[Gælon]

"Well what ever it is that bothers you Ethar, letting it anger you to the point of aimless violence will only attract unwanted attention and possibly more of what it is that bothers you." Gælon commented, stopping at the door as Ethar held it. "If I may be so bold, if you do insist on expressing your anger through violence, you should direct it with more precision then wrecking a random man's truck. Perhaps discharge it on someone both able and... willing." the pointed eared man paused, smiling slyly at the thought. The truck was no match for Ethar's hand, but with such a lightly constructed vehicle, the outcome was all but a given. Gælon was curious to see just how strong Ethar really was as the truck proved a poor gauge. Giving Ethar another moment to contemplate his words, the Dæmon then looked ahead to the stor interior and proceeded in, still wearing that grin.

Upon entering the fine establishment though Gælon was greeted with alarmed stares from the staff working within, a pair of impeccably dressed men and an older woman in equally stylish dress. Clearly his half nude forms was most certainly not the normal for their clientele as no doubt the two men were about to tell him. Gælon however would dispel that immediately using nothing but his charm and perhaps a little slight or hand. "Gentlemen, Lady." he started, holding his hand out and using his disarmingly sweet tone of voice. "I must apologize for entering your establishment so dressed. In my home this is considered the very height of fashion so I expect to wear nothing less on this world. To that end sirs and madam, I wish to commission you to make for me, a suit of clothes. Black with red trim as needed, just as I am currently wearing. I am of course willing to pair you generously for your work..." the Dæmon added, extending his hand and turning his palm up to reveal another bar of precious metal.

[Ethar Luxun]

One of the gentlemen walked over to Gaelon, and looked over him. Making a few 'Hmmm' sounds, as well as a couple of 'Mmhmm' sounds, before he said, "Would the Gentleman please follow me to the backroom so that we may, dress the gentlemen in something that suits his tastes?" with a freaking french accent ontop of it toboot. He would attempt to lead Gaelon to the backroom afterwards.

Ethar could only think that they didnt want Gaelon to distract future customers, or scare them away. His 'friend', was quite better on the eyes, as the Noran Duke was browsing the lighter and more casual wear. The Manager figured that his Assistant manager and the sales clerk could handle themselves, so he walked into his office to work on the books.

The Sales Clerk was eyeing Ethar like a piece of candy while he was picking out some new undershirts for himself, when they both her the bell at teh door dingle again, as another person wearing a fully hooded cloaked walked into the store, and seemingly stood in the corner, watching Ethar. He looked at the figure for a moment, before shrugging it off and going back to looking through the undershirts.

In the backroom, the Frenchman was looking through some racks of suits, as he asked "You asked, Black with red trim sir?"

[Gælon]

After making his somewhat veiled overture to the young man in his company and greeting the store operators with his disarming smile and sweet words, Gælon raised an eyebrwo as one of the two men approached him and asked him to follow along to the back. It was clear the man may have not fully understood his meaning. He however would follow the man and confirm for himself before setting him right. Leaving Ethar to his devices in the store proper, Gælon followed the Frenchman to the rear where his suspiscion was confirmed, the man was sorting through premade clothing as if the Dæmon were an average customer.

"Yes, I did say black and red, but you do not seem to have grasped my meaning, or you are not taking me seriously as a costomer. I am contracting you to make for me a suit of clothes, not throw together a banal mashup of already made pieces. I want you to craft something original and one of a kind." the Dæmon stated, making sure his air of superiority shown through quite clearly. He was familliar with this kind of man and knew that they only respected one things, those just as snobish as they were and so he would play the part to perfection to get what he wanted.

[Ethar Luxun]

Ethar was curious as to how things were going in the back room, but before he would make his way back there, he looked to see if the hooded figure as stillwatching him, but it was gone just as mysteriously as it had appeared in the store.

And with a shrug, he walked to the back room door, which lead to the room where Gaelon was.

Pressing his ear up to the door, he could hear the Frenchman say to Gaelon "My apologies Sir. Did you have a specific material in mind that you would like to be used for your attire?" and Ethar just shook his head. He could never understand the need for that type of fine, custom clothing. The previous events on Earth would have such clothing ruined in the first hour of leaving the store. Then again, he still never understood how most humans worked on this planet...

[Gælon]

Pleased that his calculated rudeness had set the man on the proper track, Gælon smiled and stepped closer to the wracks of clothing, reaching a hand out to feel the various materials, inspect labels and see if there was anything he recognized. The Dæmon seemed to have a natural affinity for fine things as he skipped right past such mundane fabrics such a nylon and polyester and went for silk and other high line materials. "Mmmm, this one for the lining and trim." he stated indicating a dark red silk. "That for the bulk." he further indicated a black, fine woven cotton. As he was picking out the remainder of the materials Ethar returned and the pointed eared Dæmon thought about having a little fun with him, just to see how receptive he would be and more importantly if he'd even realized Gælon had made an advance in the first place.

"Ah, Ethar... What do you think about this for a waistcoat?" he asked, picking up the sleeve of a black and white pinstriped shirt and draping it down his chest. He made sure to position himself leaning back for purposes two fold. The first was to let the light cascade in such a way as to highlight his musculature and the second was to ensure Ethan had to lean toward him, or even against him if he wished to inspect the material closely. Of course like his previous overture this was somewhat veiled, he was ostensibly doing it to properly light the material, not his chest.

[Ethar Luxun]

When the Frenchman saw Ethar peeking in, he gave off a scoff, and said "Please sir, Wait out fron..." He started to say, but Gaelon pretty much invited the young duke in. "I see Sir... Perhaps it might be best to allow the gentlemen to choose the materiel for themselves? I do beleive couples can be so picky about fashion..." He said, and without saying another word, the Frenchmen left before either one of them could say a word.

"Well he was useless.... Typical..." Ethar said as Gaelon asked him about the waistcoat. Ethar crossed his arms, and rubbed his chin as he looked over the waistcoat. "Black and red isnt my colour combination of choice to be honest. Im more of a Gold with Black, or dark grey. But the Black and Red looks pretty good on you honestly."

[Gælon]

Gælon was starting to get a little flustered with how things were going, the Frenchman while no longer antagonistic wasn't exactly his kind of person. Ethar on the other hand was proving to be so jaded that the Incubus was starting to doubt he'd manage to even recoup his losses from this diversion. The young man seemed determined to be a stick in the mud, angry at the world for who knows what reason and it wasn't at all attractive, and for Gælon, having an attractive personality was almost as important as an attractive body, and while Ethar possessed the latter, it was indeed possible for the negativity of the former to overpower that influence, especially for one so sensitive to these matters as the Dæmon. The difference was could be likened to one trying to enjoy a beautifully crafted cake with a filling made of expired milk, while visually appealing, the over all effect would be resoundingly negative. There was one saving grace though, he at least liked the pins.

"He wasn't useless at all, he just seems to be assuming something I can't fault him for." Gælon replied. "Besides, he had better not be useless, he will be making my suite." the Dæmon added and turned back to the wrack, taking the selections he'd made from it and laying them out on a table. "Yes, I think that will do. I had better get him back in here to measure me..."

Stepping out for a moment, Gæon flagged the man down. "Sir, I have made my selections and am now ready to be measured."

[Ethar Luxun]

"Thats true... Sorry for coming off agitated. I just saw the strangest thing in the room out front.... Someone seems to be stalking me." He said, as Gaelon stepped out to flag the frenchman down. "Of course sir, Ill be right with you shortly." He said to Gaelon, as he was putting away various outfits and boxes on different shelves.

"So, Im curious about something... Why are you wanting to hide?" Ethar asked Gaelon, looking up at him. "Your clearly not from Earth, and your definitely more powerful then any normal person... Whats your story?" He added, curious as to what this handsome devil, forgive the pun, was really up to. He could feel the powerful energy radiating off of the man, and the way he was acting was clearly an indicator that he wasnt from around these parts.

Plus, He knew he wasnt from Earth since Ethar would of sensed his power a year ago when he figured out how to sense energy signatures.