Post by Martin Findlay-Lewis on Jan 16, 2012 20:13:21 GMT -5
"Don't I know you from somewhere?"
The curious tone of the girl behind the counter made Martin Findlay-Lewis look up at her pretty green eyes for the first time since arriving in the café. He noticed that the dim light of recognition in her gaze wasn't about to erupt into a full-blown 'oh, you're THAT guy' moment, and so shook his head with a shrug as he removed his wallet from inside his jacket.
"I've just got one of those faces. How much?"
"Oh, seven eighty-five."
He already had the exact change in his palm before she could speak.
Taking his tray with the best smile he could manage, Martin headed back through the door to the outdoor tables, inhaling the strong scent from his black coffee as he went. There were no shortage of more upmarket restaurants in this part of Manhattan, places where someone as rich and influential as he would be expected to dine...which was largely why he chose to differ and headed for smaller, cozier establishments like this one. Plus, he reflected as he slipped down into a free seat, it was easier to keep an ear to the ground and figure out what was important in the day-to-day lives of the average suburbanite, those less well-off than himself, if he actively sought to live around them. And he needed to know that. In fact, he would argue that he needed to know everything.
The weather was beautiful today, and the chatter around him was aimless and pleasant. It was hard to imagine that, scarcely a week ago, the world had been menaced by a massive asteroid on a collision course - an asteroid loaded with deadly alien symbiotes, at that. He had thought of stepping in and deploying his own forces against it, but the Avengers had responded to the situation quickly, and he was interested to see how they would handle it. As it turned out, they did exceptionally well. Martin had also heard that the team had made some interesting findings from the asteroid, something which mattered much more to him; he just needed to concoct an excuse to get access to the Stark Tower labs...
Speaking of Stark, he thought dryly as he pulled his tablet computer out from his pocket - a Chrysalis proprietary design, it telescoped from a 1.5 inch square to a 7x5 inch rectangle when active - and tapped on the online news feed. The first headline caught his eye: "Stark Industries announce renewed push towards Zero Point Mass engines." He smiled. Chrysalis had debuted their first working prototype ZPM-powered jet the past week. It worked, but it wasn't cost-effective, something Martin had known before he decided to show it off...but, Stark Industries had behaved exactly as he'd expected, and with them also developing the same tech, the manufacturing costs would be forced down through both businesses competing with each other. Martin didn't care if it cost his company a fortune, or even if the boys at Stark actually beat him to the punch with a more effective design getting to market first. Just so long as it got there. The ZPM was an important part of his designs for the future, and -
He was snapped out of his thoughts by a distant explosion, and the sound of shrill alarms. Folding his tablet away, Martin leaned forwards to peer around the people that had stood up in shock - and even from what was a good five blocks away, he could see the thick plume of smoke rising into the sky, the flashing blue-and-red lights of police cars, and the repeated cracks of lightning that accompanied the dry barks of gunfire. A bank heist, he thought. How quaint. He shot a glance to his watch and counted the seconds. Four...five...six...
The sonic boom from overhead brought a smile to his face, and he looked up again just in time to see a black-and-silver feminine torpedo with a shock of blonde hair zip overhead, making a beeline for the crime scene. He was too far away to see what happened after the woman dived into the fray, save for a black SUV being thrown 30 feet into the air before getting torn in half, but the gunfire stopped very quickly. Some of the other patrons took out their camera phones as they talked very excitedly...
"Did you see that?"
"How fast was she going?"
"She totally just threw that car on a guy's head!"
A moment later, the female blur snapped back into the sky and flew back the way she came. Martin waved as she passed, though he had no idea if she saw him or not. She would later, in any case.
Picking up his coffee, Martin leaned back in his chair and took a sip, letting the hot liquid slosh around his gums before swallowing. He didn't have any specific plans for the rest of the day...yet...but he had the feeling it wasn't going to remain peaceful for much longer.
(TBC by anyone who feels like it)
((OOC Note: The flying girl is not one of our existing characters; I'll be knocking together a fresh account and profile for her soon))
The curious tone of the girl behind the counter made Martin Findlay-Lewis look up at her pretty green eyes for the first time since arriving in the café. He noticed that the dim light of recognition in her gaze wasn't about to erupt into a full-blown 'oh, you're THAT guy' moment, and so shook his head with a shrug as he removed his wallet from inside his jacket.
"I've just got one of those faces. How much?"
"Oh, seven eighty-five."
He already had the exact change in his palm before she could speak.
Taking his tray with the best smile he could manage, Martin headed back through the door to the outdoor tables, inhaling the strong scent from his black coffee as he went. There were no shortage of more upmarket restaurants in this part of Manhattan, places where someone as rich and influential as he would be expected to dine...which was largely why he chose to differ and headed for smaller, cozier establishments like this one. Plus, he reflected as he slipped down into a free seat, it was easier to keep an ear to the ground and figure out what was important in the day-to-day lives of the average suburbanite, those less well-off than himself, if he actively sought to live around them. And he needed to know that. In fact, he would argue that he needed to know everything.
The weather was beautiful today, and the chatter around him was aimless and pleasant. It was hard to imagine that, scarcely a week ago, the world had been menaced by a massive asteroid on a collision course - an asteroid loaded with deadly alien symbiotes, at that. He had thought of stepping in and deploying his own forces against it, but the Avengers had responded to the situation quickly, and he was interested to see how they would handle it. As it turned out, they did exceptionally well. Martin had also heard that the team had made some interesting findings from the asteroid, something which mattered much more to him; he just needed to concoct an excuse to get access to the Stark Tower labs...
Speaking of Stark, he thought dryly as he pulled his tablet computer out from his pocket - a Chrysalis proprietary design, it telescoped from a 1.5 inch square to a 7x5 inch rectangle when active - and tapped on the online news feed. The first headline caught his eye: "Stark Industries announce renewed push towards Zero Point Mass engines." He smiled. Chrysalis had debuted their first working prototype ZPM-powered jet the past week. It worked, but it wasn't cost-effective, something Martin had known before he decided to show it off...but, Stark Industries had behaved exactly as he'd expected, and with them also developing the same tech, the manufacturing costs would be forced down through both businesses competing with each other. Martin didn't care if it cost his company a fortune, or even if the boys at Stark actually beat him to the punch with a more effective design getting to market first. Just so long as it got there. The ZPM was an important part of his designs for the future, and -
He was snapped out of his thoughts by a distant explosion, and the sound of shrill alarms. Folding his tablet away, Martin leaned forwards to peer around the people that had stood up in shock - and even from what was a good five blocks away, he could see the thick plume of smoke rising into the sky, the flashing blue-and-red lights of police cars, and the repeated cracks of lightning that accompanied the dry barks of gunfire. A bank heist, he thought. How quaint. He shot a glance to his watch and counted the seconds. Four...five...six...
The sonic boom from overhead brought a smile to his face, and he looked up again just in time to see a black-and-silver feminine torpedo with a shock of blonde hair zip overhead, making a beeline for the crime scene. He was too far away to see what happened after the woman dived into the fray, save for a black SUV being thrown 30 feet into the air before getting torn in half, but the gunfire stopped very quickly. Some of the other patrons took out their camera phones as they talked very excitedly...
"Did you see that?"
"How fast was she going?"
"She totally just threw that car on a guy's head!"
A moment later, the female blur snapped back into the sky and flew back the way she came. Martin waved as she passed, though he had no idea if she saw him or not. She would later, in any case.
Picking up his coffee, Martin leaned back in his chair and took a sip, letting the hot liquid slosh around his gums before swallowing. He didn't have any specific plans for the rest of the day...yet...but he had the feeling it wasn't going to remain peaceful for much longer.
(TBC by anyone who feels like it)
((OOC Note: The flying girl is not one of our existing characters; I'll be knocking together a fresh account and profile for her soon))