"Alex, try being<i>nice</i>to her."<br/><br/>The venomous quip still bounced around the PAGAN official's tired mind as he strutted through the city as if he owned the place. And who was to say he didn't? Metaphorically at least. He earned a glare from a shady type when they bumped shoulders, but a whirring flex of his right hand made him reconsider. The palm was glowing a faint, ominous yellow. A faded brown trenchcoat hid the rest of it from view, though it was obviously not of flesh and blood. From under his hat an auburn braid disappeared into his coat, protected from the rain. It was a bitch to keep that thing clean, but it was his trademark. Cutting it was just not an option.<br/><br/>The spire loomed in the distance, lights shone like ever-watchful eyes. They tore through the darkness, through the evil that this world had fallen face-first into. Lowett couldn't help but grin sourly, sometimes the question came to him: was what he did really the right thing? A slew of philosophical<i>merde</i>usually followed, but he tuned it out. Of course it was the right thing. Survival was always the right thing.<br/><br/>It hadn't exactly been the best couple of days for Lowett. The headaches had returned, so had the night terrors. But worst of all, he was running out of tobacco. The cig in his mouth was thin and sloppy, you'd think a PAGAN operative could get some proper smokes!<i> "Mister Lowett~ They're bad for your health~!" </i>the mock voice of the egghead overseeing his last medical checkup rang in his head. I'll show you bad for your health,<i>fils de...<br/>
</i><br/>Whatever compelled this one-armed bandit to walk into the Spire as if he were an actor coming to recieve his standing ovation was beyond the clerk at the desk. That shit-eating smile on his face combined with the piercing green-blue eyes matched with the briefing he had on the man that had been expected. "Mister... Lowett?" The clerk spoke softly, as if he didn't want to disturb anyone by speaking.<br/><br/>"That's my name,<i>alors.</i>" He spoke with a youthful voice, though cracked with experience. The accent he carried was quite noticable. French heritage, that explains the name. The clerk cleared his throat, motioning towards a "no smoking" sign. Lazily, the auburn-haired man followed his hand. His smile widened somewhat wolfishly as he started walking in that direction, leaving the clerk behind in stunned silence. Had he just been ignored, or had this oaf really thought that was a "Go that way" gesture?<br/><br/>It didn't take long for a seemingly irritated grunt to find him, Alex looked down at him with a questioning look, spitting out the burnt out remains of his cigarette into the metallic palm of his right hand before closing it. A dampened flash of yellow light, and the stub was gone. "You look like you've got something to say,<i>mon ami.</i>" He exclaimed with a toothy grin. They both knew why he was here. But what was wrong with being fashionably late?<br/><br/>A lot, a lot was wrong with it, evidently. He narrowly avoided the knives being shot from the eyes of the people that had been waiting for his arrival as he sauntered into the room. The ones he didn't avoid simply bounced off his own confident gaze. Lowett stretched unceremoniously, pulling his long braid out from under his coat in the process. He'd heard about his new partner, that she was a wildcat. Nobody managed to work with her, and he'd even heard he was her last shot at living a moderately normal life. Best to make an entrance.<br/><br/>"Autographs after the show,<i>s'il te vous...</i>" He exclaimed rather loudly with a flourish of his coat, it wasn't as much a joke as it was a jab at the eggheads still glaring at him. He walked over to a rather anonymous looking woman standing quietly against the wall. Dressed in dress pants, a black blazer and a simple dress shirt. Not the outfit he'd choose if he were her, she had the looks to flaunt it. His organic arm planted its elbow into the wall next to her as he tried to catch the cast-down eyes.<br/><br/>"Could you point me to my new partner,<i>cherie</i>?"