<div class="floatleft">(http://metrosource.com.s123317.gridserver.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Colb.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Enoch (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308107#msg7308107)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>L.A. (<em>City of Angels my ass</em>)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Oleg<br/><br/>Enoch had noticed the other man's reaction to him, true most people nowadays were more subtle about it unless they wanted to him to know, unless they were sheltered little boy scouts. In this case, Enoch was guess the latter explanation more than anything, not that he cared either way, it wasn't as if he dressed for their attention, he just happened to like the look and feel of everything. And who knew, tomorrow he might show up in a three piece suit that certainly didn't come off of a rack, his tastes changed and varied with each day and sometimes there was consistency and sometimes there wasn't.<br/><br/>He eyed Oleg with a snort however, "of course the gates of hell are open, somethings always open and something is always trying to come out, what rock did they find their newest boy scout under anyways? I didn't think there were any of you..." Pausing to frown at the shimmer in the air around them for the moment, probably a showy newcomer with Transdimensional transport abilities, also known as teleporting or plane shifting. He continued on with his sentence unabated, "any of you 'virtuous' types left from the government to dig up."<br/><br/>Sure enough there was a newcomer,<em>my, my, my, how much eye candy I get to look at today,</em>"I suppose an angel was a more interesting visit than the stuffy guys in a suit that came huffing and puffing into the mountains to find me. I really was trying to enjoy my vacation, suppose angels would have been more practical, storm or not, just fly right in and find me, or teleport. Mortals."<br/><br/>