<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QCq9oa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Charles Sherwin<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Lord Aether (barely known)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Very ordinary sweatshirt and jeans combo<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March 2nd, 2050 | 8:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Totentanz Club<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>@Chase Kostan | Mai Itsuki (M) Zoey Cooper (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>The start to a great meeting<br/><hr/><br/>Making his way to their shady table in the back, past other party-goers with more grace than a man of his size should really exhibit, Charles was humming a tone to himself fully going against the actual music in the club, which he never even paid attention to. Of course he didn't - this place was merely a cover! The perfect place to meet, or so he had been told and heard about, for when you wanted to discuss something potentially highly dangerous in private. He didn't even pay attention to any of the beautiful women and men present in the club, so focused he was simply on his goal - he passed right past a pair of very beautiful people right next to the bar without even noticing them, apparently. Really, he fit in here about as well as oil mixed with water - his incredibly plain clothes, his disregard for why people normally came to clubs...<br/><br/>At their table, Charles set down one of the cheapest drinks available in the club, sliding one to his ally with a bit of a flourish of his hand, before sitting down himself - seemingly without a drink at all, before pulling it 'out of nowhere'. Really, just a bit of misdirection and holding his hand<em>just</em>right enough for it to not be visible - no actual trickery of the supernatural kind involved, his eyes their usual hazel brown as an indicator. Charles' hair was unkempt as usual, and his stubble didn't do anything to hide his wide, slightly goofy grin. Who'd ever guess this odd duo were secretly among those that kept ordinary people looking over their shoulder despite superheroes starting to crop up for real?<br/><br/><strong>"There you go, my treat. ... And if this works, next time it'll be better than this watered down horse-piss, too."</strong>With a chuckle, he took a deep sip of his beer anyway, despite it really tasting utterly dreadful. Their table here, as far in the back as you could go, was barely illuminated at all, and he didn't even have to help with that, almost as if these few had been made with the intent of allowing people to converse unobserved by anyone not sporting night-vision goggles.<strong>"So, what do you think? We got it narrowed down to these three."</strong>He lazily waved at the three names written onto the small slip of paper on the table.<strong>"What would be the biggest show for us?"</strong>