<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First Meetings<br/><br/>Prague was just the type of city Kumiho enjoyed.  There was nothing he despised more than the way many modern cities were converging onto a similar design, similar architecture, similar culture and the same damn restaurants.  A flat earth, globalism, he knew all about how it happened, but it was the opposite of how it should go.  Kumiho considered himself a global creature, a being of the world, and that meant diversity, so many completely different and foreign things, all banging and rubbing into each other but refusing to change.<br/><br/>Prague had refused, to a great extent.  There were parts of it that looked like everywhere else in Eastern Europe, big ugly apartment buildings the Soviet Union had crapped all over the continent.  But there were beautifully unique things too.  Tonight he had popped on a leather jacket to hold off the cold, had himself a piping hot Czech dinner and was strolling along the sidewalk like every other damn person in the city.  He liked to see them sitting and sipping coffee, or spilling out of the bars, or strolling under the gorgeous dark trees.<br/><br/>But Kumiho wasn't an observer, he liked to get into the mix.  He eyed each place he passed or each person, considering who to be tonight, what to do.  The possibilities for him were nearly endless.