<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FOZwdFoXMAMj9Mr?format=jpg&amp;name=large)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Harada Ichiki Kenichi – The Silver Samurai (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347243.msg16352545#msg16352545)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City - Walking from the grounds, past the training room, to the cafeteria<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>grey tank top, black workout pants, sneakers, carrying a bokken (currently resting on the table)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Goblin clearly thought that Kenichi should know what he was talking about in terms of the 'brand name' concerns and the like.  He didn't see a need to correct him, however, merely nodding.  He also had to fight an eyeroll as the man described himself as a genius.  In his experience, those who said such things about themselves rarely lived up to it.  They had usually just been told they were geniuses because they were good at one thing or lucked into a success or just had incredible financial backing like the Musk dolt.  "Mr. Virgil then.  A name rooted in the classics is quite respectable."<br/><br/>He saw the mistake that Pandemic was about to make.  His eyes widened and he almost felt like it happened in slow motion, "Wait, not-"  Then he threw himself backward from the table into a set of back handstand flips to dodge the bouncing and ricocheting symbiote.  "Shimatta!"  He sighed as the cafeteria was further trashed by the alien's antics, shaking his head.  The kitchen staff were the last people that you wanted to make enemies of.  Yet here they were.<br/><br/>As the alien collapsed, Kenichi walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, returning with an open gallon of milk.  "Not water, Pandemic.  Milk will better neutralize the chemical tormenting you."  He took up a glass and filled it, holding it out to the symbiote.  "Drink this to start."