<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>Pandemic, Virgil  |  Open<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kenichi bristled a bit at the dismissiveness in the Goblin's voice.  Perhaps it was unintended or imagined.  Having just met the man, it would be wise not to leap to conclusions or judge too soon.  Whichever of their methods was successful would be unknowable as the symbiote took both and drank them down, including the glass the orange juice had come in.  But not the gallon container of the milk.  Was there a reason?  Was one mentally categorized as a container and the other not?  It was intriguing to consider given an alien mind.  After the titanic belch and the glass spinning across the table, it seemed the issue was resolved.  "Take care in drinking or eating something in bulk if you do not know what it will do to you, young one."<br/><br/>He rose to his feet and looked around the now thoroughly trashed cafeteria.  Jac was no longer at the table, having apparently slipped out in all of the chaos.  A disappointment, he had hoped to talk to her more.  But then why shouldn't the rest of this experience be disappointing?<br/><br/>He sighed.  "Please continue your meals but try not to make more of a mess if you can," he said to Pandemic.  "Let us be respectful of the staff.  They are taking a risk even working here, after all."  Kenichi didn't think that the being intended to be so disrespectful to the facility, the staff, or everyone else.  In many ways, he was as a child was.  But this had to be contained.  His own appetite had quite been put off by all of...this.  So he took his plate up and carried it to the trash, dumping the food and then taking the utensils and plate to where they were to be left for cleaning by the staff later.  He did take a few moments to drink the glass of milk that he had poured for Pandemic, since that had been left in his hand.  He began to pick up after that, lifting fallen chairs back onto their feet, straightening tables, and then to start taking up the fallen and sometimes broken tableware that had been thrown about by the stricken symbiote's flailing.