<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/>[ooc: you've got your headers mixed up, just so you know]<br/><br/>Greece.  Oh, that was interesting.  The face Kumiho was remembering was indeed from Greece, now that he could connect the three--the face, the facial hair, and the place.  He remembered the encounter, a handsome face tended to be more memorable, either for the desire to kiss it or the desire to possess it.  Kumiho sometimes liked to get close to someone just to get a hand on their skin and be able to borrow their look.  For him the world was a clothing store, but of bodies and faces.<br/><br/>Mykonos was a particularly fun place to go, a continual party with the Mediterranean sun and a sense of being away from everything.  Kumiho had been there a number of times, and seen a number of faces, but he could place this one now, if he imagined Max in the sun and sea, rather than the cool stonework of Prague.  "Yes, yes, I've been to Mykonos, that must be it," Kumi replied with a small smile, taking a long pull of beer.  "Such a great place.  Nothing like Prague though.  It's like the sun never sets."<br/><br/>There was one problem though.  Kumi had most definitely not been wearing this face when he was in Mykonos.  Certain places called for certain looks, and when there he had a particular look he preferred.  Less ethnically ambiguous handsome man, and more beautiful dark eyed Greek woman.  He posed as a model when he was there, preferring to spend the days on the beach in a barely there bikini, and the nights dancing in a slinky dress.  It's what the place was for.  If Max recognized Kumiho from there ... well, he couldn't.  Which meant there was more to this chance encounter than chance.  Someone had found a way to track Kumiho, despite his efforts, despite his powers.  It should be impossible, but Kumi had always figured someday they might figure out the impossible.<br/><br/>He set his beer down.  It was not the time to let alcohol get to his head.  The question was how to get out of this situation, and then figure out what the situation was.  Kumi glanced around the outdoor seating.  Had Max suggested here because he had compatriots?  If so, slipping away might require real effort.  No one was obviously watching, but maybe they were good.<br/><br/>"I'm actually starving," Kumiho said, flipping over the little menu sitting on the table.  As a waitress walked by he suddenly reached out and gripped her by the arm, not forcefully, but catching her attention.  And leaving his hand there just long enough that his body learned her body.  "Could I get a chlebicek?" he asked her before letting her arm go and letting her head back inside.  Now it would just take a moment's distraction.<br/><br/>"So, Max, besides travel, and being filthy rich, how do you spend your time?" Kumiho asked, waiting for the moment he could make his getaway.