<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIzkKg4t5XU/WtY-KHiWpNI/AAAAAAAA1Xw/EnHhROAO_WEy0_zJh3l74jZFxDamIU8GwCLcBGAs/w1200-h630-p-k-no-nu/Tony%2BThornburg%2BLuncheon1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Emil Archer Colton</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Hephaestus<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Veronica, Kenzie(?)<strong>Mentioning::</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Saturday, June 20, early afternoon<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Tired<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Casual Clothes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2578/0910/products/product-image-860881673_1024x.jpg?v=1571763931)(https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/aJ4AAOSwy85ebFGS/s-l640.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Emil smiled at Veronica when she called out to him, chuckling softly to himself. "That's the first time I've heard those words in reference to my power... But it's nice to hear regardless. Usually there's someone here to spar with, but I guess the party has everyone scrambling for the afternoon and neglecting their bodies. Everyone except us it seems." The older man replied, drawing a few paces closer to his conversation partner.<br/><br/>If nothing else, he had some respect for the redhead, respect he hoped was mutually felt despite the massive difference in genres for their voices. At least based on how she dressed off the stage, perhaps she was even a fan of his, though he appreciated that she was kind enough to not become a squealing mess on sight. Perhaps that too was due to their shared work, and she knew the harshness of the limelight.<br/><br/>"Speaking of, would you happen to know anyone looking for a date to the ball? Preferably someone on the reserved side? I think I could set you up in return if you needed someone. It just feels odd going to these events without an escort for your elbow, and I'd like to keep the judging focused on my talents, not my relationship status... But first, matters more present than dates and balls. Could I bother you for a short spar? From what I hear, our powers are surprisingly similar. But perhaps that's hearsay too, and I'd like to find out for myself if you're willing. It would only serve us poorly if we were on a mission together without any knowledge of the other's limits." Emil said, every word that drifted through his baritone pitch calculated perfectly. Perhaps with another person's tones, his words would sound demanding and cocky, but speaking was his forte, and he wouldn't butcher his strong suit just to avoid fragile emotions being stepped on like broken glass. Anyone who had spoken with him for a fair amount of time would know that his brutal honesty was an unwavering constant, but also a two way street.