<div class="floatleft">(http://www.americanjacketsstore.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/Andrew-Lee-Potts-Alice-in-Wonderland-Jacket.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Alfred Birche<br/><strong>Alias</strong>Leshy<br/>Tagging: Sam (mentioned), Titan (mentioned), Ghost in particular.<br/><hr/><br/>He felt the presence out on the course a few times, but, much as the wraith-like thing had concluded... Birche had been hyper-focused on the time, on his own execution. He sprawled out on the ground, much in the way a cat might, forming a sort of curled in letter 'C', even though he was now back in his human form. He was holding onto his medallion and looking at it when Ghost spoke to him. "You're not wrong. Two supers for parents. If I flunked out, I'm pretty sure my existence would be disavowed."<br/><br/>He cants his head to the side; again, feline-like. Was he merely eccentric, or did his 'spirit form' have more of an affect on him than anybody really realized? Who could say... "Invisibility is your specialty, I take it? Or... are you even here?" He talked at the air, eyes focused some place on Ghost's torso--or eyes, if they'd manifested physically yet. His eyes shifted back towards the course, watching Sam, but not having seen the actual shift, since he'd been distracted. But that... thing that looked like a foul mockery of a human was fascinating.  It wasn't like an animal. He might have to go and study who that fellow was.<br/><br/>But even as he watched and observed, he did something else. He took the medallion out, and made sure it was dry. It was pretty sophisticated tech for some sort of keepsake--the inner components were practically hermetically sealed, keeping out smoke, water, and other such things. He traces the lines of the symbol of Marzanna (https://www.wulflund.com/img/goods/en/medium/morana_morena_slavic_godess_of_death_b.jpg) idly. "You're probably judging me for not being a team player. I can get it if you are. I have my reasons, though."  He clicked open the medallion with a trick switch, and it began to play music, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mvLg6MQ39I) and showing two things inside; one more interesting than the other. The most obvious thing is the dim, green lighting of an LED clock synced to satellite time for their time zone, accurate to the second.  It looked older, and a close inspection would reveal this was a device that had been modified throughout the years, old bits--like the LED clock--seeming like they would fade in the next few years, while other things, like it's special casing, seemed only month's old.<br/><br/>But the other truly interesting thing in it? A picture, a memento, sealed away behind something a bit stronger than bullet-proofed glass. It was a smiling girl, a teenager. Pale as snow, but not an albino--she had eyes that were blue, like the seas. She wore a choker with an Albatross on it. Her hair was black, with a few red zig-zag streaks in it. "You know, when the chips are down, when all the cards are laid out on the table... it's nice to have a partner, to have someone you can trust. But when push comes to shove, and your friend isn't there... what happens?"<br/><br/>He sighed, and closed the medallion, causing the repeating music to cease. "A person's got to be able to handle things on their own. A partner can't always be there, can't always back you up." Maybe he and Titan had some similarities there.  Now, one might assume from the memento, that this might have something to do with the typical tragic backstory that seemed to plague Supers. What he says next is either a firm denial, or a case of misdirection--intentional or not. "It's one of the many things my parents could agree on, at any rate. Glad I didn't bring comms with me for the run." Might very well be misdirection, with the way he had fiddled around with the medallion, and the implications that it could have as he had spoken. Maybe it was just coincidence, though. Or meant to inspire mystique or intrigue, because who the hell was the girl in the photo, and what was her current status? Among the living, or among the dead?<br/><br/>He chuckled a bit. His manner seems very laid back, and casual. Calm. Like this weather. His stomach slightly protested... he had carb-loaded this morning, because he knew how the shifting worked for him, the calories he needed. But even a few minutes left him wanting a snack. Maybe some nice, juicy meat to just rip into... "What about you, spirit? Got anything you want to spill out, or just want to watch the others?"