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multiversallogs2012-04-10 02:40 am
mightyfallen) wrote in multiversallogs2012-04-10 02:40 am
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i don't want to be a proud man, i just want to be a man
Who: Jack Benjamin & Charles Xavier
What: A lunch meeting and a discussion of potential funding.
Where: Coin's End
When: Misdi, mid-day.
When Hasibe had pointed him in the direction of one Charles Xavier some weeks ago, he'd been cautious. He trusted Hasi explicitly, of course, but being seen with a xenian and advocate of xenian causes wasn't anything he could afford at the time. The conversation he'd had with the man in The Vault had been consequently brief and guarded, and when they'd agreed to meet elsewhere, Jack had seemed (and quite honestly been) grateful for it.
It might come as a surprise, then, that the location he chooses for their long-overdue lunch meeting is not only a public venue, but right out in the open in the middle of Coin's End. They serve an excellent salmon pate, is his excuse, although subtlety isn't what he needs right now regardless. He needs his loyalties to be clear—but without the change being too abrupt, more like it's no change at all, as if he'd only given lip service to certain groups and found their anti-xenian sentiments during the crisis distasteful enough to finally part ways.
(It helps that that's almost the truth, of course, but he's not fool enough to think that alone will make it believable.)
He arrives early, dressed in a light grey suit sans tie, and takes a table on the front patio to wait. If there's a certain reflectiveness to him, and uncharacteristic quiet just under his more genial masks, it's only that this feels like a beginning. Step one—toward something good, for once in his life.
What: A lunch meeting and a discussion of potential funding.
Where: Coin's End
When: Misdi, mid-day.
When Hasibe had pointed him in the direction of one Charles Xavier some weeks ago, he'd been cautious. He trusted Hasi explicitly, of course, but being seen with a xenian and advocate of xenian causes wasn't anything he could afford at the time. The conversation he'd had with the man in The Vault had been consequently brief and guarded, and when they'd agreed to meet elsewhere, Jack had seemed (and quite honestly been) grateful for it.
It might come as a surprise, then, that the location he chooses for their long-overdue lunch meeting is not only a public venue, but right out in the open in the middle of Coin's End. They serve an excellent salmon pate, is his excuse, although subtlety isn't what he needs right now regardless. He needs his loyalties to be clear—but without the change being too abrupt, more like it's no change at all, as if he'd only given lip service to certain groups and found their anti-xenian sentiments during the crisis distasteful enough to finally part ways.
(It helps that that's almost the truth, of course, but he's not fool enough to think that alone will make it believable.)
He arrives early, dressed in a light grey suit sans tie, and takes a table on the front patio to wait. If there's a certain reflectiveness to him, and uncharacteristic quiet just under his more genial masks, it's only that this feels like a beginning. Step one—toward something good, for once in his life.