i am just a man not superhuman [OPEN]

[defenestration]

Who: Ozymandias and You
What: There's a masked hero out doing what masked heroes do.
Where: the neighborhoods around city center
When: Misdi - Veerdi evenings and into the night
Notes: Please suspend your disbelief and pretend a mask around the eyes is a really great disguise.
Warnings: Possible minor violence against NPC baddies?

Adrian refuses to believe that's no meaning in the fact that his costume came to Baedal with him. Just as he refuses to believe that the only good use for it is to protect him when fighting off the occasional invasion of mysterious creatures. When the world back home is right, he intends to put the mask on again, knows he won't be the only one who does. So in the meantime, there's no excuse not to get back into practice again while he's here.

There may not be any man-eating crows or giant ants roaming the streets tonight, but that doesn't mean there are no monsters to be found. Humans -- and humanoids (he's still rather coming to terms with that) -- are perfectly capable of doing evil all by themselves. And that's where Ozymandias comes in.

Tonight he's out in the streets of the central city, keeping a reasonable distance from his home in Brock Marsh just to be extra careful with his identity. So far he's stopped a mugging in progress and left an unconscious thief locked inside the business he was trying to rob. It's not a busy night, but it feels nice to be protecting a city again.

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late veerdi night

[patricide]

He finally releases the circlet, slowly letting his hands drift away. The left, both dominant and physically scarred reaches for Adrian's hand and clasps the outside. "This belongs to you, Ozymandias."

When he looks at Adrian, something else falls into place with Lex as well. What they have is a partnership strong enough to endure the largest of complications. Lex keeps their eye contact as he speaks. His determination is there, and Lex also regards Adrian with a significance he felt certain was misplaced until now. "There's none I'd rather share a vision with. There will be no choice but to look upon our works."

late veerdi night

[defenestration]

Adrian feels a strong sensation of satisfaction, at being right about his assessment of Lex, even from their very first meeting, and at his decision to make a rare move in allowing someone else to walk shoulder to shoulder with him on his path to greatness. There's never been a single doubt in his mind that he would achieve everything he's ever planned for, but now there's an unexpected rush of renewed excitement about those plans.

He takes the full weight of the circlet in his grasp but doesn't pull it away, instead accepting the grip of Lex's hand over his, something more intimate and more significant than a mere handshake. "I look as much forward the day when you stand triumphant before the world, Alexander, as I do to the moment when I can finally reveal my great gift for mankind."

late veerdi night

[patricide]

Lex pulls his hands away and with it gives a slight push of the circlet in Adrian's direction. It's his own crown to wear, the king of kings. He gives a smile and serene nod in acknowledgement. There's nothing more to say of that matter, and he doesn't want to mar it with unnecessary words.

"I'll leave you to finish up for the night." He's not sorry he interrupted. "Goodnight Adrian." Saying the man's first name aloud still feels rare and unused, but not at all uncomfortable. Lex turns away and heads to his own penthouse. There's much to think about before drifting off to sleep.