workout in the mornin' workout in the evenin'

[defenestration]

Who: Adrian + the folks who live and/or work at House of Ego
What: Terribly important meetings
Where: House of Ego
When: Backdated to Monday
Notes: There's no workout room (terrible oversight), so the living room will have to do. Accost Adrian with mundane business, ogle his tiny purple workout shorts, etc.
Warnings: Tiny purple workout shorts?

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[goodeintentions]

As Veidt spoke, Aimery tugged one of the dustrag from his jacket pocket where he'd tucked it earlier and gave the arm of the suit a more thorough going over; there wasn't that much on it and he hadn't been directed to clean it yet, but it was literally impossible to do it as well as he could and he might as well, seeing as he was standing there.

"Why did you chose it?" Aimery asked, glancing up as he moved on to cleaning the gorget and shoulder, "Have you a power like mine? You seemed so strong and fast then, it can't all be muscle and diet, can it?"

[defenestration]

Adrian watches as Aimery takes it upon himself to really put a polish on the costume, and congratulates himself on his excellent decision. It's going to be nice to have someone around to hand off the bothersome cleanup work to.

"I discovered that I had a destiny." A very slightly absent look creeps into Adrian's eyes, as he pictures the spirit quest that set him on the path he walks now. "I'd always wanted to do something great for the world, to live up the potential I knew I was wasting, and I discovered that being a masked hero was the answer." He makes a soft sound almost like a chuckle. "No, I have no special powers. Although at home they do call me the smartest man in the world."

[goodeintentions]

There was a brief pause in his work at the mention of wasted potential, caused by his own concern that he was wasting his. Except Aimery's drive to do something for 'the world' had exceeded his capabilities and what little he'd accomplished had been taken away from him. He had far more power now, without the courage or direction to do something with it.

Adrian's calling himself the smartest man in the world, however, jogged more pleasant memories, and he chuckled in return. "Actually, I've a friend who said he was the smartest man in his world, too, and dressed in costume, but that's where the similarities end. Eddie described himself as a," Aimery stood and held up his palms, more in a jazz-hands style than air-quotes but with the same intent, "reformed theatrical villain- I think he was mostly seeking attention."

He shrugged and looked back at the costume a moment, "Even if he'd noble goals like yours, I doubt he'd be half the hero Ozymandias is."

Is or could be, Aimery wasn't sure, but Eddie in that costume was a hilarious thought regardless.