08-18-2020, 10:27 AM
Nothing much changed from Xander's appearance. He had found an old pair of American made blue jeans. He had unfortunately borrowed from Tobias' wardrobe with a worn vintage heavy metal band t-shirt. He'd found it in a thift store still in good condition even if it was a little worn. Some of the best things were used. Xander pulled on a black leather jacket over the t-shirt. Both the t-shirt and jeans were a little tight -- but in all the right places he thought to himself as he admired his reflection in the mirror.
Z was closest to himself. Z was not a facsimile of who he was, he was almost Xander Mitchell -- almost. Old friends used to call him Z. He was an American teenager when he'd been that person. Z was what he would have grown up like. Without the cons. Z was a normal person. Or what Xander thought he'd have been. Z was hard working business man. He was here on vacation, checking out real estate -- looking for a new place to live. He could work anywhere he wanted. There was always the need for a marketer. Z was good at his job.
It was all a story but it was very close to reality. Z's family was gone from this world -- he was alone. Like Xander.
Armed with Z's life firmly in place Xander made his way to the Bottom of the Cup cafe and hoped none of the magical forces gave him away. Maybe that was why he liked Asha -- he was waiting for her to figure it all out. Which made Xander want to abandon Moscow, but first he would go back to the cafe and order food and have a good time.
He pulled open the door and laughed to himself when he heard the hostess say 'like the number?' he must get it all the time. Xander chuckled, "I guess my timing is impecible. Do you ever get tired of saying that?" He asked as he waited for the hostess to guide Seven to his table and luckily himself as well.
Z was closest to himself. Z was not a facsimile of who he was, he was almost Xander Mitchell -- almost. Old friends used to call him Z. He was an American teenager when he'd been that person. Z was what he would have grown up like. Without the cons. Z was a normal person. Or what Xander thought he'd have been. Z was hard working business man. He was here on vacation, checking out real estate -- looking for a new place to live. He could work anywhere he wanted. There was always the need for a marketer. Z was good at his job.
It was all a story but it was very close to reality. Z's family was gone from this world -- he was alone. Like Xander.
Armed with Z's life firmly in place Xander made his way to the Bottom of the Cup cafe and hoped none of the magical forces gave him away. Maybe that was why he liked Asha -- he was waiting for her to figure it all out. Which made Xander want to abandon Moscow, but first he would go back to the cafe and order food and have a good time.
He pulled open the door and laughed to himself when he heard the hostess say 'like the number?' he must get it all the time. Xander chuckled, "I guess my timing is impecible. Do you ever get tired of saying that?" He asked as he waited for the hostess to guide Seven to his table and luckily himself as well.