Calm Before the Storm - New York (OPEN)

[Egon Schildträger]

It wasn't often Egon took a day off, but considering the last day or so, he felt in this case, it was warreanted. So, he sat at a table, outside a coffee shop, as as he sipped his latte with one hand, he turned his Pilot Driver over in the other, looking the device over.

Odd to think, such a small thing could change someone's life so thoroughly. He'd gone from chief of security to... some kind of superhero. And it seemed he took rather well to it. At least, Mr. Ymnikin seemed to think so.

It was still a lot to take in.

[Leopold]

"Excuse me, sir... your tent..." a worried Batista said, watching a man devour several hot dogs slathered in mayonnaise.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll pay you some rent, let me at least spend one night first, though," the man said, wiping some mayonnaise off of his lips and sucking on his fingers. "More importantly, the mayonnaise here isn't half bad."

"Sir... Please... Get your tent off of our property..." the Batista demanded in a hesitant voice. "It's disturbing the other costumers..."

"What does my tent have to do with the other costumers? It bothers them that when they go home they have a hot bath and more food to look forward to? Well excuse me, but I like my comforts, too," the man said, eating another hot dog.

[Egon Schildträger]

Egon blinked, pocketing his Driver as he glanced over at the curious scene. It was then he noticed the tent. To be honest, he'd thought it was part of some kind of promotion. Stores had done stranger things.

"The issue," The blonde began, turning to look over. "Is that your tent is on the store's property. If you must camp out, perhaps Central Park would be better."

[Leopold]

Leopold turned his head toward Egon. "No good. Some dude in a suit on this giant blue machine kicked me off because he was building somethin'. Then he had this chick dressed in white shoot at me until I left. Pain in the ass," he said, scarfing down the last hot dog. He dropped a few bills on the table and looked the Batista in the eyes. "That should cover my food and one night's rent."

[Egon Schildträger]

Egon hiked an eyebrow. "That sounds like my employer, actually." The man sipped at his latte, watching to see how the scene before him continued. If nothing else, it promised to be interesting.

[Leopold]

"I keep telling you to get out! We won't allow this tent on our property! I'm getting the manager!" the Batista declared, turning around and walking into the coffee shop.

"I don't get people. You always complain that life is boring, and then when someone decides to make a home in your front yard, you start complaining that life is too exciting... I swear, these people can't match my speed..." Leopold said with a sigh, whipping out a mayonnaise bottle from inside his jacket. "Now if only I had something else to eat..."

[Egon Schildträger]

Egon shakes his head, snorting a little as he sips his coffee again. Whoever this man was, he was at the very least a very strange individual. "Sometimes it is a question of how much excitement, or the type. I've found myself quite recently with just the right amount, I think." He glanced over at the man, something besides his behavior striking him as odd.

[Leopold]

"You mean that Rider Gear you were playing with earlier? I've seen enough of those being passed around, but you seem to be new to the scene," Leopold said as he walked toward his tent, opening up the door and pulling out a box of donuts. "You look like a high school student who just lost his virginity, the way you were staring at it."

[Egon Schildträger]

Now the man had Egon's full attention. He looked over at Leopold, an eyebrow hiking. "..." Well, since the man already knew what it was... "You could say I'm very new to it, yes." The analogy was a bit crude, but perhaps accurate in its own way.

[Leopold]

Leopold opened the box and poured mayonnaise from his personal bottle all over them. He lifted up the box and pointed it to Egon. "Want one? They're delicious~" he said, taking one for himself and eating it.

[Egon Schildträger]

Egon's nose wrinkled a little as he sat back, waving off the offer before sipping his coffee again. "No thank you, I... already ate." He murmurs, shaking his head a little.

"I suppose the logical question now is, why live in a tent?"

[Leopold]

"Easy answer to that. I'm on a journey around the world to find the best possible home for my family," Leopold said as he devoured another mayonnaise covered donut.

[Egon Schildträger]

"Hm. An admirable goal. Though I begin to wonder what your criteria might be. If sleeping in front of a coffee shop seems acceptable." Egon regarded the man curiously, taking another sip of his latte, and finding it was getting unpleasurably low on coffee. He'd have to address that shortly.

[Leopold]

"I like to sleep next to sources of warmth or food, depends on my mood at the time," Leopold explained, biting into another donut. "So, what's your story?"

[Egon Schildträger]

"I'm simply a man who's very good at keeping things protected." Egon murmurs. "Moreso, now."