| Current mood: |  amused |
Eliosha Paravich sits in the café quietly, watching the people mill about. A woman orders an insane complicated espresso mix that will likely take several years off her life and make her already foul temper more so. Several teenagers at the back of the line seem preoccupied with their cellular phones (he’s still not certain how it is that humans don’t have telepathy; it’s easy for him) and something called “texting”.
He shakes his head and takes a sip of the fourth drink he’s ordered this hour. The first three are still mostly full, the results of his decision that he can’t stand them. He looks down at the newspaper, reading the news of the day, but his eyes on only half on the paper. In his mind’s eye, he’s looking down on the world from the Great Wall of China, even as he’s snowboarding down the slopes in Aspen and climbing Mount Everest.
Looking through the paper, he finds himself intrigued by the stories of other beings with powers that reside on this planet. Men of iron and flesh, creatures considered demons in most religions and his own people walked the world, helping or harming humans as they choose. The Deviants moved among these as well, keeping themselves out of the sight of their Eternal cousins, lest they be removed like any other cancer.
“Sir, are you finished?” the barista asks as he reads. For a moment, Eli doesn’t even notice her. He often becomes engrossed in something once he begins to read it not to mention splitting his focus between activites, and it takes her speaking to him again for his head to rise.
“Oh, I am fine. Thank you.” he says accented English. The barista smiles and is about to move on when Eli speaks. “Excuse me. These…people.” he points down at a picture of Iron Man. “How do I find one?”
The barista gives him an odd look. “I don’t know, really. Go to New York and get mugged. Good chance you’ll find one waiting around to help you. They do that sort of thing there, yet there’s more crime there than any other city in America. Go fig.” she says.
“Go fig.” Eli repeats, smiling as he tries to wrap his head around human language. He takes another sip of his vanilla frappucino and considers letting the manager here know that these drinks need more vodka.
Just one more thing to see to when he builds his own kingdom, someday.
