[OPEN] Left With Nothing But a Name

[x_darkslayer]

Characters: Nelo Angelo, OPEN
Where: outside, anywhere, any city within the "main" area?
When: basically while no affecting plot is going on/after most current events
Summary: Nelo is just wandering about the city a bit, exploring. Will be stalkerish if Tony shows up.
Warnings: None currently; depends on who shows up.

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[lyoko_coder]

Even reclusive computer nerds had to see sunshine every so often. Even if the sun in question was artificial.

For once, Jeremie hadn't argued with his roommate on the matter, venturing out without being goaded into doing so. He squinted for a moment in the light, eyes needing to adjust from artificial lighting from incredibly realistic artificial sunlight. Then he started to walk.

He subconsciously skirted around other people, going in the general direction of the foot traffic but not quite blending in with the flow. He mentally noted landmarks and street names. It wouldn't do to get lost.

A man with a long purple coat approached from the other direction. The man's startlingly white (not pale, white) face were a definite attention-grabber. Perhaps this man was an albino.

Regardless, it was none of his business as he continued to walk.

((OOC: You looked so lonely. :D Feel free to harass.))

[x_darkslayer]

((I was so lonely. ;; Harassing is definitely something I can do. :D))

But Nelo could feel it when someone lingered just a little too long on his appearance; stared at him for just that extra second that meant they had some more interest than the usual person, even if it were just slightly more than the rest. His eyes snapped easily and quickly to the boy.

He stopped walking after the boy had passed him, briefly contemplated, then turned around to follow. His steps were silent, his aura impossible to read (he'd learned that trick a long time ago as just a way to hide from his master), but of course turning around one would actually see him.

Nelo told himself it was mild curiosity. What about his appearance attracted the boy's attention? Was it something wrong with his doppleganger ability; and was it something he could fix about it?

[lyoko_coder]

For someone so intelligent, it was amazing just how oblivious Jeremie could be when he was thinking of something else. At the moment, he focused on the surrounding shops, just window-shopping for no other reason than he could.

This is an unproductive exercise. Stop it at once.

Jeremie snorted, rolling his eyes. He mentally bit back the rebellious teenager's cry of "You're not the boss of me!", merely continuing on simply to annoy XANA.

He'd already dismissed the apparent albino from his mind, thinking that it was another "atmosphere" person the computer had created for whatever reason.

[x_darkslayer]

He was in fact not so easily dismissed into the realm of "just another puppet being" here to add into the somewhat fake reality of a "normal" society. He was fully Phased and somehow aware to the knowledge that the kid in front of him was as well. Call it an extra-peripheral sense

[lyoko_coder]

The basic paranoia of watching for XANA attacks before the two started "sharing" his body cut through his afternoon of whimsy. Someone was actually following him

[x_darkslayer]

Angelo would not have been terribly frightened by something so ridiculous as a glowing eye with an arcane-like symbol upon it. The devil's eyes could appear every bit as dangerous if he so willed it. For the moment though he was completely normal, and even his signature (his aura of power) was so subdued as to be impossible to detect.

For a moment Nelo thought he felt something from the boy. But he was uncertain as to what it was--nothing quite demonic he was sure--and did not follow-up on trying to figure it out when it faded into the background.

"Perhaps," he finally said after a small moment of simply staring down stoicly. His voice was a bit husky, and it belied his small frame and instead made his tallness stand out--and made it seem as though he should have had more build. Irrelevant as he continued, "I did notice you looking at me before. That makes one curious." He took a menacing step forward. "Why?"

[lyoko_coder]

Jeremie blinked, XANA equally surprised by the question. That was it? No mugging, no fighting, just...that?

He visibly relaxed, the still bewildered XANA retreating for the moment. He let out a nervous laugh and rubbed at the back of his head, turning fully to the strange man.

"Sorry," he apologized. "It's just that you don't see an albino very often."

[x_darkslayer]

Nelo considered. Was it then, that his appearance was too off the "norm" for human appearances? He hadn't thought of the skin color. It seemed to come naturally to make the form that way...

He shook his head with a small scowl that disappeared once he resettled his gaze on the boy. "Is it so rare that you must insult another for such an uncontrollable fate?"

Not exactly what he wanted to ask but he was being...overly cautious.

[lyoko_coder]

Jeremie stared down at his shoes, the very image of remorse. "I didn't realize that I'd insulted you. I'm sorry."

Perhaps he'd looked a bit too long and made the other uncomfortable. Heck, this guy probably got that a lot. No wonder the guy had chased him down.

Now he felt really guilty about going on the defensive from the start.

[x_darkslayer]

Nelo did not know how to react to the remorse he saw in the other. It was certainly not an emotion a demon would show. The closest one of his kind got to that was a fearful "apologetic" expression to one's master, or greater, and simply for the fact that they were more powerful and likely to rip one's head off.

In the end he wrote it off carelessly and merely muttered something more before turning crisply on his heel and stalking off back into the city street.

((Ugh. Sorry. I'm not sure what to do with this muse and-- ::stares at muse:: ...He's just walking off. Anti-social bastard.))