[Thread] It was like looking into a mirror.

[payitgladly]

Characters: OU John Preston, OPEN
Where: anywhere (make it clear one way or another, please)
When: sometime in the afternoon
Summary: Preston arrives and immediately starts to explore the compound.
Warnings: Possible violence? If anyone wants to try and beat up on the Warden look-alike, be my guest. He can more than defend himself.

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By the fountain

[queenofgames]

Atem sat on the fountain, tail twitching idly as she trailed her fingers through the water. She was well and truly over her cold now, but emotionally, she was still feeling like crap. Toshi still hadn't replied to any of her posts, and she was getting more and more worried by the moment.

As she played idly with her engagement ring, the god plushies, curled up at her feet, began chirping at her. Her head snapped up, ears swiveling forward, and her eyes narrowed at the sight of (who she thought to be) the Warden. "Decided to come mingle with the commoners, did we?" she barked, folding her arms.

[payitgladly]

((Brain-breakage doesn't work well on Preston? But he will gladly be confused! (Or not so gladly.)))

It was an imperceptible gesture but the Cleric did actually sigh at this. He wondered when it would be when he finally heard the end of all this Warden nonsense. Even for one as patient as he, it was beginning to wear down on his nerves.

He straightened his form up more rigidly and gazed down at the (cat?) girl sitting at the fountain. "It has to be done sometimes," Preston replied. If they were going to call him names he might as well act as though he deserved them. Wait--that was selfish. He paused and then added. "Even a Cleric must interact with the people." Maybe it was hint enough?

[queenofgames]

(OOC: I tried? XD)

Atem blinked. "Cleric?" Her eye then caught something metallic, and she looked at his wrist blankly, seeing the cuff there. "Oh. My mistake."

[payitgladly]

((It is good. I am glad. ;D))

Preston glanced in the direction her eyes fell and he unconsciously rubbed his left wrist where the cuff rode too closely to his watch and managed to actually annoy him with its uncomfortable positioning. His eyes flickered back up to her. "Yes."

On the street

[little_wing003]

Tim made his way down the street without any real purpose in mind. He had just... needed to get out of the apartment. Being there had just left him increasingly frustrated and agitated for no reason he could think of, other than the fact that maybe he was still all... post-traumatic over the thing with Harth.

Which he wasn't. He was dealing.

He glanced occasionally at the people around him, until his eyes lit on... Bruce? Well. That was a new look for him. Tim's lips twitched in a slight smirk as he began making his way toward him.

If nothing else, bantering with the man might help him get rid of all the extra energy he seemed to have these days, and if he was really lucky, maybe he'd be able to talk him into a spar.

"Hey, Bruce," he called, once he was finally in easy talking range.

[payitgladly]

Preston paused and looked over at the new resident calling out to him. It had to be to him because the kid was moving directly towards. The name, however... was different. He was beginning to get used to being called "Warden" by mistake, but this? This was altogether different.

For a brief moment the stoic man raised a single eyebrow. Like it had never happened in the first place the minute expression was gone in a blink of the eye.

He turned towards the boy to address him. "That is the first time I have been called by that name as opposed to another certain title," he said idly, in almost monotone. "I am, however, not him either. My name is John Preston, First Class Grammaton Cleric of the Tetragrammaton." He paused. "I am a new resident."

[little_wing003]

Tim frowned a little in disappointment. Not Bruce. This was the guy he'd "spoken" with over the PDAs. Except that he'd been Robin there, and he was Tim now, so he had to play it like this was the first time they'd interacted.

All right.

He put a friendly smile on. "Sorry--you look a lot like my--" he stumbled over the explanation of his relationship with Bruce. The Bruce at home was his boss and kind of like a Dad, too, and the Bruce here... It wasn't quite the same. He treated him more like he treated Dick. "My friend," he finished, a little lamely. "I'm Tim."

[payitgladly]

Preston gave a formal nod of acknowledgement. "Good to meet you. I apologize for the mistake. It seems I share a look in common with a few too many people here that the residents know. This is the first time it has been for the better rather than the ill." He tilted his head to the side. "You hesitated over the word 'friend'? If I may pry, why?"

Yes, even Preston understood the concepts of friendship. They might have been a tad bit more cold and calculating than how most people thought of it, but he still viewed trust and loyalty in high regard. Preston instead was wondering why Tim had hesitated over word because... perhaps it was untrue? A bit more complicated than that? Or just a pseudo-lie/half-truth? He was curious to understand how sense-offenders worked. Why not take advantage of this very different world while he could?