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"Lead on? Any true gentilhomme knows that it's always the ladies that go first" A jovial tone spreading through his sentence as he mock bowed, holding his arms out in the direction of the elevator before following closely behind. He couldn't clearly make out the loud shouting coming from above, but he could vaguely make out something about Nike? Maybe free shoes? He was more of an Adidas man himself, but one doesn't pass up on a free pair of shoes if offered.

The sight of the amazonian was a shock to say the least. Julien had met a few strong women in his time, but full armour and a shield was going a bit far. He took this as a slightly somber message that there were no free shoes to be had. He moved over with Karlie before introducing himself.
"Bonjour, if I'm completely honest I think you'd have a better shot at giving the tour. I can't say I was following much of it, this place is close to a labyrinth.

Julien watched as Rufus rose from his chair, reminding Julien a little bit of Nosferatu, before laughing slightly at his pokes at their character.
"Queen Bee and Boyband" He repeated with glee. "Not a bad name for a Britpop group if I do say so myself." He added.


Julien Touré


Julien was away in his own world, thinking about any number of seemingly pointless things before being taken aback by one of the girls from the tour tripping onto him. A confused look struck his face for a moment before his regular boyish smile returned to his face. If his father were here he'd have inevitably made a terrible joke about American women throwing themselves at him.

He raised his eyebrows at 'French fry', letting a quick and quiet laugh seep out before replying.
"French fry, I suppose it's not the worst thing I've been called." He joked. Let's just say the criminals of Paris were less than eloquent with the insults they flung towards Julien. Uh, I'm not sure there is one down here, maybe up that elevator to the actual mansion itself?" He spoke, standing up from his leaned position against the wall and sliding his hands into his pockets. "I could lead the way if madame wishes". In all honesty, Julien was struggling to think of a witty retort to the French fry thing. Madame would have to do.
@Burning Kitty Cheers! Changed that now.

@Spinosaurus Sounds good to me! Any specific ideas about how they know each other?
I'm also up for past relations if anyone wants to have any with Kate!
@The Kid Lantern That's cool as hell!
Finished my bio, sorry it's not great I'm not feeling to well at the moment.

I've finished most of my app, just going to work on a bio that I'll probably finish tomorrow and then I'll be fully finished!





America was a strange place for a Frenchman. The hustle and bustle of Midway City took Julien by surprise, he had hardly seen anyone who wasn't in a rush during his short time there. His entire situation was strange to be honest. Sure he'd gotten alright at this hero business, even cocky, but never in his life would he have dreamed of working with a hero on the level of Nightwing, much less being sponsored by him for a new superhero team.

He sat slouched outside a small café, phone in hand as he mindlessly browsed social media, truth be told his nerves were getting to him, he'd never show it though, never in his life. He looked down at his watch, it was about time to make a move, he picked up his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder before walking towards the address given to him before his flight to America.

Half an hour or so later and he had arrived. The mansion was impressive to say the least, a grin grew on Julien's face, out of disbelief that he would actually be living there for any period of time mroe than anything. With a deep breath he opened the door and entered before merging with the forming group and listened as Nightwing and Zatanna explained the situation.

With regard to the exchange students, Julien couldn't help but wonder what would actually happen if any of them discovered what was actually going on under the mansion. The thought of a mind eraser gadget like the ones from the Men in Black films came to mind, but then again they were probably vetted and tested to make sure they would stay loyal if such an event were to occur.

His thoughts drifted towards gadgetry itself, he wondered how much funding he could possibly get to work on his own arsenal. He had a few ideas in the works, namely something that would protect him from more than just a pistol. A bullet blocking cape would be cool for sure, but he was no tailor, lacing his own clothes with the bullet-proof material was difficult enough.

After being shown his room, Julien got to work personalizing it. 'Got to work' was probably a bit generous in all honesty though, he hadn't brought a huge amount from home, getting what he had through the airport was difficult enough. He placed a record player on his bedside cabinet and stuck a solitary Radiohead poster on the wall.

Julien exited his room. Hoping to socialise with anyone else exploring the hallways.
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