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[color=#7BCDC8]“I apologize before hand for correcting your assumptions, but the term kid is a misleading description for me.”[/color] Charles replied kindly as he kept a look out, his hand fiddling with his hat every few moments. It was uncomfortable for the most part because he wasn't accustomed to wearing such a thing since the 1800s and that was a top hat. His words continued to speak while his eyes wandered across the individual faces and made brief presumptions based on memory, continually nervous his disguise wasn't enough to hide him. [color=#7BCDC8]“I do regret that I'm unable to offer a suitable reward for your aid in return.”[/color] 

Already Charles had absorbed the man’s name and stored it away in his archived library of memories. His mind pinning notable visuals to the word’s meaning in order to enable him to identify Anton should they ever cross paths again. Lazy as the method sounded, Charles had ceased putting too much effort in recalling strangers for a long time now. Mainly due to the fact people drifted in and out of each other’s lives since humanity’s early days, often too selfish to bother with trivial work required in developing connections with them. In the immortal’s jaded view, only those who sought and strove to keep contact with him were worth the drudgery. These individuals were rarer than the selfish creatures he encountered all the time.  

So, he believed they deserved to be valued as such. 

Inhaling quietly, he tilted his head upward in order to view Anton and observe him. If the man found the young girl, any differences in his current behavior and words toward Charles would indicate it fairly quickly. Noting the man used a camera, the immortal frowned. It didn’t help he wasn’t a big fan of technology and tolerated a limited selection that was dated after the 1800s. In his view, it was rather humorous how the Prae and Licentia revealed themselves to mankind, but each race was determined to remain rather detached from the events they likely triggered in man's nature as they aided them into a new revolution. In the end, each had placed their mark upon the race as a whole. In one way or another, Charles thought bitterly looking around. 

Currently, he wouldn’t have minded being sent on a fruitless mission and wasted the time looking for the girl, who might not even be there. In his mind, he had an endless road compared to others and so he had the time to devote to a frivolous task. Something caught his attention from his peripheral vision. His head turned to spot the very speaker who had earlier addressed the aggregation was now shifting through it, seeking out and talking with selective individuals. Those people of interest then started to move from the crowds like they had been instructed to do so. The sight stirred his intuition that things were getting much worse and his window to escape uninvolved was being reduced by the longer he stayed. Unfortunately, Charles couldn’t simply leave without officially knowing if the girl he sought was actually here or not. 

[color=a187be]"Professor Aeon, I must admit, you were the last person I expected to see here. A man after my own taste, it's a pleasure to see you."[/color] A voice, far too pleased in Charles’ perspective, addressed him from behind. 

When Zeki called out, he thereupon jerked in reaction. It was a daft notion to believe his disguise was going to last all night, the professor realized when he had been discovered. Carefully, noting the eyes of a few younger generation looking in their direction, he turned to face the very source that had been “kind” enough to disclose his identity to everyone else. Regrettably, punching wasn’t a polite greeting in Medius or the immortal might’ve actually considered practicing it in this situation. 

His hand reached for his hat and removed it, the attempt to blend in a complete failure. Naturally, his mind started to pick out features that drew his eyes and made memorization easier. An eyebrow raised in question upon seeing the man dressed in an old fashion top hat, well-kept tuxedo, fluttering cape and a cane held in his hand when he approached Charles. It was obvious to everyone by the professor’s expression he didn’t recall ever meeting the Lucenti before now. 

Adding the brief description to his mental library, Charles then spoke in his known calm and mature manner. [color=#7BCDC8]“As I’ve told many of my students: appearances are deceiving. In this case, depending on what you’re thinking that’s likely the case. Mr...?”[/color]