A center of the multiverse is all very well and good, but where exactly is 'here'?
Hadrian didn't know.
[i]Can it burn?[/i]
Ah yes, the ever-present voice in his head. It was hard to forget, though he certainly wished he could at times. Hadrian ignored the voice's comment. He wasn't burning down anything today.
Glassy clicks could be heard as Hadrian tapped the fingers of his metallic arm against the palm of it's hand--a habitual tick he picked up years ago. Through his matted strands of hair, he glanced around with otherworldly eyes. There seemed to be no one else present. That gave him some comfort. People...terrified him. He had a distinct feeling though that his luck would soon change. He wrapped himself up in his old maroon cloak, which had seen much use, abuse, and wear. It was stained, fringed, and torn in some places, but it provided some warmth still. Now all bundled up, he leaned himself against a wall, waiting.
Watching.