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Nestled in a far corner of the establishment, Artorius sat staring quietly at the pages of his book. An english to japanese dictionary, the cover was already becoming worn out from the constant rummaging of its pages. Having only been in Japan for a few short months it was still not an easy language to be fluent in but the shimmering being had little else to occupy his time and poured himself into the pages at all hours, mumbling phrases to himself often. Today was no different save the fact that he wore his exoskeleton today. Lacking a completely solid body it made his clothes look distorted, but the exoskeleton provided a bit of defense and an inconspicuous silhouette at a distance. 
The face plate wasn't doing any wonders for a disguise but he had always reasoned it served as a warning or means of intimidation.

Glancing from the pages, the ominous glowing purple orbs that served as his 'eyes', he took in the surroundings without concern. Many questions concerning the what and where were in the air as multiple scores were being executed, likely with himself waiting in the wings. With his ability it was easy to cause severe collateral and heroes jumped to the rescue from crumbling buildings like annoying flies, easily crushed beneath the rubble. It was their place in the cycle of hero and villain.
The place of his 'companions' was another topic. It seemed cliche to say they group had collected quite the array of diverse members, including a true villain and a broken hero to boot, but still that was life. Strange as it was to consider. The cheerfulness of youth and ambition, the somber tones of loss, the indifference of his own existence, and the ghostly fellow sitting so patiently at the booths.

[color=662d91]Better to remain quiet for now. Let the young ones bask in the calm waters before the hurricane sweeps us all away. [/color] Lacking any facial features it was hard to discern his mood, but Midnight felt he was smiling. A jagged line of neon red curved across where a mouth should be as his Quirk emulated his current emotion unbidden.