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[center][color=#DAA520][b][u]Los Angeles - Outside Café Belle Vie[/u][/b][/color][/center]
[center][@Count Cuddles][@Prosaic][/center]

[color=#DAA520][b]"Good, on my end,"[/b][/color] Midnight responded through the earpiece under his helmet, the boy's attention remaining on this new addition, this new hero. Who wore a porclein mask? That thing didn't look very sturdy, at all. Though, one could claim that it suited this man's more laid back nature, an almost bored approach greeting the young knight where this french man stood, taking a swig of his drink. 

[color=#DAA520][i]"This fucker has sass. I like him!"[/i][/color] Nocturne's voice echoed throughout Nello's mind, the shade easily impressed by the more lax individuals displayed in the roster of heroes. Those who did not yield to moral obligation, or pretended to be more virtuous than they actually were. He enjoyed it, when people yielded to their more primal urges, to their impulsive nature. It was a pure notion, indeed, one which had not been obfuscated by the ironic term of wearing a mask. There was little need in keeping up appearances, especially if your identity had been shrouded. 

[color=#DAA520][b]"There's another Ultra, here,"[/b][/color] Nello continued, his ghostly voice quiet as he spoke through the device under his helmet. [color=#DAA520][b]"Claims he was helping,"[/b][/color] Midnight continued, before shifting his words to Éclater. [color=#DAA520][b]"I'm Midnight,"[/b][/color] the boy introduced himself, still somewhat unsure of this new arrival.

"Midnight!" Came a young voice, catching the knight off guard before he noticed a child running towards him. A girl, no older than ten, her glimmering blond hair reflecting the sunlit shine like gold. A bright, fair smile was clearly visible on her face as she looked towards the boy, her large, blue eyes fixed on the hero, with an older female voice clearly audible in the background.

"Sara, get away from him!" The child's mother, no doubt, stopping dead in her step a worried expression made its way to the woman's face, seeing her daughter only inches from the dark knight. 

[color=#DAA520][i]"Is this awkward? I feel like this is awkward,"[/i][/color] Nocturne commented, before Nello lowered himself to a knee, that armor clanging as he did.

[color=#DAA520][b]"Sara, was it?"[/b][/color] Nello spoke, his voice soft if metallic, and ghostly.

"Ya'!" The girl returned, a plushie in her hands, a teddy bear wearing cloth armor and a plastic sword. She enjoyed the fairytales, truly. It made sense, that Midnight was her hero of choice. "You're Midnight!" Sara, the girl, exclaimed brightly.

"Get away from him, Sara!" The child's mother repeated before she earned a response from her daughter. 

"Stop it, mom! He's nice!" Came an innocent voice. 

[color=#DAA520][i]"The hell is even happening?"[/i][/color] Nocturne chuckled, unable to fully grasp the situation at hand. Despite being public heroes, it was quite uncommon for people to actually approach. The stigma, the fear of being so official with their approval of vigilantes hindered the notion. 

"Sara, you come back here, right now!" It was clear that the girl's mother was apprehensive to walking closer to Midnight.

[color=#DAA520][b]"Hey, Sara?"[/b][/color] Nello spoke, [color=#DAA520][b]"it's been really nice meeting you, but you should probably head back to your mom."[/b][/color]

"After she takes a picture!" Sara jumped, "take a picture, mom!" She flailed. This would be all over the internet. There was little need for her mother to take a picture, truly, but in the mind of a young child, this moment needed to be captured. 

"Sara!" The older woman tried, in vain.

"Picture!" Sara demanded, causing her mother to groan. If the woman thought her child in immediate danger, she would have surely evened the distance between them and collected her. This mother's apprehension was likely due to public image, more so than anything. With a heavy sigh, she produced her phone.

[color=#DAA520][i]"Give her the sword! DO IT! Give her the sword, it'll be awesome! AWESOME!"[/i][/color] Nocturne shouted before Nello gave in to the demand, conjuring forth Moonshadow, causing the ever-gathering crowd to watch intently.

[color=#DAA520][b]"Here, Sara."[/b][/color] The boy spoke, unable to hide that smirk under his helmet. There was a bit of a rebel inside of him, as he held up the sword with Sara's hand placed on the hilt, a wide smile on the girl's face.

"Woah! Look, mom!" The excitement emanating from the child was truly unmatched, her small fingers on the hilt of Nello's sword, as the boy knelt down behind her, helping the girl to carry the blade for a picture. People say to never meet your heroes, but Nello wanted to make that notion a moot point.