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[color=b18f71][b][i]Interactions - [/i][/b][/color][@NightmareInd]
[color=b18f71][b][i]Location - HQ Kitchens[/i][/b][/color][/center]
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Feeling the heat of newly baked brownies against his pearly white teeth, Neoh exhaled a long, delighted sigh of joy which accompanied a taste comparable to heaven's gates, themselves. He had succeeded. It took six attempts, it required him to go above and beyond, and it warranted frustration in the purest of forms, but he had finally managed to best this most elusive nature of a brownie treat. [color=39b54a]"May poets write of this success, for victory has been achieved,"[/color] Neoh's soft, melodic voice left the boy's lips, after he fell back towards the large table, at his side. He took another bite, and a third, his delighted glee finding no end in indulgence. In situations like these, he would have found himself grateful of the trait coursing through the young hero's body. A trait he was not aware of, not yet, at the very least. A trait, one might say, which would proceed to change Neoh's life entirely, once truth of its nature boiled to the surface. He could not gain in weight, nor could he achieve a muscular build, no, he could not change the most mundane of features other than a simple haircut. Locked in stasis, frozen in time, taken out of the equation entirely, Neoh was a mutant whose body maintained its current state and would proceed to do so for eons to come. A power many would seek to achieve, one villains of moral ambiguity would kill to seal within themselves.  It was not a stretch to point at this peculiar boy and consider him a curious entity, indeed. However, it would be foolish to expect a smile, or an excited reaction to this most eventual realization. Neoh was an observer, placed in a world which would continue to grow, and move on without him. A brother, a mother, and friends would all find themselves in the rocky seas known as life's wondrous adventure, as Neoh remained on the shore, engaging in this development through a black-eyed gaze, and little more. 

Considering the blissful expression blessing his features, however, other things had taken place within the boy's mind, a focus which remained fixed on the brownies now cooling on a metal plate. It was only when his attention was stolen, that Neoh turned his head to a new arrival. Odd, he had not been expecting this change in scenery, but Arrowcaster had not made it a habit to keep everyone notified of every single line written into the ever-growing chapter of their journey. [color=39b54a]"Mh?"[/color] A quiet sound slipped through a pair of slender, pale lips as obsidian orbs others had grown used to shifted their focus to this most unexpected change. [color=39b54a]"I believe many seek the legend,"[/color] came a statement, accompanied by a slight, if toothy grin which bridged its way across Neoh's mouth. This man, he was armored, and armed, for that matter. Guns, tools of those without the spectacular. Loud things, obnoxious on the very best of days. It did not take a master in psychology to note a less than enthused manner emanating from the young hero upon taking note of these additions. [color=39b54a]"One would agree, that parting with weapons is only common courtesy, when stepping through the threshold of another's home, no?"[/color] The boy asked, tilting his head, eyes focused on this man, with zealous intent. Trust, it was a curious thing, indeed, something earned, rather than given. [color=39b54a]"Would you then indulge a young mind's curious nature, good sir?"[/color] Neoh continued, with a small, casual motion of his hands. This brought a large, ghostly, white sword into existence which caught his small, weightless frame with ease as he dropped onto its shape. With one leg over the other, Neoh took another bite of his brownie, that mischevious smirk lingering upon his pale face. [color=39b54a]"What brings a stranger to our stage? I have read the script and alas..,"[/color] he took another bite, [color=39b54a]"your presence eludes me."[/color] Raising a finger, the boy continued, [color=39b54a]"that is not to say, that an unexpected entrance lacks welcome."[/color] Finishing the brownie, Neoh gently rubbed his hands together, before resting them on his lap, small, dainty fingers drumming against his thigh. [color=39b54a]"Enlighten me, warrior. Accompany firearms with linguistic delight,"[/color] yet again, a grin blessed Neoh's lips, revealing that he enjoyed a cryptic conversation far more than any teenager had any right to. However, as he leaned forward upon that floating sword, he spoke once more, the boy's voice maintaining its theatrical nature. [color=39b54a]"Impress us with an audition and maybe..,"[/color] a finger rose, yet again, its nail colored obsidian, to tap on the teen's chin, [color=39b54a]"perhaps..,"[/color] he stated, [color=39b54a]"an audience with the esteemed Arrowcaster will find itself earned."[/color]