[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff4500]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/22945f0b-6aea-4f8b-ba58-8e3c2790d559.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=ff4500][b]Location:[/b][/color] DTB Fade Between
[color=ff4500][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr]

	If Caesar had been shown all that he was shown at once, he wouldn't have believed it. Perhaps the gradual revelation of this was necessary to allow his brain to process the things he had been made witness to, starting with something that was familiar. A business deal, crime, cover-up. The corruption of those sworn to protect; he had seen a lot of that in his lifetime. The murder of innocents that tore so many more apart. He saw his daughter's corpse upon a table and weeks later, saw her fighting a monster that belonged in a sci-fi film. And the dreams... related or not, he had been dreaming very strange things lately, of darkness and rain and blood; lightning illuminating steel that struck down inhuman foes as celestial beings watched. Maybe they even placed bets. 

	Had he not been eased into this, if any of those things could be considered "eased", he would have thought himself mad right now. Or dreaming. Perhaps to wake, he would have eaten a barrel of high-velocity buckshot. That would have been counterproductive to finding answers. But did Caesar really want answers right now? Maybe. Definitely, he wanted solutions.

	The insurance guy was speaking nervously, using humor and pop culture references to ease his unease. Annoying, but understandable. The bodybuilder chica was being rude. Not helpful, but it hardly affected him. Yet. Superstar couldn't stop talking. Also nervous. Also understandable. Also annoying, and where did she get off staring at [i]him[/i] for saying his own name? Oh, take out a leg and she'd make a [i]fine decoy[/i] if he needed one to cover an escape. Fine decoy indeed. 

	With a great sigh on behalf of his companions, Caesar took a quick look around, finally asking a question, [color=ff4500]"Kyra? Kyra, [i]por favor[/i], is there anywhere we can go that isn't in the open? It is exposed here. I can tell you my story later."[/color] His words were still raspy, but polite, for the most part, end even.