First Impressions [Closed | Abel]

When Fionn claimed that he couldn't blame him for being cautious, Abel merely leaned back in his chair ever so slightly, each of his fingers folding back into the palm of his hand. That was what he had been hoping to hear. If he had heard this man claim that being reckless was the course of action that was needed, he would have gotten up and left right away, if only because it would have made it very apparent that there was some kind of alternative agenda behind trying to bring this plan to life. As it was, he still wasn't entirely sure as he listened to Fionn talk. It turned out that the Quincy were getting to be more and more common because of an event that happened to kill off many Shinigami. That was an interesting prospect. He would have assumed that a group that deigned to call themselves something that translated to 'god of death' would have been immune to the frigid hand of death that worried so many others. And yet, here Fionn was sitting, claiming that even Shinigami could die. It was a strange contradiction. But he had been exposed to so much, that for now he would not question it. 

After all, it was essentially impossible for him to gain any real knowledge on these groups as a single individual. And of course, Fionn kept pushing his plan, explaining that the process was likely nowhere near as thorough as it had been before. It almost felt like Fionn was desperate in trying to convince Abel that this plan was not as foolhardy as it seemed. And given the blankness of his expression, it showed that he was not doing much to impress the young man. Still, he allowed Fionn to speak. He felt no need to truly interrupt someone when they spoke. Especially when they spoke of something he had no true information on. Of course, he would normally do his best to learn about the topic at hand during the conversation. Unfortunately, these were truly unique circumstances. He had no way of gaining information on supernatural things. However, it seemed that this run in was going to be cut short. Fionn was apparently 'a very busy man'. That earned him the first change in expression that was actually genuine. Abel rolled his eyes. He truly didn't think that Fionn was that busy of a man, if he was able to take time out of his day to approach a stranger and dump all of this information onto their head. 

Of course, that roll of his eyes was followed by a minor amount of cringing as Fionn tried to use 'teen speak' on Abel. Still, he took the business card that was offered, and said a single thing in response to what Fionn said. "Never try and talk to me like some fifteen year old again. I'm twenty. You can talk like an adult, and not some vapid teen." The way he all but spat out those words marked the first true change in tone that he had given this whole time as well. He almost sounded disgusted by the way that Fionn had spoken. Of course..he never did like talking via slang or by shortening words. He preferred to speak in a more normal manner, rather than trying to fit in language that would be better found at some high school in the states.

Still, even as he took the business card, Abel couldn't help but get the feeling that he wasn't being given all of the information, or even the whole story. He kept an eye on Fionn as he crossed the street..and then turned to face him before his signature started moving away rapidly, while his form remained. Interesting. So there WAS a way to trick the eye with that kind of movement. Abel sat at the table for a few more minutes, waiting for the waitress to come and take the payment before he nodded politely and left the restaurant. This was a change to his day he hadn't been expecting. With that in mind, Abel started walking towards the alleyways.

As he entered a particularly empty one, he looked around. Aside from a stray cat or two, the place was empty. So, as he turned the corner, he focused on the ground beneath his feet. He imagined it as being very springy..and then he bent his knees and jumped, a green circle of light hovering mere inches above the ground as he ended up atop a rooftop. Nobody ever really looked up. That was the way most places worked. Still..Abel took care to remain just out of sight of the few people that would occasionally look up as he moved from rooftop to rooftop, getting back onto the street that led to his own home. However, as he landed on the final rooftop, he saw something that made him stop. People. He couldn't just jump from a rooftop onto the pavement now. People would be confused as to how he hadn't broken any bones, and that would lead to questions he didn't want to answer. So instead, Abel pulled the business card he had been given out of his pocket. It held Fionn's name and phone number on it.

But then he read the email. It was..so dumb sounding. 'handsofhealing2@hmail.com'. It was a personal email. Of course it was. You couldn't exactly get a business email for something like what Fionn seemed to do. Abel rolled his eyes as he checked the Alleyway. It was empty now. Good. He stowed the business card back in the pocket of his jacket and simply walked off of the edge of the building. Within seconds of beginning to fall, a faint green light flickered underneath Abel's feet, and his descent became far slower. When his feet finally touched down on the ground, he looked around. Good, nobody had said anything, and all the shutters on houses were closed.

Still..Abel had much to think about. This plan of Fionn's was reckless..but he also seemed willing to do what was needed to gain Abel's faith in him. He puzzled this meeting over in his head as he went down the usual path. He would have to really try and think about this over the next few days..

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