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Morgan smiled wide at the description of Casey's noted exploit. "Hey. As a very wise novel character once said? 'All your life, people will try to take your accomplishments away from you. Don't you go and do it for them.' Granted that was about a young girl who was interested in math, so take it for what you will. Gotta love the original Sarah Harding. You helped protect an important political figure. That is nothing to scoff at, even if it was a team effort." he said, He was impressed. he'd known people did this kind of thing young, but... Well, when he was young he wanted to turn flying into a career somehow. Or somehow turn his Hellfire into a commodity. Or be a professional wrestler... Any way one sliced it? Heroics were a 'if only' kind of situation for him. He ate his chicken happily, relishing the burn of the hot sauce mixing with the flavor of the meat. "So!" he said, wiping his face a bit in an effort to not have said sauce all over it while he tried to talk, and taking the initiative to change the subject, since it seemed she was uncomfortable with the idea of sharing her exploits. "Out of curiosity, what brought you to my profile page and made ya think 'this guy, let's see how it goes?'" he asked. "I mean, I took a look at yours and you seemed like a fun person to know with the ability to fly being a plus. I'm genuinely curious about the 'girl scout' thing, 'cause the only exposure I had to them growing up was cookie sales, but a friend of mine was involved for a few years and she told me all kinds of fun things she did with her group."

"I've got literally nothing for the day. I work from home for 4 hours a day in the mornings. 'Being lazy' is pretty much what I do when I'm not going out flying. I don't think you'd look too bad with wings, a tail, and horns. Probably get plenty of fanboys at that point knowing how some people think of that stuff. Somehow Demons get far more positive attention these days than Angels, which always makes me giggle a little even if Fallen Angels still get the short end of the stick 'cause they're neither." he said, happily sipping his own delicious drink. Mango-Dragonfruit... Gotta love it. "Usually they get portrayed as emo pretty-boys, which is something I like to bring up at family get-togethers." he imagined his mother's reactions to some of those stories... And art depictions. It was always funny to see her gripe about not being 'emo.' "So, you can only float?" he asked, curious. "So, what? Can you only go up and down? Or can you maneuver a bit? Believe me, I know how annoying it can be to be limited in comparison to others. My mom, her old 'friends,' and any given Angel... Heck, some humans who can fly, can all fly circles around me. I'm told I'll get faster as I get better at it, but try telling that to a thirteen year old who can barely fly ten miles per hour while his teacher can fly just about anywhere she likes within an hour. And telling him, 'I just have to pretend like both my wings are broken and covered in clay' doesn't help the ego."

He nodded, letting her pay for this one. "I'll get yours next time, then." he said, smiling. "And yeah... Problem is whether I'll stay the way I am for the next eternity or so. I ain't aging, and I've got it on good authority I ain't likely to age anytime soon, so unless I get my fool self killed somehow? I'm staring down an unending road with a lot of dark clouds over it. For the name-calling? I mostly just ignore it and fly off. One of the best things about being able to fly? The idiots can't follow you for the most part and when you're up in the clouds everything just looks so small, I can't help but feel like a simple name-calling means absolutely nothing." he finished the last with his smile turning wistful. "Well... Unless they're Angels. Then it's just annoying." He said, humor coming back in full force. "No sense getting upset over the little things, right?" Maybe hanging out with a 'demon' wasn't exactly helping his case with the Angels, but who cared about them, anyway?

"Nah. I've mostly been getting settled in for a while, and trying to establish a presence first as someone who CAN help. It's been a bit, but there's just so much to do here as opposed to back home, I've just been trying to figure out HOW to step in and help without potentially stepping on anyone else's toes, yeah? If I screw up? Well, I'm only 'human.'" he said, laughing. Half-human or no, he wasn't perfect. He put a couple of the spicier wings on his plate and dug in as well. Gotta love the burn. "Whoo, yeah. That's the good stuff. If I had sinus problems they'd be gone now. How 'bout you? I feel like I'm probably the slow-goer in this, since I'm only just getting in on this, but I'd love to hear some of your exploits if you're up for it?"

"Oh, trust me. I know. When I was ten, it was 'take your child to work day' at my dad's firm. I could not sit in those office chairs. Ever." he said, grinning. "But yeah, everyone uses their powers frivolously every now and again... Well, the powers that one CAN. I fly to and from most places when I'm not in the mood to take my time or deal with traffic lights. And I've been asked to help friends move no fewer than three times because I can lift a couch- one-handed and fly it out the window rather than down three sets of stairs. And then up fifteen floors when we get to the new place." Thank you, Emily, for that wonderful experience. "I remember one time, a woman was out on the 15th floor balcony, right? And there I was, holding up a sofa waiting for my friend to get to her apartment and open the balcony doors into the living room, and this thing was not small. It was one of those long sofa things. Had to hold it careful-like 'cause it was a reclining sofa. After that I just made repeat trips back down to the moving van and brought stuff up. The old woman just stood there with a cup of coffee looking at me like I was the strangest thing she'd ever seen." he said, doing an impression of confusion, approximating the face on the old woman he of whom he spoke. With that done, however, he began eating as well, enjoying the hotter wings while savoring the milder ones he could get his hands on and trying to keep his hands as clean as possible but not obviously stressing himself over it. "So, no judgement from me. All us with powers use 'em, and not always for the 'betterment of society' but because it's just more convenient not to have to walk down stairs, or wait for the elevator."

He saluted with his beer when Casey offered the toast to old-style journalists. Then he shrugged to her question. "It pays for my hobbies, and my investments pay for the bills. I could just as easily get by without the job, but I didn't want to just sit about and do nothing. It allows me to work from home and it's a lot better than customer service. Worked that in a call center while I was going through school. First day I came in? They told me I wasn't allowed to 'wear costumes to work.'" he said, chuckling. "I told them they were free to try and take them off if they'd like, but the medical bills would be sent to their legal team. Now, at least, I get the sense I'm actually helping people rather than smoothing over problems ala 'customer retention' practices." "I'd say something to the contrary of you being taken seriously because you're too pretty, but I can spot a trap when I see it." he said with a grinning. "Instead I will simply say that I'm sure you could make it work if you wanted to do it. As for 'other plans?" He pondered for a moment. "Well, this kind of IS my 'other plan.' Came here from Minnesota. Seeing the world is a good goal, though. It'd be nice to see some of the fantastic views of the world." With his own beer going, he piled some of the wings onto a plate as well, trying to think of how to eat them without getting sauce all over his hands and possibly his face... And failing. It always happened unless he tried to eat them with latex gloves, and that just looked odd.

"This is a scene wherein we're drawing attention, yes." Morgan said. "Most people are probably curious now that it's obvious there's no immanent danger or a massive fight breaking out, but it's best to let people get on with life and make an announcement later about what happened. You should maybe do an interview with a reporter to explain to people what happened so they can catch it in the news if absolutely necessary. Just be sure to have someone experienced in dealing with the press with you if you decide to do so. I'm sure that those who deal with extraterrestrial arrivals will be interested in speaking with you." He explained, smiling as they walked. "Believe me, I fully understand the curiosity. I've never flown higher than the clouds, but even from there I get curious about what people are doing down here, and Mom once said she was always curious about how humanity lived even from her home dimension." When given orders to clear the path, Morgan nodded. "On it!" he said happily as he walked a little faster to get ahead. "Alright people!" he said loudly and with a bright smile. "Nothing going on, just a new arrival with a flair for dramatic entrance!" he gave a laugh to help put people at ease if needed as he began trying to get people out of the direct path to the sidewalk and not bunched up in a crowd. "Just gonna take the new arrival, Miss Andromeda, to get situated. If people could please clear a path for us? We don't know if she can fly in-atmosphere, so it's the good old shoe-leather express until services arrive! I'm sure she'd be willing to answer a couple of questions while we wait, eh?"

Morgan nodded, accepting the nudge and letting it go, going back to his regularly-scheduled laid-back line-standing. "Meh. 'Morgan' works just as well as Nephilim." he said, shrugging slightly. For all he might be a snob for himself? He wouldn't begrudge others their choices in food or drink, so her reaction to his liking of mango-flavored drinks had no impact. The talk about small towns, however got him talking again. "Brainerd wasn't too small, all told, but it was 'small enough.' Problem was? The priest. Dude just would not get off his high horse about mom and me, and kept trying to rile people up, I imagine to get pitchforks and torches together and force an exorcism on us or some such. When I was a kid I just thought it was funny. Stopped being funny when I grew up and understood what the words 'Abomination' and 'Crime against Nature' meant."

Nephilim took his drink back and followed along, just getting to know people. Good step to establishing himself, yeah? "It's more that hydration is a good thing on hot days, and we've come up with methods of keeping our drinks pleasing. Sweet is 'good' for most folks, but it's not really 'nourishment' save that it helps keep you hydrated. And food is... Weird. It's at once necessary, a hobby, and a point of contention. Sleep is necessary, for the most part, due to needing to 'recharge' and it's how our brains process a day's information, storing what is deemed 'important' information while dumping the short-term storage of less important information in the form of dreams." he explained, trying his best to remember all those trivial facts he'd learned watching documentaries. He laughed a bit at the mention of 'making a scene' and Andromeda's reaction to it. "A 'scene' is verbal shorthand for saying 'public spectacle.' They can be great things, when they're planned, or dangerous when they're unplanned and unannounced. I believe the concern here is that you came in like a wrecking ball out of nowhere, and now people are either scared or curious as to what happened which can cause congestion in the walking areas, irritation among those not interested, or even draw the attention of less-than-pleasant people looking for a way to cause trouble. When someone says 'we're causing a scene' it usually means that 'we' are distracting people from their daily lives and potentially drawing trouble in the form of drawing unneeded attention to ourselves. A good example of the 'normal 'form of 'causing a scene' is someone shouting insults at someone in the middle of a restaurant. It causes people to look away from their own conversations, drawing attention of a negative kind... Makes the person yelling and whoever they're yelling at the center of attention." Nephilim explained, as best he could. "Then again? There are good 'scenes' as well. Like when a man asks a woman to marry him in the middle of some big function or, again, at a restaurant. So it's all in the context of the situation."

"Nothing beats lager for putting out mouth-fires." he said, nodding as though spouting sage wisdom. "I've got zero problem with picked-up food. It's what i eat ninety percent of the time. The only real question I ask is 'where to go for variety.' One can only eat takeout Chinese so often. Which is why I'm glad I found a Thai place, a Vietnamese place, a Mexican place, and an good old fashioned sandwich shop within a few days of moving here. That and a good bar via my friend Emily. "i'll let you decide who gets what, since you brought the food, yeah?" Worst case, in Morgan's mind, was they part ways at the end of the night and she could hit him up for dinner on him as friends. He pondered for a few moments before continuing, "Journalism, eh? Interesting. Not my thing, personally, but I went into computer science to get certified for technical support, so I don't exactly have room to talk. I don't think I'd have the disposition to be a proper journalist. That and can you imagine me trying to read the news on a cable channel?" he asked, grinning. " It'd be hilarious, but nowhere near practical in my case. What drew you to journalism as a career path? Thinking of setting up newspaper of your own? Or just doing the freelance thing? or are you going more for doing journalistic research and announcing news on T.V.?"

"Indeed I am! Morgan Belial King, in full. Or Nephilim. Some shorten that to 'Neph.' Please don't blame me for the middle name. it was mom's contribution." he said, smiling wide and shaking her hand in turn. "Nice to meet you, too. In person, anyway." he nodded and took a seat as comfortably as he could, leaning forward slightly before back. his own reasonably tall frame letting him rest his wings on the chair back with a bit of work and positioning. "I probably wouldn't have been any better. My ability to cook extends to 'follow the video or recipe to the letter' and usually 'recipe' includes 'instructions on the back of the box.'" he said, chuckling a little. "I love hot wings. I especially love wings where, after I eat them, I can't feel the roof of my mouth. Or my tongue. I love spicy food. I love regular food.... pretty much the only thing I can make for myself is gumbo, which is easy because it's basically 'anything soup' with rice in it."

Morgan flew through the air reminding himself of exactly what he'd signed up for. Honestly? he'd posted his profile expecting it to sit there in internet oblivion where he would inevitably forget about it. And then someone messaged him about it. Cute girl? Flyer? Yup. All good signs. Not to mention highly unlikely to be a villain in disguise. he'd tried to be open and upfront with the prospective date in messages, hoping this wouldn't wind up being an elaborate setup... Last thing he needed was to be Super-Punked... While his mind turned to potential horror-stories of heroic-community dating and the problems inherent therein, his wings took him up to the location he'd GPS'd out, flapping to gain altitude and catching an updraft to gain more. When he actually looked at the place where he was meeting his date? He was more than a little awed. Sure, he'd seen the place while flying about, but actually looking at it and heading for it with intent to land was another thing entirely, right? When he landed in the courtyard, he made sure his suit was on right. Nice (and modified for the wings) business-casual suit in black with a white shirt. Why? because it never hurt to dress well, and it helped that he kept thinking 'just like going to a bar. Just like going to a bar' over and over to keep his nerves from fraying. Then he looked around, eyes catching on the table, basket, and the girl sitting on one of the chairs. "Miss Casey, I presume?" he asked, letting the echoes of divinity carry him through with as much confidence as possible. he wasn't anywhere near as smooth an operator as some he'd heard of, but if there was one thing Morgan could always be confident of? It was his strength of personality.

Searchable Profile [Photo 1: is a selfie of a young-ish looking man with black hair wearing sunglasses, swim-shorts, and sandals. No shirt, allowing the well-muscled and tanned form to be visible, even with the dark black-feathered wings providing a bit of shade with how he has them unfurled. Photo 2: Photo taken from above the clouds, looking down on the bay with wisps of cloud entering or leaving the frame. Photo 3: This one is taken at a bar, with the man dressed up in a modified suit with his arms and wings around two other people.One is a young woman with brown hair and a sly look to her face and the other is a man almost a foot taller than him with a bald head and a kind of ‘giant teddy-bear’ look. Caption reads: ‘Best friends reunion! Woo!’] Name: Morgan, *Nephilim Gender: Male Preferred Era of Pop Culture: I like the 90’s, but I’m open to others. Can’t stop me loving the Beetles, but I love the modern stuff as well. About you: I’m literally a Nephilim. Half-Angel… Technically. It’s complicated. I'm pretty easy-going, I like playing video games, reading, or going out for drinks at the bar and watching whatever sport is on at the time. Still getting into the Hero gig, just moved to the city recently, so still finding the best spots to see. I ain’t growing old anytime in the foreseeable future, so I’ve got a long time to wait. Yes, I collect things. I have a large collection of figurines and memorabilia. No, I won’t get rid of it. Looking For: Women. Partner Goals: Truth be told? No clue. I have zero idea what I’m doing, anymore and I love it. I’d like to meet people with similarly extended lifespans, but I’m open to shorter-term deals (For me, anyway.) Mustn’t be averse to feathers (Yes, they’re real.) Please no hyper-religiousness. Must be OK with me having friends who will probably comment on life choices. My Favorite Thing About The Place I Live Is.... Plenty to do, plenty to see, and no one looks twice when I fly overhead. And a Starbase Coffee a few blocks from my apartment building. Most People Who Know Me Would Say I'm... Laid back, Easy going, and slightly irritable when pressed… possibly also far too willing to share info on myself. My Favorite Childhood Memory Is... First learning how to control Hellfire. Five Things I Am Not... Emo, A Pack Mule, weak, An evil ticking time-bomb, an Abomination. Private Letter to ErosUnlimited

Nephilim smiled. "Well, Welcome to earth then!" he said happily. "This is Freedom City... You kind of landed in the park. Sort of." he looked to Sunset lake. "You kind of landed in the lake. Ah well. No big deal. Just be careful if you need to land like that again. A lot of people tend to get scared when fiery balls of stellar doom fall from the sky. Want some iced tea?" he offered, holding out the cup. "It's one of my favorites. Cold-brewed Wild Orange Blossom and Youthberry with a twist of lemon." He pondered her words for a moment. "The Forebears? 'Ones-Who-Cultivate?' And 'Miss' works. As does 'Ma'am.' But 'Miss Ma'am' doesn't really sound right."

"I'll look into it, but I don't tend to dress very fancy 'in uniform.' I only tend to dress up in normal clothes unless, like today, I'm just relaxing in the sun... or getting some delicious Starbase Summer Flavors. Mango-Dragonfruit refresher... I just need to decide if I want coconut milk or lemonade..." he said, trailing off as he weighed the options in his head. On one hand? Lemonade was good for the tartness it brought to the drink. On the other? Coconut Milk was just as good in a sweet way. "If 'Nephilim' is too much? 'Neph' works just as well. I don't tend to make much in the way of 'secret identity' stuff. Kind of hard to NOT show who I am, ya know? After a few years of being 'that kid with the wings' I gave up on the notion of 'fitting in' and just went with it, yeah?" he smiled happily. "Own it, so it doesn't own you."