001. video; un: the illusionist

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[Eli's face can be seen for the first time being publicly broadcast to the network, he looks both upbeat and happyto be showing himself to the city of Cadelle on video. Behind him you can see the busy backdrop of The Colonel's in the evening visible behind him as he lifts a drink and takes a long pull before clearing his throat, the hand that had been holding the glass now coming up instead to wave.] Well hey there, Cuddle City- cute name by the way, I dig it.

[He let's the hand fall into his lap as all his attention focuses instead on the video feed.] So my names Elijah Moore, but we're all gonna be familiar enough soon so everyone should just call me Eli. I'm new here, just blew into town recently and I think its high time I start generating some of this positive energy. [He wiggles his fingers in the air the same way one who's talking about mystical energies would totally do.]

I've got a mutually beneficial way of helping things go down- whoever comes down here and buys me a drink gets a free illusion. [His eyes twinkle a little bit in amusement at the suggestion and the pink tint in his cheeks say he's probably already had a couple.] Its been a while since I've been so alone, I guess I'm looking for some company.

Comments

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Anytime someone claims they have powers or can do something no one else can, it sounds like magic to me.

[ Which isn't to say there aren't real kinds of magic out there, there probably are, but Vasquez has never run aground of them, trying to keep his head buried down in the practical. Now that there's no more bounty on his head, he can expand his horizons. ]

Any drink? It won't mess with your little show?

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Okay fine you can call it magic, I'm not mad about it... considering we don't even know how to explain an Augmentation, it just is what it is... [He smiles though it was clear that none of it was rubbing him up the wrong way.]

Ask for something that's as fruity as it is strong! You might've noticed bright colours are kind of my thing. [He shakes his head in dissent at the question.] It shouldn't... I mean, I'm usedto working parties.

[quinientos]

[He's still staring at the man warily, not sure whether he's so trusting of all these bright signs and drinks, but he's the one who came out to find out what this is about. Raising a few fingers to the bartender, he asks for the brightest, strongest thing he has. And for himself, whiskey neat. ]

So you work parties in exchange for your talents?

[He's not going to bring up the P word, but maybe Vasquez is thinking it a little.]

Who gave you these little tricks and talents?

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I work a lot of things. [He frowns, thinking about it.] I mean I have a Gallery where a lot of the work I do starts. [He runs a hand through his hair, a wistful expression thinking of the gallery.] Then sometimes, people ask me to come to parties... sometimes meetings. Hell sometimes people just want me to come over for dinner. Depends on who it is and what they need. A lot of the time there's alcohol though, I developed a thing for it.

[He lets out a little peal of laughter at the question.] Who gave them to me? My mom... I guess? Her power is a little different- she can make drawings, plans, come to life.

[quinientos]

I've never been so popular that anyone has invited me to a party before, not for work. [He thinks he could be fairly entertaining once he has enough tequila in his system, but he doubts that he would be paid for such things.]

This is something born with? You've always done this, even as a baby? Your poor mother.