Vyral's Story

"I guess we'll have to see about that," Vyral gave a crooked grin, holding out a hand. "Nice to meet you too, mate. And I haven't found a whole lot. I've not been on active duty very long, on this case at least. My first job was supposed to be meeting Twenty at Trafalgar Square, but as you can see, that got a bit, ah, complicated."

Vyral turned his head, observing the door that Near, Twenty, and Brian had left from.

"What Brian said was true. I know the city better than anyone," he turned back to Debonair, tapping his temples. "I can get you anywhere. Dead useful, when you want to avoid traffic .. "

Vyral folded his arms over his chest, now, observing Deb with a sort of measured, idle curiosity. "So .. you and Twenty, you've been all over the world before, then? Using your powers or whatever?" here, the young man waggled his fingers and widened his eyes. "I've heard a lot of tripe about what you both can do. You don't actually have some sort of magical, mysterious ability, do you?"