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To: You
From: Sirius Selene
Almost.
Descriptive as ever that man was. Anymore out of him and Roman might have needed an English teacher to translate.
To: Sirius Selene
From: You
I'm on my way.
Roman pocketed his cellphone and took a leisurely stroll around B3 headquarters. He knew the place inside and further inside as he'd been there for quite a few years and had a good sense for direction. In his younger years he'd mapped out the entire building based on the habits of other Fabula and in the older ones actually memorized the map provided to him. The kids were typically in their rooms and the desk jockeys would be gossiping by the water cooler. Granted, he could only detect people's powers up to a point but it helped when he could match a feeling to a face.
His walk brought him to the ever familiar black hair and slightly psychotic eyes as well as an unfamiliar duo-colored head of hair. He'd never seen the woman before but knew her name purely from researching the various Fabula that came and went through the organization. Though he wasn't nearly in the loop as some of the commanding officers he still had a decent grasp on who was who. Judging by her name she was Japanese and her eyes meant she was either having an identity crisis or had some sort of heterochromia.
"What was his name again..."
"Hunahphu, but don't bother trying to pronounce it," he cut in, shooting a half-smile, "just call me Roman."
Even with the similarity in height one would doubt that they were twins in either real life or Fabulan life. Compared to the rough, dark-haired Sirius, Roman looked like a straight-edged soul with only some mystery in his missing eye. Was he a pirate? Did he get into a fight? Was Sirius to blame? Younger Fabula often asked about his eye patch but very few were satisfied with the actual story because boring stories never made for good time wasters. He could only hope that this kid, whatever her name was, wouldn't bug him too much.
"Ah and your name is San right?"