Welcome to Gaia! ::

It wasn’t long after everyone else had finally left that Zac finally made his way in. “Hello?” he called and made his way in through the other projects and spaces till he could clearly see who and what he was looking for. Soldering irons didn’t worry him as much as a welding torch might have at least, so he watched quietly till the other young man sat back from soldering the metal ends into a seamless link.
The goggles tickled him, as did the chain, more so than normal, as he’d come tonight with a purpose. They needed more people; they needed good people more than they needed ‘bodies’ as well. He had a good feeling about the young man with the messy ponytail drawn safely out of harms way. He’d been right about Ilmenite hadn’t he? Even Levi had a volley of skills that would serve them well as a whole.

He waited hand in his pocket and when Magiore looked up gave a casual wave and an and raised a thermos he was carrying to show that he’d brought ‘nice things’, at least in his opinion. He personally felt that a nice sweet spiced chai was the perfect compromise between coffee and tea, even if he was well aware that said opinion was biased towards tea AND his enjoyment of the beverage.

“What are you making this evening?” He asked with a small smile and a studious gaze.

Zac glanced around, almost showy in how much of the place he took in before he nodded in approval. “Much fancier than where I work.” He grinned, “at least my day job” though he didn’t clarify further. “Do you do things like the lost wax casting as well or do you mostly stay with chains and other things pieced together?” He tilted his head letting interest in projects beyond the dark kingdom, and some in rise to the surface.

“Can you show me some finished pieces? Tell me how you got started?” He looked truly interested if nothing else. “And Yeah, I brought Chai, I thought it might be a good compromise, so I hope you’re alright with that, it’s hot if nothing else?” He said and found somewhere that looked clean and safe to put his precious thermos down on. It was one of the tall ones that you might see in old photos of men working on I-beams eating sandwiches stories above the rest of the world.

“Sometimes utility is far more important than fancy.” He said and fingered some of the tools curiously. “What would you do if you could work on a grander scale?” he tilted his head curious. “And yes, I have a few things I help with in the evening, sometimes I even get to see things created, it’s a good feeling really.” He gave a small shrug.

“And I’ve been working on a project, looking in on those people who call themselves senshi.” He said tentatively testing the water to see how Magiore reacted to the idea of the terrorists. If he were too positive about them this might be a poor idea. He had to know before he dragged him into something that would provide him perhaps with the kind of conflict that had opened a door between Castor and Lina. He would not see that happen again if he could help it.

He laughed, the closest thing to a belly laugh he’d done in some time, perhaps ever. “God no, no I’m NOT one of them, not even close.” He said trailing off with a laugh. “No, no not at all.” He paused look momentarily contemplative before he said. “Kind of the opposite I suppose you’d say. I don’t want them taking over the world, I don’t approve of what they do, why they do it, or where their from. I’m looking for ways to stop them, but I don’t know how interesting that would be for you.” He used the camp cup to pour himself some Chai as well, acting casual though he watched Magiore’s face the whole time, even when he seemed to be examining the chain.

“I suppose that might make me a little crazy too, well, all of us who are trying to stop them when you come down to it.”

Zac’s eyes brightened and his mouth turned up at the corners as he watched Magiore, the thoughts and the expressions that made their careful progress over his face, behind bright and interested eyes. “And if I said I was recruiting?” He said carefully. He was so tempted to change right then, he could have pressed the issue, it had already passed a danger point by admitting he was part of something that counteracted senshi. People might tie his civilian identity to the Negaverse if they took those words at face value.

Yes it was spoken in first person, there might, MIGHT be a civilian organization beyond the obvious cops that wanted to put a stop to the terrorists, but there was always a risk wasn’t there. “Would you be interested if you were given the chance? Would you be willing to take that kind of risk?”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Zac shifted, just a small motion of his shoulders and his stance, something that went from ‘young man newly out in the world’ into something more confidant. A subtle changes at best yet a distinct one. Small changes solidified, as a shadow seemed to sweep over him, nothing even dramatic in the nature of the transition. One moment he was a civilian, the next moment he was some kind vigilante. A long dark coat and a half mask that obscured his face into something at best half readable, enigmatic and mysterious.

If he had been polite and reserved before he wasn’t allowing a chance to back out of the agreement, such as it was, out of fear or shock. His hand sank with no effort through your chest and squeezed something deep within. Not your heart, but something much more akin to a soul. “I’m afraid it does hurt a bit.” He said almost apologetic, but gave no more warning than that before chaos took root.

Zinkenite looked him over and nodded, pleased with the results. Pleased with the reaction and the presentation of the young man before him. “Welcome to the Negaverse Lieutenant, General-King Zinkenite.” He offered a hand for the young man to take. “Come with me, I’ll show you the ropes, I think you’ll do just fine.”

The smile was visible even behind his mask, pleasure at a job well done.