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Cryolite knew, if he spent all his spare time focused on things he couldn't do? He'd chew off his nails and climb a wall. It wasn't worth it. Better instead to chew through the handbook like a half starved word-worm and go out.

Catch some air -- phone a friend.

Because wasn't it better to travel in pairs, if any single warning Waru had admonished him with had sunk in, and who better to pair with than the tallest drink of water he'd ever met in his entire life? Though Cryolite was sure enough time spent in the subterranean layers that made up their agency, and mired in the midst of the citadels finest would fix that quickly.

If Guiness of Galway wasn't amenable to it? Well, Syrus supposed he'd have to find some other way to make his evening work. Though lords knew how when the cosmic tailor had dressed him down to the point he felt the only place he could siphon anything of worth was ---

And what the energy was for? What it powered? How it all functioned? How his powers worked....

Frustrations. Icy sighs and sneers at his own reflection for the thoughts. Regardless. His attire begged he try for places he'd rather have a partner in. Powers be damned. He was not swapping out his day job for 'clubbing full time'. ******** his beloved boy's empty head, all shattered pottery and beans rattling round.



As much as he bitched eternal about Albite, he was grateful for his endless network of seedy, downtrodden, and 'they don't look twice here' places. Though he was always open to the idea of Lionel having something more to offer up on the table -- soft spoken and something about him sung 'intellect'. Was effortlessly talkable too? Cryolite wanted that as much as he wanted to try and fill his pockets with little bits of other peoples energies....or was it auras? <******** if he knew...

There was a local pub, some family run thing that served burgers, boozy shakes, and - something that looked like samosas to him, but was clearly Irish fair? Scottish? Menu was loaded with Pasty's, and Sy didn't have a clue how to consider meat folded into a bread with fish on it...

What he was sure of was that it was game night, and cold enough out he could wear a long-long-longggggg coat over his ridiculous excuse for a Fuku. Everyone he'd gathered information from - the manual included - said he should start small with this whole 'gathering thing'. He cared as little for that as he did 'sports', but? If he could sit in a booth and wear something that hid his whole a** while snatching his quota from tired wait staff?

Well, all the better for him. Maybe Lionel too? To get the chance to try these things with a friend? Especially since he could use it to get Albite's nagging self off his back. That one, all 'go and do', and 'be with people!'. As if he didn't have ten-thousand other things on his plate already.

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If you can meet me here within the hour? Sonson's, I intend to be entirely lazy about all of this - My overachieving self doesn't intend on going to jail for....my outfit, nor for grabbing random strangers! No matter how demanding the Charity of our Patron Saint M' may be. I'm far too busy to be doing this alone tonight.

Pinged a pin and dropped it on into the ether. A soft smile on his face. Maybe it'd turn out to be nice? Of everyone in their little group, Lionel seemed the easiest to get on with. Quiet, personable, and Sy wouldn't get lost on subjects he didn't know - or drowned out by someone louder.

Syrus held out hope for a reply, rummaged for subspace appropriate attire, and made his way to the roof access while waiting.

The one other good thing about being a Senshi, for sure, was that he no longer had to bother with parking garage stairwells. Creepy things - no - he much preferred leaping from rooftops now.

Heel-toed over to close the gap, fixed a few buttons in his fretting - where they'd come undone during some jump or another on his way to make it here.

"It is, though 'Syrus' will do fine while in there. At least Lionel is a 'name' less obvious than a planetary body or mineral?" slight flourish of a hand before he untucked a portion of ponytail scrunched at the back of his neck. The length of it done up into a hastily messy braid and shoved most-way down the back of his coat. Everyone recommended scissors, Cryolite was unsure....and he kind of liked the flair it gave him when he was 'out senshi-ing properly'.

All the way's he'd always questioned Waru about his obsessively interesting string of nicknames for everything under the sun, until now. No one knew what the hell Albite was talking about, ever, not even the people he was talking about likely, and wasn't that damn helpful? Especially when one didn't want those around them to have so much as an inkling....

Cryolite lacked that creative design, even his most out of the box thinking needed some sort of guidelines, and Lionel was a team-mate. They'd shared a beer and played some games, who was he to care if the man had his name at this point?

"Thank you, though to be perfectly honest? I'm far more interested in having a night out than feeding some baying energy void. Which --- If I ******** this up royally? I am tripping you as I run." all tease and fair warning, before Sy beckoned Lionel into the side'alley below. Keeping his hood up, just enough round his face; he tried very hard not to wonder how much footage of people dropping from rooftops existed on various amounts of security footage in Dc?

"I hear they have the most delicious French onion soup....." which of course went good with beer battered pretzels, and whatever a pasty was?

Regardless of what the food entailed, the goal of getting things done, managing to gather some energy while enjoying something slower paced? That was worth it enough for him. Syrus found by the end of it all he'd particularly enjoyed Lionels company, shame he didn't see him more often outside of Senshi-ing.