WHO: Adamus Sutekh and Sam Goode WHAT: Meeting a friend...who doesn't know him WHEN: This afternoon WHERE: Starbucks WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Adamus was a bit apprehensive about this meeting. Back on his world, he and Sam were friends. He wouldn't say that they were close friends, as close friends were something that Adamus sorely lacked, but they got along well and had fought many battles together. That would make them nearly brothers in the eyes of other Mogadorians.
But this Sam, even if his world was the same, was from a time long before they had met. In fact, if what Adamus believed to be true was, in fact, true, then Sam's only experience with the Mogadorians had been in with the vat-born. In that case, meeting Adamus would be a surprise. He looked almost as little like one of Setrakus Ra's vat-born soldiers as Sam did.
Although tall and pale, with features that were somehow other when compared to a human, Adamus and other True Born Mogadorians did not immediately stand out as the vat-born did. They could blend in public if they were careful and carried themselves correctly, and Adamus had been raised to do just that. He'd grown up outside of Washington, DC, in a rich gated community. He spoke fluent English with only the barest whisper of an accent that said that the language hadn't been his first. To one who already knew, the differences would be obvious. To one who didn't, he would just be a slightly strange looking guy. And there were plenty of those in the DC area.
Of course, he would have to tell his story to Sam. And while it was growing less painful the more times he told it, it was not yet painless. Still, nobody would trust him without hearing it, and he couldn't blame them for that.
He ordered a black coffee and chose a seat in the corner, waiting for Sam to arrive.