"Awesome. I'll go find some place. I figure New York's got to have some more similarities to Empire City, so there's a part of town that's got to have what I'm looking for." At that Cole fondly patted Cas on the back before stepping to the edge of the building and looking down. This was exactly where he'd taken his first leap off of a tall building⦠the first time he realised he was really becoming something inhuman. Zeke's complaints about always having to take the stairs were practically echoing in the back of his mind now.
A smile came across his face as his eyes closed, remembering that day all too well, remembering Trish's worry and how things had still been good for a while there. Before his face was plastered all over every TV in Empire City and he was labelled a terrorist. God, it seemed so long ago.
That's when Cole jumped off the building and let himself fall, landing hard on the ground and spooking a few of the people who were skulking about at this hour. Flashing each of them a grin, he took off running, eventually climbing up to the railway and using it to help him get about that little bit quicker.
It only took about seven minutes before he got to the part of town he was looking for. And sure enough, there were a few tattoo parlours to choose from. Picking one that had the best artwork on display, Cole texted Cas that he'd found the place, recommending that he teleport outside the shop first and walk in, so as not to freak anyone out. Just in case. Once that was done, he began explaining what he wanted to the artist who was working that night, not minding that she was easy on the eyes and had some pretty awesome ink on her arms as well.