Who: Marco and Sophitia Alexandra When: Probably like five or ten minutes after this thread. Where: London What: Helping Sophitia find her home. Warnings: Probably none. I’ll update if I need to.
One of Marco’s skills was that he adapted pretty quickly to new things. The portkeys were excellent methods of transportation, and after the test use he’d tried out the night he got here, he was absolutely thrilled with them. Maybe some people would be afraid of them, but he loved them. Did he think they were magic? Well, any tech would look like magic to someone that didn’t understand it, so he wasn’t ready to actually say they were…but they certainly seemed like it.
He’d never actually been to London, but he’d spent last night and most of this morning getting acquainted with some of the new stuff. Google Earth came in very handy this time. He’d used it to get a satellite view of the area, and then found the place where Sophitia most likely was. He’d gotten a cab once he was in London, and when asked where he wanted to go he just pointed to that spot on the Google Earth image.
On the way over, he couldn’t help but fanboy a tiny little bit. Her Soul Edge comment was the first clue, and her reference to the gods narrowed it down further. He’d really meant to get her name beforehand, but it didn’t matter too much. She was either Sophitia or Cassandra. Not that he would tell her. She was confused enough as it was, he wasn’t going to confuse her further, and probably creep her out, by telling her he recognized her from this video game he played. To that end, he was even going to dial back his flirting. No need to confuse her or make her feel any more uncomfortable than she likely already did.
The cab pulled up, and sure enough, there she was. Definitely Sophitia, he’d have recognized that costume anywhere. He smiled at the cabbie, paid the fare, and hopped out. He knew Sophitia was a warrior, so he tried to look as nonthreatening as possible as he approached. His hands were swinging by his sides, out in the open and clearly without a weapon. He didn’t appear tense or anything like that. He also made sure his smile was reassuring. “Hi! I’m Marco, the guy you talked to earlier.” The thought crossed his mind that in one day total, he’d met more hot women then in his entire teenage life, but he kept that thought from showing on his face. He also kept his eyes on her face, despite the urge to look lower. He was capable of being a gentleman, something that most of his friends would probably find surprising.