Vanguard's Visitor (Open)

“Noise..”

The Unknown of the vanguard had a pair of headphones in, music blaring at a decibel loud enough to drown out everything else. . . Atleast virtually everything else. Ever since the funeral and coming back and announcing their existence to the world, all it had been was “..Who the hell let a demon in.” “What the hell is an unknown” “DO MORE PAPERWORK.” . Day in and day out it had been noise, noise, noise ,noise and more noise. To the point that even the davana of bare-hand combat had begun to feel a tad weary. He was used to the physical aspects of the job, but not the menial aspects. Hence why when he could sense the massive influx of energy that had entered the vanguard he had changed directions and began to walk down that hallway. Many that did not know him would assume because of his position he was extremely powerful, to them; well they weren’t wrong. He exuded raw energy in spades to the point that most may never compare, but it was more than that. It was an in dominating willpower and the need to simply not give up that drove him even further. Scouring the moon for azure’s body even with the daunting aspect of having the moon collapse above him being one such event. Yet, if one knew him they'd be able to tell he wasn’t precisely in the best of moods.

So much had happened, so much had been lost. Now on a normal day he’d be more than thrilled to get a visitor in the empty halls of the world’s organization of peace. However this was not a normal day, he was exasperated, tired and also more than frustrated in waiting for someone to take up the mantle of leader while everything went to hell in a handbasket. He was not taking the position himself for a very simple reason; he had too much blood on his hands to ever run an organization that spoke of peace. This and many other thoughts went through his head as he strode through the halls towards one of the many training rooms , having been following the rather large influx of raw spiritual power that came from it, taking his time, and certainly undaunted by the power that was rumbling throughout every tiny face of the base. He hadn’t needed to rush any time in his life, then again having a life that predated modern man in span tended to do that to a guy. Still though so that the visitor knew someone was coming to see him? He’d let the floodgates of his energy run rampant, even though it was contained within a centimeter of his skin the weight and the power? Those would be impressive even when toned down.

His own crushing will exerted through the medium of his energy to send a clear message to this person. If they chose to cause a ruckus; they would be met harshly and eventually thrown out on their asses. That little treat being taken care of? He had pulled out a pocket device, a tablet roughly the length of his forearm from within his jacket and began to tap away at the screen, what was he doing? That was actually fairly simple. Being one of the few people that even knew were azure’s private office was he was currently sending messages through the console so that he could further finish administrative tasks, check out different feeds and also he was figuring out what to do with another very . . Problematic aspect of his job. He could see meteor’s still heading for earth and in particular to canada and to Africa, which in itself was irritating, however he also knew a few combatants had already left to go deal with those problems which was why for now he’d just simply keep an eye on it.

Finally he’d make his way to the training room, the double sliding doors opening to allow him to enter inside, his own eyes looking forward; his mouth parting to let out a breath of hot air before he decided that this person didn’t seem to be a menace. Rather he just had an air about him , as most with power did. Blackheart had taken himself to a nearby chair and sat down on it, posture straight, eyes still looking at the man with a warriors visage; yet his lips would break rank as he punctuated the silence with a soft sigh, and a welcoming for the stranger.

”..Welcome to the Vanguard’s Base I am the First of the Unknowns, Blackheart. How may i help you this fine day?”

With formalities out of the way he’d continue to give the male his undivided attention. Albiet he wouldn’t speak unless spoken to, as that’s just how he was in more . . Formal situations.