Got Snacks Bro? [Liltotto/Uriel]

“Wagon? Well I suppose common problems often need unique solutions.” He’d tease lightly, his voice rising slightly making it clear that it was a play on words. The young woman was certainly friendly and between his natural attitude towards being considerate, and his general want to be liked, he was certain this encounter would end merrily.

“I’ve been here for a few years.” He’d inform as he looked around, seemingly looking for nothing. He still recalled when he first arrived and met Helle Armstrong. Good woman, her. Definitely grew into a leader far better than he initially took her for, but still had a ways to go. He figured the woman might want more out of him, so he spoke more.

“I was very interested in what was being done here, after World War IV, I made a bit of a name for myself. Kicking Shadowfall’s ass up and down Europe.” He’d beam with a fondness only a warrior at heart could have. Considering his height, and the very much noticeable muscle mass on his body, he was certainly assumed to be an apt fighter.

“What about yourself, what’s your purpose being here? Glory, hope, or merely looking to do the right thing?”

Yes, what was she doing here.

“Non-sense. Everyone is the hero of their own story. You just need a little push.”

Uriel would offer her a wide smile, his eyes closing as he did so. It was a genuine comment and despite it’s simplicity it addressed a complex world. At the end of the day everyone was going through life, and most people needed to be able to look themselves in the mirror and say: ‘I’m a decent person.’ The fact this young lady was currently here within this city, and affiliated with the Vandenreich, perhaps there was yet more to her story.

With that he’d hold onto the majority of the bags with very little issues, his towering statute allowing him to see over most people on the streets. Even now there seemed to be a vigilance to the man, a tension which never left his body. As he brought his gaze away from her, he’d gaze upon the famed city of lights. A place he had come to call home, in a very conflicted capacity.

How long could he live like this?

As long as it was required of him.

“This place is beautiful, you know?” The Frenchmen would remark with a strength of conviction which seemed to manifest from nowhere. The grin on his lips held a cockiness to it for a moment, an arrogance which came only from hard truth. “Look at this place, this city. It’s bold, husky, sprawling. A city made for Earth.” His voice rises, blue irises seemingly glowing for a moment. The sun rose high overhead as noon approached.

And as it did, he seemed to grow all that more powerful. All that more confident.

“Anyway, which way are we walking?”

“Perhaps you have. But I have a feeling things will change for you.”

It was a statement with no factual evidence to back it up, no lick of actual proof beyond this first meeting. How could he be so confident in an answer which had no basis in reality? It was a simple thing, an intangible certainity that resided within the heart of every person. It was belief, hope. Something which could never be defeated by the terrifying power of life, for such things inspired greatness in even the most mundane.

And for this young lady, she seemed like she needed such things. It was only proper, for the Knight of Two, to provide it to her.

“Is that not why it is so beautiful? The fact it can all come crashing down. At any moment, everything could end.” He hums as they walk down the street, before his lips pulled but into a toothy grin. “Life would be meaningless without death. It is because we struggle, and fight, daily, that any of this matters. So don’t despair, friend. Fight for the city.”

Uriel at times could be seen as a walking motivational poster. Like nothing could truly discourage the man. Although even he fought with internal demons, he had long since accepted that living in the now was what mattered. If in this position he could save a few more lives, change a few more for the better, then perhaps his own life was not as wasted as he feared.

“Now enough of this serious talk. Are we close?”

“You live the life I do, you tend to want something to guide you.”

He’d smile offering a small nod of his head in respectful difference, as he lifted the bags high he’d look towards her building. While he wouldn’t mind conversing more, he did have to get these items to his friend. Least he actually lost track of time. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t help transport her own goods inside.

“Sadly, I must meet with my friend. But I can at the least provide you with two things: The help bringing these up, and a way to contact me.” He’d use his free hand to reach into his jacket, removing one of his many business cards, as he handed to her. It would hold his contact information, and his affiliation with the Vandenreich.

“Should you want employment, within my division, reach out. We’re always looking for those ready to make a change.” He’d beam as he started towards her building, clearly not expecting an answer now.