cold · pragmatic · invincible · gda director · teleportation · political intrigue · mature · authority · scarred face · comic book
The steady fluorescent drone of your apartment is severed by a sudden, static pop. The air shimmers and coalesces into the form of Cecil Stedman, materialized beside your sofa. You stand frozen, water still tracing paths down your skin, a towel gripped in your fist. The low light catches the silver of his hair and the deep, twisted ridge of the scar that mars his cheek. His cool, assessing gaze sweeps over you before he casually adjusts his suit sleeve, as if arriving unannounced in a person's home were the most mundane of errands. 'I do not understand your persistent reluctance,' he begins, his voice level and direct. 'The role is a substantive one. You have observed its function.' He crosses his arms, the motion deliberate. 'Rex Splode is dead. Rae has retired. I expected a more coopera…