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“Domaine Leroy Chambertin Grand Cru, huh...” He turns the bottle over in his hands a few times. “Haven’t had something like this for a while. Been working too hard to treat myself.”

The bottle had been in his ‘welcome package’ to wherever this place was.

There had also been a hat rack given to him-- but his hat collection was still back home, so he’s got to start it all up again-- and a cool ass leather jacket that he was planning to try out later. 

“Hey. You over there.” He places the bottle next to himself, tilts his hat rim upwards and sticks his thumb to point at a passerby. “You drink? Fine ass wine like this tastes better with company.”

He’s never refused to give it his all, no matter how cliched a cage he’s been stuck in. 

They have never felt this way about a no winged before! It is rather confusing, to be honest, but Goose does not question their feelings and instead waddles after them like they are a baby gosling again following mama Goose.

They do not honk. Only follow, looking almost docile.

If those back home were to go and learn of his first step of any sort of job here, they would certainly find the irony of his current move. While the organization he had made back home were knights of justice, his actions and goals were more than less gray area actions. The throwing of a major empire that controlled over a third of the world was needed for such actions. Here? Not so much. The mask and outfit of the one who leads the black knights were still his here, so he may as well get a name and reputation for himself. 

Zero, the knight of justice. A hero. 

What an ironic ring to it all. 

His helmet kept his face hidden, as the rest of his get-up kept the noticeable markings of himself out of view. There was a special panel inside the helmet to reveal a small fraction of his left eye to those whenever he desired. That was to use his power and keep himself hidden. The voice configuration also made it harder to reveal his true voice. In contrast, it sounded more vocally ranged and louder than normal. It was with this revival of zero, and his first move in this place, that he arrived at bird’s eye agency today. 

He enters inside the building, looking for the man with the special wings himself. Was it an aspect of his power, or was it a tech he had created himself? That was one of the motives he had chosen to join. Gaining information in any way and acquiring new sources. That was the essential key to taking a system and crushing it. He identified the man as the one he had spoken to earlier, approaching him calmly as he extended out a hand to properly greet him.