#kolapop

Florists:

Nikola Wilson

Sales Representatives:

Lydia Martin

Tony found it alarming that he didn't stumble upon any other familiar faces in that alternate city. He wanted to unwind for a bit, curious to see how the alternative version of people that he knew looked like. So far his self and Steve’s made him laugh, they were way too soft, breakable as Steve called them. He agreed, they were way too sensitive, maybe he would soon see someone who would be more of a challenge to him.

Red hair, red glasses, he looked exactly like Matt Murdock, the same cheap skate lawyer that resented him since Civil War and he recently had the pleasure of throwing outside a few windows. Now,that would be fun.

“Back for round 2, are we? I didn't expect you to be looking forward to it so much, Murdock.”

kolapop 

  There posed no reason for the male to maintain lingering in this individual area as it was remote and empty, not a single thing would be moving except the mere gust of the wind. Inanimate objects surrounded and loomed over the entirety, acting almost like guardians watching over its treasured belongings. Except there hadn’t been any so-called ‘belongings’, or that’s what he perceives at least. 

   Lone and unafraid, Sun was welcoming the aspect of danger into his life. He wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if he were to be ambushed by a something or someone, it was the perfect place to do it after all. Empty space, places which one could hide and possible ammunition-- these being rocks, for example-- who wouldn’t want to take advantage of this? Though lucky for him his tail wouldn’t get caught midst a battle as the creatures took no notice of the area, for now.

   Ashen spheres continued to examine the encircling field, in hopes a spectacle of some sort would be sighted. Limbs trotting at a moderate pace, not hastened nor sluggish. And when Sun was on the verge of retreating from the area due to the dullness and lack of excitement, he sighted another whom seemed distinctive. Whilst remaining to have a human-like visage, there lied furred hand-- no, paws, resting upon the figure. Was this stranger another faunus? It didn’t hurt to ask. 

★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?