#or subtle

Michael had never been to Los Angeles before. In fact, he wasn’t sure why he was here now. Shiro had assured him that that was just part of the Knight of the Cross gig. He was surprised, however, that it had happened so literally. He had gone to the airport to watch the planes and then felt...something. He’d gone into the airport and practically whisked aboard a plane. First class. For free. Airport personnel had escorted him there with smiles. 

The first thing he noticed getting off the plane was that it was hot. Really hot. And dry. Chicago had been warm, but it felt like he was landing on the surface of the sun. The first thing he did, after he left LAX, was have a cab take him to downtown. The city flowing (slowly) around him was fascinating. He’d lived in a big city most of his life, but LA sprawled over the desert like a living thing.

He got out of the cab and found a store to buy some overpriced clothes that made him look less Midwestern. Tight EVERYTHING was apparently the fashion. Thankfully he could still move well. Then, he started walking. He could feel that same Calling. It was like a small, still voice, but it didn’t give him directions, just a feeling. Reddish hair caught his eye, and he turned, and knew. He had mostly been wandering, unsure of what to do, but this was the woman to ask. Then again, how does one approach someone and offer to help with their (potential) problems without sounding like a crazy person? He thought for a moment, then shrugged.