Certainly, it must have been a cosmic joke. A slap in the face of hope to Michael Ophan, otherwise known as "Neutro". From giant hermit to open hero, he had found his tall stature entirely unchallenged. Where once he had considered that the Awakening could affect anyone else with similarly gargantuan changes, Neutro had come to terms with the simply fact that only miraculous powers were the mainstream here, and his height would not find a common compatriot.

Simply put, he was distraught at the fact that no one present at the banquet shared his freakish size. A few, maybe a handful, were tall, though seemed naturally so. Even then, they did not sport such inhuman appearances as he. At eight feet tall, and of a onyx color, he stuck out like an intimidating sore thumb above the crowd. Nearly anyone could see him from anywhere within the gathering. Michael appeared uncomfortable to a degree, keeping his arms tight at his side, though his expressionless visage conveyed little in the way of emotion. At the very least, no one seemed brave enough to look at him as anything other than dangerous and strange anyways. He calmed himself with some nonexistent deep breathing.

Neutro found his way to a less crowded location amidst the swirling bodies of colorful costume schemes and trinkets, granting a much greater birth for his own movement, now able to keep his legs and arms at a reasonable distance from his torso. With bright white eyes, he surveyed over the scuttling beneath him, picking out an occasional figure he had heard of before. Most, however, were completely unknown to him. Surely he would get to know them soon. One in particular brushed against his leg and hip, and finding it as sturdy as a lead slab, practically flipped around on his heels and hit the floor. Michael could only apologize and help him up. The hero refused the aid and continued on, a plate of food in his hand.

There were no chairs, no tables, and no benches big enough for him to sit down, and the awkwardness of standing was beginning to settle in his mind. Surrounded by so many strangers, many of whom he assumed were either more capable than he, or more famous, he felt sorely out of place. His image, of course helped little.

He could only continue to scout out for someone -anyone- similar in situation.