Tom was dressed, for the most part, sharply. His perfectly-fitted, deep red jacket clung tight to his figure, as did his skinny black trousers. A tie hung round his neck, the faded, camo patterns, contrasting with the jacket. However there was one glaringly unusual addition to his ensemble. Tom had considered it wise to keep his identity hidden and stick for the most part to his vigilante persona. As such he was wearing a mask. The mask was clearly Chinese inspired, and looked somewhere between a lion, a man and a demon. Through the eye holes of the mask protruded two faintly-glowing orange lenses, set into a dark metal casing. If you listened closely you probably would have heard a faint humming coming from them. 

 Tom found this all rather entertaining, like a fancy dress parade for the gifted. Not that he had anything against fancy dress parades, all fun and game she thought. Not to mention it made it rather easy for conspicuous people to blend into the mass of brightly coloured costumes. Tom couldn't help but wonder what people where pursuing this path for, what could their goals be. Was it as shallow as fame and fortune? Who knows, probably a million different reasons, either way the end result was the same. This was supposed to a landmark event, an event that would send metaphorical waves across not just America, but the entire world. All this considered, it was very suprising how little Tom cared. It wasn't that he didn't want to care, or didn't realise the significance, he just somehow could not summon up the excitement. When he reached deep down into his mind to find the glimmer of hope, all he found was the desire to return to his library and his books. It was so loud here.

 It was then that the girl sitting next to him turned to him, asking his name in an honest, cheerful voice. He turned his lenses on her, looking her up and down. there was something different from so many of the people around them, it was something that Zenith and Pariah definitely had, but he couldn't place his finger on it. This merited further investigation. 

 "I'm going by the name Wenchang around here." He said, in perfect English, though his Chinese accent was slipping through. "Pleasure to meet you Blast Girl. What brings you here?"