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Mixtape Ghost NDavitus wrinkled his nose at the coffee stand, sniffing, "These confectionery drinks are wasteful. Pure sugar and froth.
No nourishment, no benefit. I smell only empty calories. A disciplined warrior does not ingest such filth." Davitus looked around and caught wind of a few eyes staring at him. Realizing his disdain was out of his place, he coughed, examined the menu for the least offensive item, approached the counter and said, "I will have a strawberry smoothie." He stepped back and took in the clamor and din of the mall around them, the waves of consumerist gossip-obsessed mortals chattering and cavorting blindly and loudly through life. Were these people truly happy? Davitus doubted it and he wondered what it was that the humans so enjoyed from this experience. He did not see any benefit at all.
Davitus opined on their options, keeping his voice as low as possible without seeming suspicious, "I have no need for jewelry nor clothes. Such materialism is simply not to my liking. In addition to the fact that, on my wor-home country, such items and diversions were more than mere ephemera, they were artistic pursuits. In this place, they are commercial detritus that I see no use for. However... I am curious to peruse your musical and literary traditions. Perhaps there is some merit in their composition. As long as we stay away from that damnable drivel that they blast on the airwaves all day. As for 'video games', I have no idea what these are. Are they games that one watches on a screen? Do they have any purpose beyond entertainment?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Davitus saw a lone hooded man, walking through the mall. His eyes were concealed behind shades, his form was covered in a hooded sweatshirt, and he walked with a singular purpose that belied a simple passerby. His arms were out of sight in pockets. Davitus narrowed his eyes in suspicion, scanning the area for any other suspicious threats while tracking the initial man. He nudged KArlie and subtly gestured with his chin towards the man, "That man? I believe he might be up to something." Perhaps he was being paranoid. He could have been entirely innocent. Davitus was new to Earth ways, and living on Apokolips had engendered a sense of danger everywhere he went. Perhaps he was simply being overly suspicious. After all, Davitus was dressed much the same way. Nonetheless, Davitus slipped a hand in his coat and grabbed hold of a blade, "What should we do?"
No nourishment, no benefit. I smell only empty calories. A disciplined warrior does not ingest such filth." Davitus looked around and caught wind of a few eyes staring at him. Realizing his disdain was out of his place, he coughed, examined the menu for the least offensive item, approached the counter and said, "I will have a strawberry smoothie." He stepped back and took in the clamor and din of the mall around them, the waves of consumerist gossip-obsessed mortals chattering and cavorting blindly and loudly through life. Were these people truly happy? Davitus doubted it and he wondered what it was that the humans so enjoyed from this experience. He did not see any benefit at all.
Davitus opined on their options, keeping his voice as low as possible without seeming suspicious, "I have no need for jewelry nor clothes. Such materialism is simply not to my liking. In addition to the fact that, on my wor-home country, such items and diversions were more than mere ephemera, they were artistic pursuits. In this place, they are commercial detritus that I see no use for. However... I am curious to peruse your musical and literary traditions. Perhaps there is some merit in their composition. As long as we stay away from that damnable drivel that they blast on the airwaves all day. As for 'video games', I have no idea what these are. Are they games that one watches on a screen? Do they have any purpose beyond entertainment?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Davitus saw a lone hooded man, walking through the mall. His eyes were concealed behind shades, his form was covered in a hooded sweatshirt, and he walked with a singular purpose that belied a simple passerby. His arms were out of sight in pockets. Davitus narrowed his eyes in suspicion, scanning the area for any other suspicious threats while tracking the initial man. He nudged KArlie and subtly gestured with his chin towards the man, "That man? I believe he might be up to something." Perhaps he was being paranoid. He could have been entirely innocent. Davitus was new to Earth ways, and living on Apokolips had engendered a sense of danger everywhere he went. Perhaps he was simply being overly suspicious. After all, Davitus was dressed much the same way. Nonetheless, Davitus slipped a hand in his coat and grabbed hold of a blade, "What should we do?"