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Nothing special here, just getting ideas out my head.

The regal figure carried himself with a grace that showed wealth, power and a grand upbringing as he walked down a sidewalk in the super hero saturated city.

The light bronze complexioned man stood perhaps close to six-foot two and looked like he regularly worked out, not to the level some of the city's heroes and villains did, but he seemed no slouch in the appearance department. His black hair was slicked back and ended in a  shoulder length, braided ponytail which draped over the right shoulder of the white dress shirt.

He paused in his walk to flick an errant bit of lint from his pressed, grey khakis before he went to a nearby vendor.

"Good afternoon Mr.Singh, the usual," an elderly man asked from behind a weathered, silver cart said while polishing the reflective top.

"Of course Mr. Watson, you know me far too well, now no skimping on the mustard this time" the gentleman replied  with a short laugh as the old vendor set about placing a beef hot dog in a bun.

Money exhanged hands, Mr. Singh handed off a crisp twenty dollar bill, much to the vendor's surprise.

"Oh I don't think i can break a twenty so early," Watson began before he was cut off by a charming smile from his patron.

"Think nothing of it, I've been coming here since I set up shop, a little spoiling never hurt anyone right? I mean  that little league team you coach isn't going to fund itself right?"

The elderly man laughed nervously, "I guess so Mr. Singh," he replied. "But here have some chips and a drink, just to make it even"

"Think of it as an investment," Singh said as he walked off with a wave.

Singh ate in silence, ignoring the occasional bump from a passerby on the packed, noonday streets as he turned off the sidewalk and through the park.

"People here are so easily coaxed into things, be it smooth words, a promise of fleeting monetary gain or like my recent endeavor has shown, power and revenge," he sat down on a park bench and watched as joggers, lovers and people simply on lunch break passed by.

Another bite of dog.

"When I came to this backwater world  I never dreamed it'd be so easy to build myself up as a mogul within their economy, even easier was taking advantage of a building fear of the creatures here known as meta-humans," he tossed the paper bun holder in a nearby trashcan and stretched his arms out across the back of the park bench.

"It was simple to offer some relatively minor concessions and play upon the fears of a few deep pocketed, connected souls on this planet, especially those who'd taken losses in revune or in the case of one Professor Jona, loved ones."

"The media and the metahumans themselves didn't hurt, they're actions be they good or evil fuel that building fear and that desire for safety."

A shout distracted his thinking for a moment as a frisbee landed at his feet, without much thought he tossed it back towards the expectant college students across the walkway.

"No one involved in this...Project Midgard seems to get what part they're playing in this world's undoing, soon it'll be a part of the empire and it'll mostly be by their hands and their own fear of something that is simply different"

"And I will not have to fire shot one," he tilted his head back to stare at the sky and smiled, and offered himself a small chuckle.

"A shame my brother couldn't see things as they truly are. Humanity is dangerous, savage and bigoted and need guidance. Were we to come openly we'd be met with scorn and mistrust as their history has shown when they simply came into contact with each other or discussed ideals that differed. No they only respond to control, the savages."

He put on a smile and nodded to the students as he walked back to his office.

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