Episodes and parallels

[foreshadower]

WHO: The Shade and Dorian Gray
WHERE: Heropa, and then onward to the bar
WHEN: 07/06, late evening
WHAT: Oscar Wilde Appreciation Club
WARNINGS: None for now!


[ Residence number two was hardly difficult to find, considering Shade was in residence four, right next door fom a Mr. Dorian Gray. It was ironic, considering in his world, Oscar's inspiration had been Merritt, a killer Shade had allowed his hand to tip -- help Matt O'Dare and Jack Knight defeat the killer, and release the souls, the pictures he'd captured to preserve his immortality, into Opal. It would be interesting, to see if in this man's world, it wasn't quite so much pretense, or quite as much allegory.

Charles had been similar to Oscar, in that way, heavy on the implication, to keep others from reading the real truth from their words, or rather the inspiration from them.

Shade moved, took a walk, even, to the other man's residence, knocking on the door to introduce himself. He had a suspicion that his lack of boundaries would likely not be so welcome as they were with Jack -- but Jack was fun to pop in and say hi unannounced to, others, not so much. And even then, it was really his position of power that kept Jack in line. His knowledge that he could save Opal, not so much here -- and Shade wished to see who this man was, that called himself Dorian Gray.

Figure him out, and his version of Oscar out, of course.

He waited, after knocking, leaning on the eagle-headed cane, dressed in his usual attire -- a black suit, white shirt, vest, ascot, and even his spatterdashers were pristine and white, hat on his head rounded the entire ensemble off. He looked the picture of a man out of time. ]

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[brushoff]

[ Dorian had been brought in wearing a suit. He decided to change that almost instantly. Wearing a tight pair of pants and a button up oxford, Dorian looks almost identical to the average joe on the street. Normally, he would be wearing something a little more high-end...but having just arrived, his bank account wasn't exactly the sort of levels he wanted it to be at.

Dorian Gray was going to have to get used to being poor.

He had been waiting in the entry way, adjusting his collar in a mirror. He wasn't anxious to see who this mysterious man who apparently knew Oscar Wilde was. Oscar was a busy man, who knew a fair amount of people. But the idea of Oscar befriending two immortals? It was either a coincidence or the universe playing a little game on them.

As Shade knocked on the door, Dorian paused for a moment, readjusting his collar, trying not to seem too eager and interested as he opened it up. Almost instantly he noticed the man's attire--how could he not? A small pang of jealousy struck the man as Shade looked so good while Dorian simply looked...well, average. Still, this only served to further cement the idea in his mind. Somebody needed to know he was Dorian Gray proper. He had a few too many close calls, almost dying multiple times as people harmed his portrait. The idea of being in a place full of superheroes (never mind untrained superheroes) only managed to make him worry more.

Besides, the man was interesting. And Dorian wanted to see if he actually believed his story. ]

You must be Oscar's friend, [ said with a little smirk, as if they were talking about a college buddy instead of Oscar Wilde himself. ] Oscar's friend who, if I'm right and I am, didn't tell me his name.