A Scavenger Hunt of sorts (Anu and Henry)

Equatorial Guinea was widely regarded to be possibly the most corrupt or tyrannical country on the African continent, a deed that was effectively like being considered the guy who can create the most noticeable smell in the shithouse. It had been ruled by the dictator Teodoro Obiang Nguema Mbasogo since 1979, nearly five decades, making him the longest reigning head of state who was not a monarch, a position he maintained through torture, propaganda, assassinations and imprisonments. The Spanish speaking African country (a minority on the continent) was difficult to get into at the best of times, but Seth Khan was given leeway on most things. Rich people would wave aside some things, and Khan was officially here to help set up a Red Cross in Equatorial Guinea.

He would do that, of course. The country could use an organisation like the Red Cross. And this would be a boost to Khan's heroic reputation, which was always useful. Of course he genuinely cared for the African people here, but one had to consider other factors- in this case the other factors would help him. And a reputation boost? Always a useful resource, so why not?

But there was another reason for his presence here. Vishnu’s Gauntlet, as it were called, a magical weapon that would grant the wielder significant magical powers, was supposed to be located in this country, according to some of his sources. And oh Lord, he had so many sources. Sometimes he had to ignore some, accept others, and so on. But this one was true. He knew it. The only issue was that he had to deal with the government of Equatorial Guinea…he needed a way to handle the highly militarized leadership without causing problems for himself in the long run.

He stood outside a Red Cross tent where they were providing just general food to the native Africans. Poor as hell, this country…Hmm…
“I know you’re there.” He said out loud, sensing an electrical source near him. Most people here did not have electricity or electric devices, so this person would stand out to his electrokinetic senses easily. “You may as well show who you are then.”

Nightkill glanced at the tree behind him, a tree that had not been there five minutes ago. It was a tall and magnificent tree, which was always good. Fruit grew proudly off it, and Nightkill bet that many of the native Africans would absolutely love this food. He turned now to the woman who had wanted to know how he had known she was there, and why on Earth he was in this oppressive hell. "I am merely assisting the local Red Cross in their efforts and using my significant wealth for good use." he said mildly. "And just who are you? You are not Red Cross, that much is certain, and you are definitely foreign. For one, you're white. For second, you're using English, not Spanish, though I have no doubt you're likely to know Castillian. Third, you're speaking English with an American accent." Nightkill said, using his standard educated New Yorker accent.

He glanced again at the tree. "And I will bet a lot of money that you have something to do with that tree, eh? A plant manipulator then, a superheroine or some such?" he asked casually as if this were normal everyday conversation. "And now, to my other question after you have answered my first inquiry as to who you yourself are- why are you in this miserable country and what are your goals here?"

He already had guessed this woman was a superheroine of some sort- no other reason for this barefoot white woman to be walking through the African landscape. But what was her intention or purpose here?

Nightkill raised an eyebrow. Did she honestly think his conclusions were surprising at all? She was a white English speaking woman walking barefoot in one of the worst countries in Africa, which would make anyone stand out. Then she confessed that she created that tree, or made it grow out of the ground at any rate, and then his eyebrows went up further when she started she would "start her reign here."

"An enterprising monarch or goddess, have we?" he asked with a chuckle. "I'll note that humans have had trouble with gods and kings, and I have met and talked with some of both. Most don't have much power anymore, except in their heads. What will make you different?" he asked calmly, crossing his arms while tilting his head in an inquiring manner.

He unfolded his arms and started walking toward her. "You see, humans can't manage themselves, I agree. They keep destroying and setting themselves back. They need someone to hold them and guide them to glory. But how do you do that? How do you convince water and chaos to mix with oil and law?"

Nightkill nodded. "And there we both have an agreement." he told her. "I also hold that firm belief, the belief that humans could become among the greatest beings in the universes-" the term likely would not go unnoticed- "if only they had that firm and strong guiding hand. And that's a hand we haven't yet found, though people have put themselves up as candidates." he chuckled.

"Who am I? I am Nightkill." he said, leaving it simple and frank. Not a boast, just a brief piece of information given out. But that name had a lot of weight behind it, weight that anyone who had spent any time in America or most Western countries would somewhat know, even if they had heard only vague rumours. It was an old name, dating back decades though most people did not know very much about it. "Yes, I am not a human." he said, also leaving that vague.

"I've told you my name. And you would be?" he asked. As a lead up question, he also asked "And what are you doing here in particular, rather than Ghana or even a civilised country like Singapore?"