Well, I'm back..

Entei stepped off the private jet into the cool morning air that resided around London. At least, the private air field that reset a few miles outside of the city limits. Just another perk of his father's side of the family, he supposed. The life of luxury, and never having to sit coach. With a sigh, he scratched the back of his head, running his fingers through the blue-black hair the adorned it. After many, many trips to his father's dimmensions, and the accumulative years he had spent training there, Michael Krieger now looked a bit.. different. Well, more different than a half demon could anyway.

The last time he had really been seen in the hero scene he appeared to be around age nineteen, with a mess of hair that hung below his ears, and a face that was stuck between a man and a child. Now, he looked older, more mature, while still holding the youthful appearance that came with near immortality. His face was more angular, stronger looking, with a more defined jaw. His hair, which had been wild and uncontrolled, was not short, spiked up in the front as was popular nowadays. He wore a nice suit, though he probably paid more for it than most people did for their cars, and expensive, high end dress shoes. All in all, he looked like an attractive man in his early to mid twenties headed to a job at an expensive law firm. That would be, if it wasn't for the enlarged canines, and pointed, almost elf like ears.

His shoes clacked against the metal of the landing steps as he made his way down them, before crossing the landing strip to the Mercades that awaited him. As he walked, he adjusted the suit jacket he wore, pulling it taut, removing the creases as he buttoned it together.

It was an uneventful drive to London, as he thought it would be. After all, who was up at this awfully early hour? He closed his eyes for the majority of the thirty-five minute drive, letting himself doze off a bit, catch up on the sleep he had been so desperately needing. The car rolled to a stop all too soon, and the passenger slowly opened his eyes, before finding his way out of the vehicle. With a stretch, Michael gathered his surroundings to find he stood in front of a burned down building, or at least, what remained of it.

"This long, and they still haven't rebuilt.." The young half demon said aloud to himself. This building was the one he himself had reduced to near ash in his fight with Jeisen, his best and closest friend. It felt like years ago, though, his sense of time was severely distorted.

It usually wasn't like Michael to get like this, sentimental, but looking at one of the lowest points in his life really put everything into perspective for him. Things were slowly becoming better, after all. He was regaining his reputation, he had found himself a job that he actually excelled at, much to even his own surprise. Things with Uzma were.. complicated, what with him disappearing so much. He was sure that it would resolve itself eventually, though.

With a sigh, he leaned against a nearby street sign, more than likely dirtying his suit. He didn't care though. For a moment, it was nice to just remember.

Jeisen: "That was a hell of a day wasn't it?"

A young man stood next to Entei, looking up at the building before them. Black hair stood out against a lean almost gaunt pale face. It was if he almost never saw the sun or possibly even heard what it was. Actually fit in with most of the Londoners. No stubble on his face, but a thin scar like a scratch on one cheek. The man looked tired. Worn down. Save for the eyes. Those were a bright electric blue with a piercingly intense gaze. He pulled one hand out of his hoodies pocket and pointed up at that remains

Jeisen: "They decided to just leave it like that. Said it was a memorial for the night the city burned blue. Some politicians use it as a rallying point to drive home the metahuman threat. Others use it as a reminder that no one died that night. I prefer the second view."

"I don't know, I remember there being quite a bit of lightning that day. I still have a scar to remember it by." Entei said with a chuckle, returning to a standing position. He placed his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, his eyes never leaving the building. "You know that damn suit reeks, right? Smells almost as bad as that robot who seems to think I'm a prostitute."

Turning to face his friend, a small smile crept on his face. This was a face he hadn't seen in a long time, he had trouble recalling the last time he had seen Jeisen's actual face, and not just the mask he wore to cover it up. Though he did recall vaguely, the night they fought Raikou and officially became a make shift team, fighting to defend lightning from some self proclaimed demon. Looking back on it made him internally facepalm, why would a human go about toting to be something like his father?

"So, how many alarms did I set off when I flew into London? I can't imagine I'm not on some list after what I was forced to do to this city, to you." Entei paused. This had been one of the few times they had actually spoken since what happened, he had never apologized for it. "You tempered me well though, kept me from killing anyone. Despite how hard I tried, and boy did I try."

Cracking a smile as well, it looked like years shed off of Jeisen in just that moment. He looked his age and not like some old man who's been holding the world together for too long. He tapped Entei on the shoulder, before nodding his head.

Jeisen: "You know, perhaps this isn't the best place to really talk. This is London, lets head for a pub as the locals call it."

He put both hands into his hoodies pocket as he moved along the street. Overcast this morning, but that wasn't particularly new. He walked along the sidewalk next to a cobbled road.

Jeisen: "I think you set off uhhh.. 11 alarms? Or at least would have. Cleared out a few systems to kill them. You could have just used the portal system from the helicarrier. That's still active at least."

He made breaking into national government mainframes and a few other organizations networks to clear out any trace of Entei coming here to be trivial. Which, in a way, it was to him. He had also been remotely clearing the video surveillance footage that either of them were showing up in with a little help from Nolan.

"Only eleven?" Entei said with a smirk as he followed behind Jeisen. "I'm pretty sure I set off more than that when I light a cigarette in the morning. I must not be as threatening as I thought I was."

As Entei and Jeisen walked down the street, the half demon let out a small laugh. How ironic that this would be the bar they would happen upon. Shaking his head, Entei ushered for his pale friend to follow behind.

"Come on." He said, pushing open the door to what appeared to be a high end nightclub. "It's a bit early for them to be serving drinks but uh.. I use to work here.. it's meta human friendly."