Joshua Langford
It was pretty obvious that Niccolò had been around recently. The sweet smell of alcohol in the air gave that away, even before the abandoned empty bottles and puddle of vomit did. Because of how closed the area was to wind, the smell of it all tended to linger unpleasantly, annoying the neighbors and potentially driving away the customers. And potentially driving away the customers.
Joshua didn't really care about what the other salesmen in the area thought of him; they weren't giving him their money, after all. Actually, though, it would be wonderful if they could be driven out so simply. Then he wouldn't have to worry about people constantly complaining about Niccolò. But on the other hand, if there were less people around, the Italian might take that as an invitation to make sure he wasn't lonely or anything stupid like that.
He could at least throw up on Ferdinand's part of the sidewalk, Joshua thought , scowling as he picked up the bottles and threw them into the garbage. He wasn't going to touch the puddle, though, because he wasn't anybody's maid. Even though he still was obliged to clean it up. Damn it, Niccolò.
Fixing his goggles in mild annoyance, the man drew a short line in the air with his hand. Dark matter condensed itself over the puddle, drawing the liquid and bits into its gravity before the entire thing hurled itself in the trash after the discarded bottles. The mass spread itself out again as he put his hand down, gravity righting itself before it could attract anything else.
The gestures were unnecessary, of course, just a placebo to help him map out how he wanted the energy to move. That said, with Joshua's current annoyance at Niccolò -strange, really...he was supposed to be the patient one- it was safer this way.
He scrutinized the area further, looking for things that shouldn't have been there. The smell was really quite awful. Sighing, Joshua went to get rid of that, too. All he needed to do was create a concentration of dark matter just strong enough to get the wind to blow.
Martha probably would have had a fit, seeing him using his powers like this.
It was pretty obvious that Niccolò had been around recently. The sweet smell of alcohol in the air gave that away, even before the abandoned empty bottles and puddle of vomit did. Because of how closed the area was to wind, the smell of it all tended to linger unpleasantly, annoying the neighbors and potentially driving away the customers. And potentially driving away the customers.
Joshua didn't really care about what the other salesmen in the area thought of him; they weren't giving him their money, after all. Actually, though, it would be wonderful if they could be driven out so simply. Then he wouldn't have to worry about people constantly complaining about Niccolò. But on the other hand, if there were less people around, the Italian might take that as an invitation to make sure he wasn't lonely or anything stupid like that.
He could at least throw up on Ferdinand's part of the sidewalk, Joshua thought , scowling as he picked up the bottles and threw them into the garbage. He wasn't going to touch the puddle, though, because he wasn't anybody's maid. Even though he still was obliged to clean it up. Damn it, Niccolò.
Fixing his goggles in mild annoyance, the man drew a short line in the air with his hand. Dark matter condensed itself over the puddle, drawing the liquid and bits into its gravity before the entire thing hurled itself in the trash after the discarded bottles. The mass spread itself out again as he put his hand down, gravity righting itself before it could attract anything else.
The gestures were unnecessary, of course, just a placebo to help him map out how he wanted the energy to move. That said, with Joshua's current annoyance at Niccolò -strange, really...he was supposed to be the patient one- it was safer this way.
He scrutinized the area further, looking for things that shouldn't have been there. The smell was really quite awful. Sighing, Joshua went to get rid of that, too. All he needed to do was create a concentration of dark matter just strong enough to get the wind to blow.
Martha probably would have had a fit, seeing him using his powers like this.