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his outfit his hair is braided professionally
Konan had been lassoed into coming...not literally but might as well have. He had done everything he could to avoid it. Numerous people including business associates, agents, and the mayor who apparently once knew his grandfather all insisted. Somehow he was here...four long hours later. A speech from the political suits who said nice things. Everyone from socialites to politicians and everything of wealth, fame or importance in between was here. Gathered here was too many people. He would rather be working in the labratory or campaigning or advocating for mutant and human equalacy.
The sponsors for one of his more successful and public projects finally convinced him here on a compromise. He would wear his hair in a formal braid down his back and he could dress in more comfortable attire. So yes...he stuck out like a sore thumb. At least he put on a tie with the outfit he wore. Wandering toward a balacony window he sighed...shut and sealed. Great. He kept wandering until he managed to slip himself free into some empty room. "Air...finally." He looked at his watch.
Lifting it then through voice prompting he then proceeded to activate and connect with the main AI in his labratory room. "How much longer must I appear at this gathering?" ~Approximately three hours, 45 minutes and 40 seconds...unless you can find an escape...or they dismiss early.~ Sighing he nodded. "Alright then...disconnecting now." He stated and the watch went dead or back to an ordinary timepiece keeper. He rubbed his temples then down the wine. "What a dreary ballroom scene. If they played livelier music or had more life it might be tolerable." He thought as he finally found his way onto a skyscraper viewpoint room. Drinking the wine thoughtfully.
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