Sure, -Now- You'll Say Hello (Geata)

It was a quiet night, and for once, that was actually an issue. Because of how hectic the past few weeks had been, both for his civilian and super personas, Geata had only just recently managed to finally hear about current events, such as the mayoral speech. He wasn't exactly pleased with what happened, and was less pleased with who all had supported said events, but he felt a bit of pride at the fact that there were supers who stood against it. At least some people had the good sense to know that ruining the public image for supers wasn't the way to make things better.

Even so, he was in an unpleasant disposition, and he didn't want to risk facing certain individuals and possibly griping them out, especially for standing up for what they believed in. Even if they were exceptionally stupid in how they went about it. And so he was out in the night, hoping against hope that he'd run into some unfortunate soul that had the misfortune of deciding that doing something stupid that night was actually a good idea.

Instead, he caught a flash of yellow that was somewhat familiar. If he remembered costumes correctly, it was the same yellow of the girl from the night at the docks where everything devolved into a fight between supers extremely quickly. She had been fighting alongside that dumbass magician Panda. Sadly for her, Pandas were kinda on Geata's shit list that night, and that meant she now had his attention. He wasn't going to attack her, that was exactly the issue he had with that night in the first place, but he was not above following her and seeing what she was doing.

Doing his best not to attract her attention, he decided to do just that. Following from a good distance behind her, he waited to see exactly what her intentions were.

In a moment where the person's fingers weren't on the keypad, Geata opened a portal a hair's breadth off of it that would make further interaction difficult, to say the least. Looking through it would reveal a bird's eye view of her position, from roughly thirty feet directly above. He could've just dropped her a few hundred feet away instead, but he didn't want to do anything rash, even with his current temperament. Perhaps even because of it. It wasn't as though the woman was breaking into a bank or jewelry store, so he was going to at least give her a chance to explain her actions.

With hands in his pockets, Geata stepped out where he was sure she could see him. He debated for a moment on what he should say, trying to decide on the words, but everything seemed cliché. "Hi," he said with a sigh. Perhaps introductions would be best? It would probably make it clear that he wasn't there to fight, not yet anyway, but it also felt wrong for the situation. Then again, how often were people caught committing an obvious crime by a person who was letting curiosity outweigh their irritation?

"I don't remember if I ever gave my name that night at the docks," he said. "I'm Geata."

Geata frowned slightly as he thought about that night. Had he not said hi? He could've sworn he did, he usually did when he was meeting people, and until powers were being thrown around that was all that he had felt about the situation. There was no way he didn't greet Canary, was there?

After some hardcore remembering, Geata responded with a hesitant voice. "Didn't I at least wave at you or something?" And then, suddenly, his tone changed to match her playful one. "Hey, listen, you say that like I was the guy throwing smoke bombs and attacking with tigers and crap. Don't blame me that supers are all apparently trigger happy. Uh, present company excluded, obviously."

He then glanced at the portal over the keypad before continuing. "As for that, I'm afraid I have to insist on it staying there, at least for the moment. That'll change very quickly, though, if you can give me a good reason for letting you break into a news station."

"It's... hard to explain," Geata said with an apologetic shrug. "Very short answer is that I just do." He hadn't been asked about how he managed to use his powers yet, and realizing that alone was enough to make him put the whole "hello" issue on hold. He was surprised it was the first time, for one thing; it seemed like a question that would be pretty prevalent amongst supers, but he hadn't thought to ask anyone himself either. He was also surprised that he hadn't already had an answer prepared for it. Whatever, he could figure it out as he went along if Canary decided to press further. For now, there was still the issue of the news station.

"Please, I knew about how biased the media is long before it actually started to be relevant to my daily life," he scoffed jokingly. "I think I did a paper on yellow journalism back in... the seventh grade? It's been a few years, details are hazy, ask the magic 8-ball again later." The rest of what she said gave him pause, though. "I suppose you have a point," he said finally, "and I can't exactly argue against that. And I suppose there's something in there that I could stand to see myself. Depending on how the show goes, it might even be best to make it publicly available. Or to destroy it completely."

He sighed, and suddenly the portal over the keypad disappeared, but one appeared in front of the door, showcasing the inside of the building. "This might be faster," he said quietly. "Don't worry, it's completely safe. I won't close it on you."

Geata nodded. It was probably a bit difficult to just accept that answer, but it was true. Even so, he didn't mind clarifying just a little. "An analogy that would make sense is... it's a lot like flexing a muscle. It's hard to explain exactly how I do it. It's just something I did accidently one day and since then have been able to do on command." It wasn't exactly elegant, but it was probably the easiest way for it to be understood. With that said, he walked through the portal.

"How about you, Canary? Forgive me, but I can't really remember what you do. It was a hectic night, full of tigers and wasps and that idiot in the paper bag." He shot her an apologetic look, but he wasn't sure how well it would translate, given his mask.

Geata indeed only had the portal lead to the other side of the door. In some cases, simple was best, in his opinion. That was why he didn't try to pull off too many fancy tricks with his powers unless the situation called for them. He didn't know the layout of the building, where the best place to appear would be, or what the odds were of walking right into a sticky situation. He assumed Canary had probably planned out her little raid, but if not, that was fine too. He was a tagalong who wasn't too willing to risk making everything worse.

"Making things is pretty cool," he said absentmindedly as he listened for any signs of incoming guards on patrol or anything. Content when nothing was heard for the immediate moment, he decided to continue talking, albeit quieter than when they were outside. "That has real world applications. Me? I'm able to move stuff, but not in a way that's highly sought after in the job market. If you don't mind my asking, what all sorts of stuff have you made? I'm assuming battle capable stuff, of course, but that's not strictly all that I mean."

Geata nodded silently at Canary's answer as he surveyed the hallway before them. Open doors were simple to get past, security cameras less so unless there was an obvious blind spot. The back wall appeared to be the best place to be, with no cameras angled directly at it. At the same time, it was admittedly a bit of a gamble on whether or not it was clear, and Canary seemed to know what she was doing. Suppressing a sigh, Geata did as she did.

After a relatively short period of time, the distinct sound of footfalls started to come from a doorway they had already passed. Geata looked to Canary to see if she would take the lead on dealing with the issue. If she didn't, Geata had a plan to keep them from getting caught, but it probably wasn't one that she'd care for.