PRE-MISSION Ansem can be found in one of the coaches studying the mission briefing with a look of severity on his face. It's quite clear he's taking it seriously, and trying to judge how best he can help, teams or not; even so, in the end he lets out a breath before moving towards the dressing car, arching a brief brow at the selection, and finally reaching for something that looks more-or-less appropriate. From there, he's milling about, occasionally gazing out the window as if expecting to see something else- only to move on once it's clear there's still only that headache-inducing fog.
If someone else looks like they may need some help either choosing a means of blending in or just seems a bit out of their depth in general, he'll approach, voice gentle; "Would you like a hand, my friend?"
MAPPING + FLICKERS Sneaking is...not Ansem's style. He'll follow someone's lead if necessary, but for the most part, he doesn't bother. He doesn't flaunt his presence, so to speak, but he will certainly take a lead in determining the path.
Perhaps the most impressive part is his stride is very much someone with a purpose; for all that he's out of his depth, he's very, very good at the posture of I have somewhere to be; don't stop me. Enough that the security staff, for the most part, leaves him be.
Indeed, it's only when his surroundings change that he halts completely, brow furrowing. "These halls...I know them," he says, mostly to himself, sounding confused. A hand moves to touch the stone walls before he moves further, struck by a sudden hurry; as they bleach white and in to a more abstract pattern, his pace hurries further. He's practically running by the time he 'arrives' at the edge of water, run finally slowing in to an unsteady stumble and near-fall as his eyes are wide and breathing heavy.
Ansem // Orange
Ansem can be found in one of the coaches studying the mission briefing with a look of severity on his face. It's quite clear he's taking it seriously, and trying to judge how best he can help, teams or not; even so, in the end he lets out a breath before moving towards the dressing car, arching a brief brow at the selection, and finally reaching for something that looks more-or-less appropriate. From there, he's milling about, occasionally gazing out the window as if expecting to see something else- only to move on once it's clear there's still only that headache-inducing fog.
If someone else looks like they may need some help either choosing a means of blending in or just seems a bit out of their depth in general, he'll approach, voice gentle; "Would you like a hand, my friend?"
MAPPING + FLICKERS
Sneaking is...not Ansem's style. He'll follow someone's lead if necessary, but for the most part, he doesn't bother. He doesn't flaunt his presence, so to speak, but he will certainly take a lead in determining the path.
Perhaps the most impressive part is his stride is very much someone with a purpose; for all that he's out of his depth, he's very, very good at the posture of I have somewhere to be; don't stop me. Enough that the security staff, for the most part, leaves him be.
Indeed, it's only when his surroundings change that he halts completely, brow furrowing. "These halls...I know them," he says, mostly to himself, sounding confused. A hand moves to touch the stone walls before he moves further, struck by a sudden hurry; as they bleach white and in to a more abstract pattern, his pace hurries further. He's practically running by the time he 'arrives' at the edge of water, run finally slowing in to an unsteady stumble and near-fall as his eyes are wide and breathing heavy.
Did he never leave this place at all...?