It took him awhile to find out the civilians in a foreign were city having a crisis not unlike some of the ones that hit Al’s town, but when he did he got to work.

Whatever was riling up the inhabitants gave him a boost in aggression and he had the aged temperance to channel it into something productive. In this case, it was going out to help gather up and relocate humans into different local Safe Houses of a sort. He never really went any closer than he had to.

Other times it was demolishing encroaching hostile supes when a Safe House looked to be struggling. Again, he never really stuck around to get recognized.

If Al was entirely honest with himself, it was slightly liberating to let loose some messy violence. Not that he’d admit it.

He was a cursory presence at best. More of a silent boon of assistance. He got himself involved with events. He didn’t try to do get himself involved with the people. They wouldn’t likely know him or trust him well enough anyways.

Mostly, he was around as a nod to Gabe whom had offered him some assistance in the recent past. Felt he owed the man a little back scratching if he was going to be involved here.

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*excitedly* You have another half?!

This personality is not so great at reading people. Or things, come to that. Something bad in the wiring. He had never been outside this long, not in many years; everything was an adventure, new and exciting. Baby has learned to walk and now must pick up everything, inspect it, and then try to see what it tastes like, for good or for ill.

*frowns* …if you were fully dead, would you even care about those things? We can hardly be bothered with them as it is.

Like you? Mnn, no. I wasn’t being literal.

[Al did have a neurosis of a kind. Faces to wear. This was one such face. But it wasn’t a separate entity or even a personality. Just…a face. A lie to the world. A bit of a lie to himself. It was easier for him to stand himself this way. In a way, he was more like a mixed up puzzle cube with missing pieces he could rearrange, put back in, or even solve. Not so much a halved cube or even two different cubes.]

I guess that depends on your view of what happens after you start pushing daisies, hrm? [He ended up scritching fingers in his messy dark hair.] Might want to take a moment to consider if other people would be bothered. I suppose all things must end and all things must change. People move on. All the same, I’m still needed for a thing or two. So I stick around. Eventually I won’t be needed. That’ll be when I finish what someone else started for me.

Ples woke up for a bit; emotions weren’t really Tiben’s thing and he felt Alan was saying something significant.

I really do not know what happens…perhaps it is different for everyone? I…c-can only imagine something terrible is waiting for me. Though, I am a bit…relieved? At the idea that there is more than just rotting in the ground.

He wished he could have something significant to contribute; he wanted to ask what was left, but Ples did not pry and the fog was pulling him to slumber again.

I don’t think many people think they’re destined for the positive end of their afterlife. Won’t know until you get there, hrm? [He watched the other man and denoted little changes in mannerisms. The way he spoke, mostly.] You’re one of the people that thing is getting to. [Was all he said about it.]