Galaxy: Milky Way
System Cluster: Local Cluster
Solar System: Ra/Sol/Sun
Continent / Ocean: North America
Nation / Territory: U.S.A.
State / Province: New York
County / Prefecture: New York
City / Town / Village: New York City
Suburb: (borough) Manhattan
Structure: O.H.A.D. HQ.
Time Frame: Past
TNH Verse Year: 2013
Local Date: 2013 February 7
by Auzdein von Himmler
at February 7 Monday 8:27m EST
Auz to-date had only met a handful of locals to the post-Shift New York City area and already he had caught word of the belief that angels and demons, amongst a great many other equally mythical races and beings, had returned to the surface and the public eye. Naturally curious as to the foundations and validity of these beliefs, he had started asking around, and found himself later the next day approaching the OHAD HQ skyscraper wedged neatly into the monstrously expansive, towering, and cramped Big Apple.
Since his earlier, formative years, Auz had found great enjoyment in the tales of olde, to include fairytales, yarns, and the accounts and reports of all things deemed "supernatural" by the community and society from which he'd sprung so effervescently and bullishly forth. He took to writing his own short stories about them, researching and cross-referencing, growing into his ability to spin spellbinding novelettes, literary sagas, and documentaries. Eventually, he reached a turning point, and the transmutation of his physique, sense of style, and abilities was matched with an equally transforming set of logic and memes, transitioning from the brainwashed thinking some had attempted to raise him by.. into the more objective and accurate cogitating that had now led him to confidently deduce such beings were, are, and always will be very real, and completely natural, albeit "otherworldly" in one sense or another.
With great and restrained enthusiasm, guarded optimism, and a burning hope that all he had heard was not just typical Outlander embellishment, he strode up to the ground level lobby doors, casually pulled one open, and stepped inside. With subtle haste, he studied the interior as far as his eyes were permitted to travel by the constructs within the steep building, and found his way over to the security checkpoint where he signed in under his Schäfer name, and confirmed to the security personnel that he bore no weapons or ill will. "Miss Divinity Gottschalk, please; 15th floor."
It was still so odd a feeling whenever he made himself use the local, grimy dialect that replaced "Lady" with "Miss", "deck" with "floor", and only allowed for one language to be spoken at a time. Over the past few years, he had grown fully accustomed to mixing more than 16. As the elevator took him onward and upward toward his first point of inquisition, he faintly sighed, becoming nostalgic and fleetingly lugubrious over the fact that he was riding in one of the convenience machines that were all but illegal and banned in his city; even for skyscrapers, his people reached the top through jungle gyms and mooring lines, and returned to subordinate levels and the ground floor via the same, or zip lines.
His attention returned to the encapsulated world now around him, his eyes refocusing on the vertical transport box's doors finally parting before him. Straightening his business suit jacket and lightly shaking out his cascading mane of earth tones, and fixing the ends of his mustache and the angle of his goatee in one downward motion of a closing hand, he exited into the hallway...