SW: A Phantom Thief?

[Vincent Meian]

Normally, the cafeteria was not a place where Vincent was. It was a rather simple thing, considering that he often made his own breakfast and lunches and brought them to school. Today was much the same, though to his chagrin, the tall man had neglected to pack a drink or utensils. Oh well; off to see Ferris it was.

After a chat with the head chef and a thanks for the spare set of chopsticks (that had somehow been found, washed, and kept safe for apparently months), the masked man more commonly known as Vincent Meian decided to eat in the room, rather than go back to his own office. He had chosen the more simplistic version of the mask his superhero had for the sake of removal during training, but the rest of the costume was in full display.

Honestly, it was somewhat funny, especially since he was playing more of a villain rather than a hero. But the character his mask identified was the hero of the story; a circus acrobat being framed as the main villain. Therefore, it still counted.

Granted, the number of times he was told that Zorro wasn't a superhero was starting to get old. Children. At least it was yet better than being called "Noir Batman", whatever that meant.

[Cee Cohen]

Daredevil had not been the best decision. Shame that Cee had determined this a few hours into the day instead of at the beginning. He'd thought that it would work. After all, he'd spent most of his years having very limited vision. He had a cane now, and had gone to classes--his vision wasn't worsening, but it wasn't getting better either, and it had seemed like a smart move. Seemed, maybe, being the key word there. It was the spandex. He was way too skinny for spandex, especially bright red. And then there was the blindfold. Also an issue.

Oh well. Lesson learned. He'd ditched the bandana for his glasses and was limping along (because he'd hit his leg multiple times). He made it into the cafeteria, managed to get food, and sat down next to the other easily identified adult. Maybe he wouldn't laugh at the red spandex.

He started in on his food, then peered at the other figure. Was that…?

"Zorro?" he asked, a bit hesitant. "That television series was fantastical. I wasn't briefed on the fact that he was a super hero though."

Then again, red spandex.

[Vincent Meian]

The hat had initially obscured the tall man's vision of his red spandex-wearing colleague, so it was with a soft sigh than Vincent swallowed his bite of kappamaki and looked up.

...To someone very skinny in a bright red, tight-fitting costume. Who sounded like Cee Cohen. Well then.

"He is not," the Japanese man explained, "and I am not dressed as him, though I understand the confusion. This is a design based upon a movie titled Kē-Tuentī: Kaijin Nijū Mensō Den. It means 'The Legend of the Twenty-Faced Mysterious Person', most literally. It relates the story of a young man framed for being a masked thief, and his adventure in proving his innocence."

It was a very simple description, and didn't entirely sound much like a superhero at all when put that way. However, if students could throw on a black party cape and a Guy Fawkes mask to call themselves a superhero, Vincent could take an obscure (but recent-ish) foreign film as his choice. It may not have been the most recognizable, though - perhaps next year, he would partake in a fallback plan. One that didn't have much in the way of mistaken identity for an American populous.

Glancing over the costume that the computer teacher wore, he hesitated, then stated, "I am not familiar with your choice either, however."

[Cee Cohen]

Cee nodded in understanding of the statement. "I have failed to familiarize myself with Japanese media. Is it something you'd recommend?" Although subtitles. Subtitles were hard, definitely. That could be a real problem. It didn't really sound like a superhero, he had to admit, but then--he was sitting there in red spandex, glasses, with a bandana pushed up over his forehead and making his hair stick up under the spandex hood. Yup. He looked amazing. Or, so he thought.

Not really.

Cee brightened at a chance to explain his costume. For the kids, it had been easy. The show was on Netflix, and even though his was bright red instead of the hard maroon leather. "Daredevil!" he said. "He's a visually impaired super hero. But he uses echolocation to determine his precise location. I believed it would be entirely appropriate but I should have chosen more practical attire."

[Vincent Meian]

The trainer considered the question. While he did not enjoy many films, this one had been surprisingly entertaining despite its lack of a believable plot. "If one does not think too hard about the setting or plot," he reasoned, "it is at least a film worth its time."

High praise from a man who didn't enjoy movies much.

A look of interest passed over Vincent's face at the description of the outfit. Impaired superheroes were not exactly a "thing" in Japan, and the idea seemed rather novel. Especially given that his ability seemed to provide him a better way to "see" than other people who had normal vision. He did chuckle though at the latter statement. "I do not think superheroes are often practical in normal circumstances, regardless of their chosen costume."

Especially those who wore latex, leather, vinyl, or spandex. Seriously; heavy cardio exercise meant one needed clothing that breathed.

[Cee Cohen]

Cee considered this for a moment. "Are there any reasonable explosions?" This was a relevant question. Cee didn't worry too much about settings or plot so long as the explosions were present and the computer technology was reasonable. That was actually the hardest thing to do. After that it just became an interesting blur on the screen.

"Indubitably, but mahogany leather and spandex seems unusually difficult to operate in. Then again, I don't manage the physical aspect of things--I direct more towards the intellectual. Perhaps it is actually manageable. So have any of the students made a correct assumption on your attire yet? I'd be fascinated to hear some of the other attempts."