Part A:
"Crap-!"

Was it a jump gone wrong? Something else? He can't quite remember. Jules finds himself falling, hurtling towards the ground in a streak of black and green so fast he barely has a chance to activate his own powers. He only has a moment to curse before crashing down into the street with a heavy impact and-...

Being fine?

He sits up after a moment, dusting himself off and shaking his hair back into place. Just in time for a voice to echo through his head.

"What the... Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

Part B:

There’s a loud crunch, and his head whips about just in time to catch the car hurtling towards his head. The reaction’s almost instinctive, a flash of green light, still force, and the car slows through the air enough to give Jules time to duck out of the way.

Only to look up at the iron giant and scowl. He's going to need a hand fighting that.

"Right, of course, just my luck..."

As stunning as this "Central City" is Jules is finding himself longing for a moment of quiet, something hard to do when you’re dressed up like some alt-fashion version of a cowboy. The fact that he’s new here is probably plain enough. The luxury apartment? Not a terrible place to stay, but it’s not his style despite the beauty of the gothic architecture. He doesn’t plan on sticking around here long, so he’s leaving any big spending for later.

For now? He’s found himself a spot in the closest bar that didn’t look too ostentatious, arms resting over the counter and turned to keep an eye on the place while he sips at his beer. Looking a little lost? Probably.

"Yeah... I’ll take these... and a candy I guess.” Oddities are very much his thing, and it’s hard to resist the oddly symbolic accessories Rancor offers. Just one, maybe, and the candy is blood red, perfect for Halloween, or so Jules thinks. Jules wanders off into the town, decorated with a neat new chain necklace with an occult star on the end and his tongue dyed slightly red from the sweet…

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Passions are broad. Music, people, dance. There’s a few places all three can be found. Later on in the evening Jules can be found dancing at wherever seems fitting. Local night club? Underground party? When you know what to look for it’s not too hard to find the scene, and oh boy does he blend in. Well… Mostly. Not many others sport that sequin green style, tassels hanging off his arms and studded goth cowboy boots. It’s definitely a look.

Maybe you bump into him on the floor; maybe you spot something’s off, that he seems a bit more lost in it than is probably healthy. Either way, where you fall on that polarizing love-hate field will depend on first impressions, won’t it? Why not join the revelry.

[ Plotting? Feel free to DM me, or just throw up a different prompt if nothing here strikes you! ]