[location: outside luthor plaza] you wanna hear about the deal i'm making (backdated to May 6)

[patricide]

In Lex's mind three weeks ample time to not only get himself acclimated, but start being useful to Taxon. He had currently been in this city for two weeks and six days, with his internal deadline drawing near. The temporary population boom during his first few days was a bit of an obstacle, but not one that couldn't be overcome.

Thankfully he was not entirely without the comforts of home as it seemed as if Luthor Plaza had decided to travel with him. That was more than enough motivation to move forward with his plans. First order of business was rendering the unused science labs operational which required gathering and setting up new equipment, as well as a good cleaning that he was damn sure not going to use an extra for. (The latter he wasn't necessarily ashamed of, but Lex was inclined to keep that one to himself.)

With one lab ready to go and his personal office set up, Lex was ready to begin to get to work. Never one to say no to ceremony, even when it was on his own, Lex stands outside the skyscraper and breaks a bottle of champagne against its outer wall.

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[ location: outside luthor plaza ]

[patricide]

Seventeen? If Lex were the kind to laugh outright at ridiculous statements, this would be the time to do so. Instead his eyebrows furrow slightly and one corner of his mouth quirks slightly upward.

"I'm sorry, but the person who you look like is my brother. He's twenty-two, and the last time I saw him was a year ago. Even so, I feel pretty safe in saying that you look more like him at twenty-one than seventeen."

[ location: outside luthor plaza ]

[virtued.livejournal.com]

One hundred and sixty-two, actually, but Stefan's not about to own up to his years any sooner than any other vampire who's spent time in Mystic Falls will. Hiding was in their nature, a tradition that was not to be broken. It was simply what one did, despite being present in an atmosphere where vampires were free to be open as they pleased.

Truth was, they didn't know how to be open.

"Pretty sure my brother would find hilarity in the notion that I look like some twenty-two year old."