[Sonya Chernovna]

dont fret, dearie The city bustled outside the enormous window that funcitoned as the primary source of light for the large meeting room. Sonya had already made herself comfortable, leaning back in a chair and popping a chip in her mouth from one of those tiny bags that generally had more air in them than actual potato-based deliciousness. She crunched down on another, offering the bag to one of her security guards who shrugged and plucked one out. She smiled at him. It was hard to find security guards that knew how to have a good time. Across from her was a professional business negotiator, someone who'd been hired specifically to be present for this meeting. The guy was on call pretty much twenty-four-seven since Sonya had hired him, her constant business dealings both above and below board demanded much of his attention. Though to be honest, the guy never got much of a chance to speak. He looked up at Sonya warily as the door opened at the other end of the room. She handed off the snacks to her guard and with a lightning fast flash of her quirk burned away the residue on her fingers, clean, if a bit chilly to the touch. She practically bounced out of her seat after that, straightening her pink tie and white blazer before striding across the floor to meet the other side of this meeting. The CTO of ProjectYou, and an object of her genuine interest. With this being their first time meeting beyond conference calls and emails, she was eager to get a good look at the guy. "Come in! Come in dearie! Welcome!" Sonya enthused, "I've got a caterer coming in later when the other execs show up to try to look important," She snickered, knowing full well that the real conversation would be between them, and held out her hand to shake. "Sonya Chernovna, CEO of ASTA Corporate," I just want to play facade

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| Aiden Markusson | @aidm_cto
Location: Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan. | Current Status: Quiet confidence.
Now Playing: Lin Manuel Miranda - The Room Where It Happens

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It had been a pretty smooth ride through the bustling city on the metro from Akihabara (where Aiden had both his apartment and current corporate HQ) to Shibuya for the meeting. Aiden, knowing ASTA (and by extension Sonya Chernovna) were very powerful and could be very valuable allies, had taken the rare courtesy of dressing up for the meeting. Aiden Markusson ascended the building (via the stairs) and entered the meeting room wearing a nice dark grey suit with a green tie. His hair was neatly tousled/spiked up and light makeup done, face unobscured by any kind of mask. This transparency was very rarely seen on Aiden, especially publicly where very few images of him even existed without his signature mask. A show of good faith, to who he assumed was an equally astute businesswoman. He walked and held himself with an air of focus and confidence, again a far cry from most public appearances, where he typically seemed reserved and socially awkward. Curiously, he was also wearing black cloth/silk gloves inlaid with LED lights in small clusters. ProjectYou tech.

As he entered the room, Aiden's mind was immediately fixed on analysis. What could he learn before even saying anything? The first thing he noticed was that Sonya seemed fairly laid back. Not out of character from what he'd heard of her, but still abnormal for an executive awaiting a meeting. This changed quickly though, with the next couple of things he noticed from her. That glow. It was pretty publicly known that Ms. Chernovna did have a Quirk, but as far as anyone knew it was just the glow. A low-power emitter Quirk, barely worth mentioning. Aiden wasn't so sure about that. He didn't know what it was, but some trick of the light in how it reflected off her hands just lightly differently after her Quirk use. Some aura of power he got from her besides just status. The way she leaped into action to meet him halfway also spoke to that same unique energy and presence she had. A slight smile - or was it a smirk? - graced Aiden's face as she spoke. "Right, about that whole 'other execs' thing. Sorry to say that Luna's flight was delayed and she probably won't be able to make it. A shame, since I bet you two would get along great. I'm no stranger to style myself, but she's the real fashionista. Half the vision of the company came from her."

As Sonya held out her hand to shake though, there was a brief moment of hesitation. Right, his least favourite part of any meeting. He felt very briefly vulnerable. Sonya would likely then be able to notice something of a nervous tic or stim gesture. Aiden adjusted his gloves, just to reassure himself that they were still on. A rudimentary barrier, but it was something. Then, he shook her hand as normal. "Aiden Markusson, here for both ProjectYou and Unique Variant, pleased to finally meet you, Miss Chernovna. Forgive my hesitance, you never know what people may be able to do with a touch." It was public knowledge that Mr. Markusson, for all his work on Quirk support and vocal pro-Quirker rights sentiment, was in fact Quirkless. As he met Sonya's electric pink eyes, Aiden then looked once more around the room. The bodyguard and - he presumed - negotiator who had thus far remained silent. The whole atmosphere of the room seemed to orbit around the stronger personality present, and now both of them.