Azriel Sahib "Guardian" A young man stood with his back to the brick wall of a small building, his eyes focused on a fairly large building across the street. It was well designed and even somewhat futuristic looking, with broad windows and a large upscale lobby. A passerby spared a glance at him barely able to see his face because of the hood over his face. He must of had a foul look on his face because the young woman just walked away, quickly averting her gaze. The young man sighed softly, pulling the hood down, revealing his concerned expression, his light blue eyes, and his dark brown hair. The building had been quiet for the last couple hours. Apparently there had been no activity outside of the ordinary. Why had he been seeing the graffiti in the alleys? The words "Brothers and sisters, beware Star" had been painted on various alley walls throughout the city. Of course, he wouldn't have noticed any of these if not for his decision to spend a great deal of time in the more seedy areas of town. Particularly in alleyways. This being of course, because he had taken it upon himself to help people in need as much as possible. He couldn't think of a single thing that the message could mean aside from star labs. Especially considering how recently the horrid events involving them occured. Yet, here he was, watching them and nothing interesting was occurring. Then again, it was probable that anything illicit or dangerous would be occuring inside, and he couldn't really risk just walking in and asking around about it. For now, he just needed to observe. A few footsteps behind him picked up his attention, prompting him to turn around to see the source. Approaching him was another young man, flashing him a smile when he noticed him. "Yo, Az, what's up, man?" The newcomer's short blonde hair was partially covered by a cap, his goofy grin was a signature feature, easily recognizable by anyone who had ever met him. His eyes were covered by sunglasses, as they almost always were. "Padre, hey. Just killing time." Azriel responded, slightly shrugging. The man he called Padre spared a glance at Star Labs, looking back to his friend. "Can't believe that place hasn't been assaulted yet. After the explosion the entire city hates them." Padre said quietly with a shake of his head. Azriel simply shrugged again, looking at the lab. "Yeah, well, some people haven't forgotten the good they've done. Plus, it was documented as an accident. Still, something weird is going on there." Padre nodded his head until the last sentence, in which he responded by raising a brow and looking to him quizzically. "What's that, Az? Something on your mind?" Azriel looked at the building a few seconds longer before signing audibly, pulling his hood back over his head. "Nah, man. I'll catch you later." With that, he offered his friend a simple wave, turning to walk back towards his apartment. Why did he have a feeling something bad was going on here?