“The pleasure is all mine, I assure you.” Aban said to the man after he introduced himself. Aban listened as the man who called himself Emmanuel spoke. A smile slipped its way onto Aban face as the Lightning-powered superhero explained the League’s need for more heroes, as well as his own philosophy when it came to fighting the good fight. Aban couldn’t help but feel that Emmanuel would more than likely listen to his cause. The way he spoke so passionately about fighting evil and injustice, Aban thought for sure that he would help with Aban’s Syrian problem. Perhaps recruiting help wouldn’t be difficult, especially if everyone around the League was as noble as Emmanuel made himself out to be. Hope filled Aban as he momentarily spaced out and dreamed of what it would be like when he and his army of heroes stormed President Bashar’s palace and freed Syria from the war and strife it has suffered for so long.

Aban mentally shook himself back into reality as Emmanuel changed the subject. [i] You’re living in the here and now, Aban. Not the future. Get a hold of your imagination. [/i] He chided himself, before tuning in to listen to Emmanuel’s words. Aban frowned as Emmanuel mentioned that he had just woken up from being passed out: why had his new acquaintance been unconscious? Aban decided not to press the issue. More than likely, he had been injured in the line of duty. This was a dangerous job to be sure. Aban quickly found his idle thoughts answered when Emmanuel mentioned someone named Polaris. Supercell reached into the inner corners of his mind, trying to remember where he had heard the name before. Ah, that was it! The prison escape! Aban remembered listening to the newscast, and Polaris had escaped. The reporters had discussed Polaris’s past in length, though truthfully Aban didn’t remember much of what they said. Aban nodded as Emmanuel mentioned the Atrium and Meeting Hall as some places he should go. That seemed like a decent plan, however Aban was far more intrigued by Emmanuel’s explanation of where he was heading.

With a shrug and a chuckle, Aban brushed off Emmanuel’s apology for rambling.”You are just fine, my friend. You were very informative and helpful; thank you. As for the invitation: I would be more than happy to spar with you. I’ll try my best not to hurt you anymore than you already are.” Aban gave the man a playful grin along with his last line. In truth, Aban was afraid the living battery would absolutely pumble him in a fight. Supercell’s powers weren’t exactly impressive, especially when it came to fighting."May I ask you another question? What's it like, working with the League?" Aban asked, ready to get a move on whenever Emmanuel was.