[h2][center][b][color=662d91]David Jackson[/color][/b][/center][/h2]
[color=662d91]“It’s hard to forget a massacre of your own kind. And it’s even harder when shades from said massacre start to return the favor.”[/color] David gave Austin a smile. The sort of smile a father would approvingly give his son when he came home with his own car. [color=662d91]“I’m surprised you guys trusted this random stranger. Trust is a rare resource these days. Well, I guess it’s all for the better. If this really is SCAR headquarters, then SCAR itself must be pretty ready to start the fight again.”[/color] David kept looking around, soaking up everything his senses could feel. Partly because he was happy being free again. But partly because he felt that he should prepare to escape. As the redhead clearly wouldn’t calm down.

[color=662d91]“Yeah. I’ll stick with you. I’m glad that someone might have my back. But for now –“ [/color]David formed a black, unstable orb in his hand and showed it to Austin. [color=662d91]“-I got feeling that we don’t want to let everything escalate to the point that we need to run. We should subdue Bubbles over there.”[/color] He said, while pointing at Eli. [color=662d91]“I can ‘neutralize’ gravity around him, or hit him with the force of a professionally thrown baseball. You decide the strategy.”[/color] David felt like telling someone your powers wasn’t a good idea, yet. But right now, it felt like Eli was being the fuse to a barrel of gunpowder he didn’t know the size of. He didn’t want to let any other superhumans get hurt because some teen couldn’t stay calm.