Volt was waiting nervously to board one of the League VTOL’s, trying not to dwell on what might laying ahead of him. It was true, he’d fought his share of meta-villains in the past, beat em too, but it would be a fool who wouldn’t be a worried about what was coming. He was afraid, yeah, but that didn’t mean he was gonna turn tail. Sonja was standing next to him, and he wouldn’t feel right leaving her to shoulder this burden without him. And what about Hot-Rod, if Volt left who would watch his back, after all Ryker was so fast it took someone who was a living lightning bolt just to keep up with him. They were his friends, and he wasn’t gonna fail them. He’d failed one friend to many in his life [I]Let’s just hope ma mates are as concerned aboot ma safety.[/I]

[I]Hold the phone, what is that? [/I] Thoughts of his friends were chased away as his skin began to tingle. Since the Awakening Volt could always ‘feel out’ sources of electricity, be they big or small. It has been disconcerting at first, his skin prickling whenever he so much as walked into a room with an active current, but he’d grown accustomed to it by now, coming to see it as a sixth sense of sorts. Right now that sense was singing to him, this source was so powerful it felt like he was vibrating. Another electro kinetic maybe? 

He was proven right as ‘Emmanuel’ came and introduced himself, and stating his power. He also called Volt ‘Sir’, which was a nice touch. Emmanuel was covered in tiny scars that almost seemed to be tiny lightning bolts. Volt couldn’t decide if they were badass or bizarre.

Even without the introduction the Lightning-Slinger would have known what Emmanuel was capable of, the air practical hummed between them In fact Volt was slightly surprised that whole building hadn’t blacked out, the pair of them were draining so much juice. [I]Guess ah ain’t as unique as ah thought. If he makes terrible puns during a fight too ah might sue.[/I] The Lightning-Slinger grinned a little at his fellow electro kinetic, the gesture strained but genuine.

“Good tae have ye on board Emmanuel, ah have a feeling this one is gonnae get hairy.” Understatement of the year. 

“As tae advice on powers? If yer here ye must have a handle on them, then ah doubt ah can help ye, and if ah could we mighta left it a bit late, eh?” He said, gesturing to the hectic scene of the quickly departing VTOLS. “When we get back we can talk shop, see if we cannae learn a thing or two.”

“And stick close tae a vet if ye can. Ye look like ye’d be pretty tasty in a scrap, but all it takes is one misstep and its all over.”