[color=ed1c24]"We are live in ten... nine... eight..."[/color]

[color=8dc73f]"Threetwoone, let's jam!"[/color] Sol roared, bounding off of a roof top, short bursts of flame propelling him forward as he dropped onto the street running, cutting straight through traffic. A small camera sitting square on his right shoulder took in everything before him, streaming his daily adventure across several streaming sites across the web, links to it on his twitter, facebook, and every other social media site one could dream up. There were plenty of superheros making themselves known to the world, for the better or for the worse, but few were as ostentatious as Sol. The way Sol lived life was in a way that screamed "Take a look and be amazed!" and to his credit, he was if nothing else: A showman.

[color=8dc73f]"So, whatta we got goin' on today, Archangel?"[/color] Sol chirped, grinning beneath his mask as he dodged in an out of traffic toward the little corner store that Archie had sent him to. [color=ed1c24]"Uhh..."[/color] Archangel replied, dragging every letter of every word along as if he were moving half as fast as the world around him, [color=ed1c24]"Nothing too big, Sol. Just a pawn store robbery, no metas."[/color] Sol clicked his tongue and took a sharp left, bounding over the hood of a moving car as he did so, [color=8dc73f]"Ya killin' me, Archie. We got bigger fish to fry!"[/color] Sol laughed, coming to a screeching halt before [i]Mac's Gold and Silver Pawn[/i] where an alarm bell was dinging away and folks were yelling inside. [color=8dc73f]"For those of you just tuning in, I'm Sol and I'm here for your entertainment and to help keep this city in line!"[/color] Sol said, adjusting the camera slightly before barging in through the front door, making finger guns and two startled and pissed gunmen.

[color=00aeef]"The fuck is this guy's problem?"[/color] One of them snarled, raising a gun on Sol. [color=8dc73f]"You two are my problem,"[/color] Sol turned the finger guns into middle fingers, his left middle finger catching a bullet, a fleck of blood hitting the lens. [color=8dc73f]"Christ that hurt, you mongoloid!"[/color] Sol yelled, shaking his hand, [color=8dc73f]"You could've hurt someone!"[/color] Sol moved in quick, a burst from his jets propelling him across the room into a wall of gunfire. Poor, stupid idiots. They only had, what? 19 rounds between the two of them, tops? Sol and most of his viewer base by now knew at least one thing about him; He could come back from looking like Swiss cheese in a matter of seconds. Sol met the closest gunman head on, taking three rounds through the chest, one in the eye, and one that grazed along the side of his ear. In a moment the gunman was on the floor, blood gushing from his nose from the headbutt delivered by the boy with rockets strapped to his feet. Sol paused for a moment, looking from the gunman that was out cold to the one standing and now yelling, wildly firing at him all the while. 

[color=8dc73f]"Calm dow-"[/color] Sol paused, grabbing and rubbing his jaw, a hole that led straight through the bottom of his jaw, through the back of his left cheek stumbling him. He dropped down, snatched the gun from the knocked out man, and shot quick, the other man dropping to the ground, letting out a cry of pain. [color=8dc73f]"Yeah, fuckin' hurts donnit?"[/color] Sol shrugged, shooting the man a second time in the left knee. [color=8dc73f]"Well, hope you two piles of shit have a goodun, don't hesitate to call if you need someone to stitch you back together."[/color] Sol delivered a final kick to the man's chest before gathering the guns and tossing them over the cashier's counter. [color=8dc73f]"Toodles, boys."[/color]

The stream of Sol's escapades cut as he stepped out of the store and back on to the street, the little red light on the device shutting off. [color=c4df9b]"How'd I do Archie?"[/color] Sol almost giggled, fights always getting him into one helluva good mood. [color=ed1c24]"You made yourself look like an ass,"[/color] Archangel groaned. [color=8dc73f]"But we're getting crazy views aren't we? Thank me later, booboo...."[/color] Sol paused, tapping into his mic one last time. [color=8dc73f]"Oh, and Archie?"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Yeah, boss?"[/color]

[color=8dc73f]"Mind makin the suit a little less cosmetic? I can heal and all, but getting shot still really fuckin' hurts."[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Couldn't be lower on my to-do list, L."[/color]

[color=8dc73f]"Figured as much."[/color]