James and boost sat opposite one another in the Loeb boathouse in a booth of their own, each cradling a glass of water without saying a word, Boost seemed to be humming some soothing melody for himself as he gently swayed along to its rhythm, both wore shades to hide their tired bloodshot eyes. Boosts humming grew louder, and he started to stamp his feet a little as a server popped into view, picking up in enthusiasm as he drew closer, the enthusiasm waned however as the server walked by them to another table. Swiftly he returned to his gentle sounds and movement, picking up with gusto moments later when another server came from the kitchen, bearing two bacon burgers dripping with grease. At this point Boost was in full swing stomping his feet and vocalizing loud and clear a steady rhythm of "Dahdum Dahdum Dahdum..."
James grinned over his glass, taking a quick sip before joining in with his own voice but keeping the movements to a minimum as movements strained his headache, they picked up in speed as the server closed in, placing the meals at their table, they stared her down with eyebrows held high to give a look of wildness.

"Enjoy your meal." Was the quiet and rushed reply from the server, a mixed look of annoyance, confusion and a little bit of amusement painted across her face. She fled quickly with the tray, glancing back briefly only to see the two had now turned to one another chanting ever louder as they locked eyes, each picking up a burger between their hands with a fervent movement, before tearing into them violently with their teeth. Like starved dogs they took their first bites, James dropping the burger to his plate and throwing his arms out to rest atop of his seat behind him, letting his head roll back with them as he savored his first taste, humming with satisfaction. Boost however didn't settle on his first bite, instead opting to go in for another one, and then another one, until his glasses were thrown from his head, his mouth was packed and a stray piece of onion hung from its corner. James swallowed his tasty morsel and rolled his head back down toward his friend, barking a laugh at his mad look, both of them chuckled as James shook his head at the scene.

"I doubt anyone who remembers this tradition works here anymore." James said with a grin.

"Uh knoh, uh knoh." Mumbled Boost through a mouthful of food, doing his best to get it down as he held up a hand to keep James from talking so he could continue. "But traditions must be upheld!" He replied with a finger pointed to the ceiling, finally managing his mouthful.

It was at this moment that all hell broke loose, a snapper  had emerged from its usual residence underground, harassing civilians outside. A lot of people broke into a panic, epic and non-epic alike, new bloods rushed for the opportunity to prove themselves, civilians rushed for the nearest cover, Boost shot James a questioning look, to which James shook his head in reply.

"Let the new blood handle it. Just a snapper that's harmless unless some dingus aggravates it." James added with a shrug returning to his burger. His words came to bite him in the ass, as the snapper cut someone clean in half, getting pissed off at something. [i]Good job mate, couldn't just do your job and evacuate. Wow, that was a bit heartless.[/i] James chewed on his last bite and stood with a guilty sigh, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Boost. Hit me." He stated simply, tossing the black tee on a seat behind him. His friend turned away from the sick display that had somewhat engrossed him, taking a moment to register what was asked, with a grin Boost shot to his feet rubbing his hands together. He began to rub them with increasing speed til a soft orange glow enveloped them, taking a moment to admire his work, Boost promptly set his hands upon Stark, his forearms jolting slightly as the light transferred from them and sunk into the flesh of his friend.

James pupils grew large, and he inhaled the fresh air like he had been deprived of it all his life, he felt good, he felt strong, he felt alive. Rolling his shoulders he walked out into the scene, surveying the situation, Dragon did battle with Blacklight, Stark grimaced at the thought, past experiences had taught him better about trying to get involved with those two. Instead he turned his gaze to the Snapper, the beast spewed forth a deadly deluge of flaming fun in every direction, a major threat to the civilians still fleeing the scene.[i] Someone needs to goomba stomp that fucking thing.[/i] 

"Good job kid!" He shouted to the one now struggling to hold the snapper aloft, commending his efforts thus far. "Now try to get that beasts mouth shut if you can!" He added as some parting advice as he moved on toward some trapped civilians, all cowering behind a car as fire rained down around them. He broke into a sprint, sidestepping what flames he could, biting into his cheek when tongues of flame leaped up to graze his naked sides. He slid behind the cover of the car, cramming up behind it with those he was going to save.

"With me!" He barked authoritatively, steadily flipping the car onto its side with both hands, he gave them a quick glance to make sure they were on the same wavelength, the few nervous nods were enough assurance for him. Getting a grip on the undercarriage of the vehicle, Stark began to lift, using the body of the car as a shield as he slowly walked the group to a safe location. Peering over the rim of his makeshift shield, Stark caught sight of another Epic attempting to aid Alto, giving a small shake of his head at her suggestion, yet grinning at the idea of it.

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