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[b][color=red]Episode VII: Training Days[/color][/b]
July 30th, 2017 | Metro Tower - Metropolis
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     There was a newcomer standing behind Ted Kord. The young man hadn’t said a word for his green eyes were glued to the action taking place beyond the force field wall. Vadim was in awe. His eyes glimmered with fear and excitement as he watched one girl fire laser beams from her eyes. They hadn’t vaporized anything, but it still delighted him to see that there were others with special powers. One guy was getting slammed around like a baby with a rag doll. Vadim’s lips rolled back into his mouth to bar back a hiss of sympathetic pain as he frowned. That looked like it sucked. The man managed to retaliate—and in a tantrum. Demonstrating immeasurable strength, he hefted the undead titan and lobbed him into a purple monster.

     A grin parted Vadim’s lips as he finally spoke: [color=ed1c24][i]Nice.[/i][/color]

     He resembled a baseball player with his red and white collared-shirt and red cap. Light-blue jeans rode down his long legs to a pair of brown work boots; and a black Jansport bag with a single change of clothes and travel-sized toiletries was on his back. Vadim was big for his height, borderline abnormally so. Most just thought the blonde and green-eyed man to be a lifter. His shirt, although a comfortable and breathable fit, did nothing to hide the massive deltoids, biceps, and triceps that shifted like boulders beneath his skin from the slightest movement. Thick, snake-like veins weaved over his arms, and his jutting thighs and calves caused the legs of his pants to slightly mold around them despite being loose.

     Vadim had just arrived to Metro Tower and had spent a good deal wandering the facility, wondering where everyone had vanished off to. Had he missed the orientation? The training room and the heroes battling the robotic goons within was what he had been hoping to see. He had feared The League tossing a new recruit immediately into a mission with little warning. While he had dealt with villains before, rarely were they ever supervillains. He had told The League confidently that he was ready to handle scum of such a caliber, but deep-down, he wasn’t even sure. He wasn’t too familiar with his powers for there was never a proper place where he could just—let go.