[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjcyLmFhMDBlNi5WMlZ5Wld4cFoyaDAuMA,,/itikaf-free.regular.png[/img][/center] Werelight searched for a familiar term to describe the current situation, and found one after a few seconds. Mood whiplash, that was it. Although Slingshot seemed less than appreciative of the helicopter ride, Werelight found that it had had the opposite effect on him. He'd always enjoyed flying, and although he could move himself around with his orb to an extent, he didn't really trust it enough to take it as high as the helicopter went. While the sound of the blades drowned out all noise apart from the chatter over the headphones, Werelight looked out at the city and let the worst of his excitement and anxiety fade as the buildings passed by below. Seeing the city laid out around him like this, even though he knew that he was headed into danger, made him relax for reasons that he couldn't quite put his finger on. [i]Why?[/i] he'd wondered to himself. Was it the knowledge that for the first time, he was going to [i]really[/i] going to be a hero, that he'd be following in his sister's too-empty footsteps? Was it that seeing the city like this--the place that it was his job to defend--gave things a new sense of scale? Something else? All of the above? By the time he disembarked, he hadn't made up his mind, and most of the adrenaline that he'd felt when he first made his way into the helicopter had faded. He concealed a small grin when Calvinball nearly clotheslined herself on her seatbelt in her hurry to get out. If only that could've been a different Ward. From what he could tell, Calvinball was nice; the same couldn't be said about most of his fellows. And then not even a few seconds later, the attack had happened. Werelight's orb practically exploded out of him, coming to an abrupt halt between him and the nearest wires as he scrambled backwards a few steps, but nothing hit it. The attack stopped a few moments later. [i]Now[/i] the adrenaline was back. For a few moments after, Werelight's orb hung in front of him protectively, responding instinctively. It drifted back toward him once it was clear that the danger wasn't immediate. His shield wasn't going to help much, Werelight thought to himself as he looked at it. Not against [i]that.[/i] No, he'd be better off without either it or the harness--they'd get in the way if he wanted to use his secondary power. He'd keep the harness ready, though, in case moving on foot wasn't going to be enough. Werelight's thoughts were interrupted by a newcomer. [quote] "I hope I'm not intruding by barging in like this, but would you mind it terribly if I skipped the line a little bit?"[/quote] A civilian? No, not wearing clothes like that. Not if they were barefoot in the city. Werelight's orb drifted closer to him, not quite touching his hands but getting close enough that he'd be able to brush it casually. He wasn't sure whether this newcomer was going to cause any problems, but if it turned out that they were only putting themselves at risk, he might be able to get them to move with his secondary power. Hopefully things wouldn't come to that. He kept his orb nearby as wires sprang up in Enki's vicinity and his senior teammates rose into the air. Time for negotiations, apparently. But...Werelight couldn't deny that he'd be disappointed if that's how it ended. Again, that paradoxical desire for things to get worse so he'd have a chance to make them better. "Oh...that's not good," he heard Calvinball mutter next to him. Turning his head, Werelight saw that she was holding a small projectile between her hands. "What is it?" he asked, bringing himself out of his thoughts. "And do you know who that new guy is?" he added more quietly.