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Waiting up in the ductworks gave D more time to think than he thought it would. He was on his back, fingers locked together, legs folded, one foot kicking to an unknown rhythm.

The question he’d asked himself a while ago, and the one other folks would be asking soon enough - why’d he come up here? Five months working on an up-and-coming career as a professional vigilante, vagabond, vagrant, vandal, other words starting with v… and he suddenly puts it all on hold to sneak onboard a shuttle headed to the most sophisticated space station in the history of manmade manufacture. 

Really, why?

Because the Promise is a time bomb just waiting to go off. Lots of people down planetside had that gut feeling - it hangs up in the sky over Earth, sometimes beautifully and sometimes menacingly. You think about what kind of parahumans get brought up here - the ones who can blow up whole cities just by flexing their pinkies, the ones who can rip a person’s conscious self apart and replace it with their own proxy intelligence, or even the ones who can rend space and time apart. Who [i]doesn’t[/i] feel an overwhelming sense of dread come over them while thinking about what kind of horrible things are up here?

Well, not Freaky-D. Dread is unbecoming of one such as him. He wanted to come up here because - fuck it, why not? [i]His[/i] gut feeling told him that if the Promise was coming around to getting crazy one way or another, then he wanted to see it firsthand! Be the first in line to watch the explosion! He’d tangoed with parahumans before - none of them were quite so powerful, but there were a few you wouldn’t laugh off, certainly. They have special teams down planetside fit to deal with them, with nullifiers and whatnot, but sometimes D wrapped things up before they even got there.

The joy! Being that guy, that [i]Cadillac[/i] among men, the one with no powers of their own, overcoming a wall a mile high, made of thousands of bricks that [i]all[/i] want to skin your ass raw! There was something [i]beautifully simplistic[/i] in it that was hard for D to describe - not that he would, mind you.

Of course, not [i]all[/i] parahumans automatically deserved an ass-whoopin’. Some were even fans of his! And who would he be, to turn away a friendly face just because they were better, faster, stronger, [i]whatever[/i], than him?

Really - who would be such a person?

Not him.

[i]Certainly[/i] not him.

He turned his head again to look at the surroundings - still no sign of orientation getting started. Oh well. He didn’t want to introduce himself before the staff got their own kicks in - that’d just be plain rude.

So he waited still.