Between deliveries and waiting on tables at his grandparents' restaurant along with working on his new suit Xander had just finished repairing the wall that he had been thrown through a couple of days ago.  Regardless he made sure to get a quick shower in this morning before beginning to make his way over to the memorial of the gas attack that he had survived. [i]'Odd that the same incident that gave me super powers killed thousands, including my old math professor'[/i] the martial artist thought to himself with a soft sigh as he jogged over to the event. Even though he knew it would most likely be televised the six foot two teen would have to be there in person since he did not own a television. 

As soon he arrived the young Asian man stopped to look around, trying to see if there was a crowd already. With that he slowly made his way as close to the stage as physically possible.