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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  Quinjet
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] Superspeed
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As his teammates were reasonable upset with him, Oli's cocoons shuttered, and then cracked open, revealing, for a moment, oliver, and then in the next, just a blur. Running away from the shell that enclosed him, a shocked Oli was going [i]fast[/i], much faster than he ever could have considered running before. He had no idea what was going on, and he was surprised that he could move as fast as as he was right now. The world, slowed around him, as he looked back at the woman he'd initially gone to talk to. Turning back around on the spot, he rocketed back into the Quinjet, before stopping short, and slipping down against the internal wall of the ship. Panting, more from the exhilaration than any kind of exhaustion, he looked at the group that was very cross with him.

Standing up straight, and clearing his throat for a moment, "[color=7d16c7]That was stupid of me, I'm sorry. I should be better than that.[/color]" Opening the [i]Air lock[/i] was beyond stupid of him, and looking back he didn't know what he was thinking. These last few weeks had left him sparse on sleep, between that and the generally high levels of stress, he supposed he understood that he could've done something like that, but he was ashamed of it. "[color=7d16c7]I... still have no idea why [i]that[/i] just happened though, if anybody has any theories they want to float.[/color]" This was insane, literally too much for him to quite handle at the moment. Taking a breath, he looked to make sure his team wasn't hurt by his foolishness.