[color=6ecff6][center][h2][b][u]Kotov Yurievich - Blitzkrieg[/u][/b][/h2][/center][/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Hm."[/color], Kotov paused as the girl ran towards her mother, saying something about she wants to be a superhero like them... and her dad. So that kid was the son of a hero as well, just like his good self. Where was the father, he wondered? Maybe that is a question that he should ask his own father once they have their yearly family reunion later this week. His cousins and uncles and aunts would be there too, flying all the way from Russia just to see their immigrated relatives in the States again. 

He then frowned a little bit as Myrtle said that she needed to run off now, before people started to ask them questions. By the looks of it, she was new to the whole thing, what with her apparent age judging from her appearance and vocabulary. [color=6ecff6]"Oh, man. Not so fast."[/color]

Kotov flashed out a card, showing the characteristic lightning symbol of the now retired Protectorate hero known as Shockwire. [color=6ecff6]"Recognize this? This is my dad's symbol. Shockwire. Something tells me that you haven't been in the whole power business for very long."[/color]

A pause. [color=6ecff6]"I still have two hours before my actual work starts, so if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you. I believe that I can... hmmm... help you. And... oh. How rude of me. I'm Kotov Yurievich. My best friend calls me Blitzkrieg whenever I use my abilities, but the whole hero and villain business is not something I particularly like to get into. You, however... appear to need some help with the heroics, and that's something I'm willing to use my time for.."[/color]

[@LostButterfly92]