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[color=39b54a]Intermission: A Day Between Days[/color]
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Another busy day at the police station. Ever since Superman disappeared the lower ends of society started poking their heads up, getting too bold for their own good, just not good enough to outdo the police. But every now and then, the juiced up freaks show up and make trouble.

Detective Williams, a middle-aged officer, took a deep sip of his lukewarm coffee, continuing to tap away at keys on his keyboard. Other officers around him were complaining about this or that, and there was always something to talk about when it came to those metas, whether they thought they were doing good or not.

Which led to his current objective, finding out more about this new Green Lantern. He never called himself that, but his outfit was exactly the same as the first one, except the first one never seemed to have some sort of apprentice, and if he was family then he'd have to unmask the first Lantern. A job he considered a little out of his pay-grade.

"Property damage out the butt..."

Williams muttered under his breath as he went over the crime scene reports, things he and other members of his precinct wrote up. In the fight, apparently the rookie hero ended up tearing down some walls, nothing compared to the fire, a lot of room for improvement though. Even ended up getting his rear knocked through a window.

The fire freak ended up getting sent to one of those super labs that used to help Superman, but Green Lantern ended up disappearing, nobody ever saw a green man flying out. So that means he must have changed inside. Looking through the incoming visitors and patients list for the day led him to give a deep sigh. 

'Young, blonde, male'

It didn't look good. But maybe this guy was as well-meaning as he seemed.

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Scott's first sight over the city was just as spectacular as he'd dreamt. It was like an ocean in it's own right, glistening windows, clouds flowing past like sea foam swishing around in the sky. Willing himself to go faster, he whistled up, over, and under highway bridges-narrowly breezing past support structures and cars as he raced through the air. Scott traced multiple spiraling paths into the air as he blew through the city. A grin stretched over his face as he rose higher into the air again, spreading his arms out like wings, joining the birds up on high.

He thought he might keep floating up until the world grew small enough to fit in his palm, except he was much too scared to go that high, for now. Eventually he rose high enough to see the curve of the horizon, the edge of the continent, with clouds sweeping around him. Then the surface gradually began to grow, the once mottled surface resolving into vast fields, farms set on the farthest parts of the country. Cities became visible again, roads linking behind buildings, sights and storefronts raced past his vision in bright neon blurs.

Practicing flying had been a bit troublesome at first, if men were supposed to fly they'd have wings right? Scott had trouble rising, hovering, moving-he'd even tried flapping his wings, much to his embarrassment. After having flown through the sky for what felt like hours, he felt that it was obviously worth it, even if he had fallen on his butt dozens of times. Mr. Starheart mentioned having previous partners, and Scott wondered if any of them felt like this.