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[color=f7976a][b]Date/Time:[/b][/color] November 11,2022
[color=f7976a][b]Location:[/b][/color] Redline, Maine; en route to the Museum of Parahuman History

[i][color=f7976a]"I will defeat you with the power of friendship. Oh, and these stars! Hah! At your [u]face![/u]"[/color][/i]
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Alman simply watched their merry little party of crazy teens, endowed with frankly horrifying powers and less than stellar backgrounds. From what he heard from gossip during the introductions, some were straight up orphans, others were kicked out of their houses, and a couple were abused in ways more than one. Oh, and there are a few of those with stable homes. Including himself, he supposed, as he checked his phone and saw the latest series of messages from his parents. They kept asking him if he had already eaten, if he was well, if his companions were absolutely insane.

[color=f7976a]"Oh, I'm sure it will be fine,"[/color] Alman said to no one in particular as he resisted the urge to conjure a star for the laughs. He really itched to see if he was well-practiced with his powers, but that was apparently going to happen once they got down to the ground.

Alman found the whole situation odd. What would any of the groups of... evil parahumans gain from attacking a museum of all places? What are they gonna do? Steal a retired hero's costume and then parade it around like a dog on crack? Take the outside underwear and then use it for themselves? 

Maybe they needed money for their nefarious schemes, and wished to auction off some stale and unused spandex?

[quote]"Anyway, any of you played Dungeons and Dragons? Or, I guess, any RPG game with class roles in it?"[/quote]

So, one of them, Wattson apparently, had begun to strike a conversation. Perfect, Alman thought, as he formulated an answer.

[color=f7976a]"I don't know if it fits. But I play... Eh... League of Legends,"[/color] Alman said, shuddering with how the others might react to that information. One of their group, belonging to one of the most toxic gaming communities out there? What if they thought he fit the bill of 'a typical League player?'

Another, named Bastion, asked what they could do. She makes forcefields... huh, neat.

[color=f7976a]"I... blow up stuff. And melt stuff down,"[/color] Alman continued, creating a sphere of crimson light. [color=f7976a]"I make these little spheres of plasma, which [i]I guess[/i] you can call miniature stars. Anyways, you lot can just call me Alman. 'Astromancer' might be a mouthful to say after all."[/color]