[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/rlRwxKN.png[/img][/center] Several weeks had gone by, and over the course of several weekends the young heroes learned the ins and outs of superhero'ing. This last day was essentially registering your superhero name with law enforcement, swearing an oath, yada yada. There wasn't a big ceremony or anything like that. It was more like sitting at the DMV waiting to get your license. Supercop was there, but it was more for show than anything. There were secretaries or rather just regular office workers taking care of the individual heroes. Two of the guys didn't make it, Switchblade and Fire Fist. Switchblade didn't really carry himself well enough, and barely passed the mental exam. That's what was rumored anyway. Fire Fist was just too reckless and couldn't contain his own powers, which he channeled into a large metal gauntlet. Switchblade didn't even bother showing up, however Fire Fist left minutes earlier cussing and acting like a male Karen. He was told to quit playing hero or he'd be locked up for property damage. "Just think, even if you just get a permit, we're all legit now. My Uncle and I have been working on this secret HQ under our apartment complex the last few weeks since we started the academy and everything." Son of Liberty said quietly to his two allies, Spellbound and Interference. Throughout the course of their training, Eileen had been wearing a silly-looking hyottoko mask she had picked up at an Asian food festival due to the fact that recording equipment had been banned from the hero training center, and all of Eileen's equipment, including her mask, were technically recording equipment, and she didn't want to give away her identity to every other trainee. As if aligning with the silliness of the mask, Eileen had carried herself through training with an almost lackadaisical irreverence, thinly veiling her distrust of the very institution of policing, but when it came to exams and assessments, her genius and determination helped her lock in. She demonstrated a fine and nuanced control of her abilities without revealing the full extent of her power, mitigating the worry that she could go out of control. She played with light and sound in clever ways, did better with devices augmenting her, and preferred being in the backline, at least, that was as much as she was willing to reveal to the trainers. She had tried to build rapport with Son of Liberty and Spellbound and they had become closer, practically ready to form a team as soon as they graduated. Son of Liberty had infrastructure and pedigree; even now he was talking about a secret base they could use. Spellbound was young and had access to magic, something Eileen wanted desperately to understand and learn more about. Though she understood the reasoning behind giving Spellbound a provisional license, she also understood his frustrations with it.* "Hey, as long as we're in the same team, I'll make sure no one treats you like a kid," [i]Eileen reassured the magic user, then turned her attention to Son of Liberty,[/i] "A base would be nice. There's only so much I can build in a garage without the right tools. I'd love to understand how your powers work and come up with equipment to augment your strengths while covering over your weaknesses. Together, I think we'll be unstoppable." Eli had been fidgeting with his sleeve, a nervous habit he hadn’t quite grown out of. He looked up at Eileen when she spoke. “Really?” he asked, his eyes went wide. “Thanks. That… actually means a lot. “I mean… I get why they’ve got the rules. I do. It’s just… kind of hard not to feel like a sidekick… But I’m sure this will be great!” He turned to Judah. “A base sounds amazing. Magic is cool, but even I haven’t quite gotten a handle on how half of it works. So if you’re serious about helping me figure all this out… I’m in. I think we’ll make a pretty good team.” The trio as well as four other heroes managed to pass the tests. Fire Fist, on his way out of the building while still cussing at anyone who would listen, was drowned in liquified earth between the parking lot and the entrance by an unknown adversary. Pitbull, a smaller feral hero, went down in the same manner but went down fighting after seeing the other guy sink into the ground. Panic ensued into the rest of the building, and while the heroes were on their way out... Supercop yelled. "The Academy building is under attack from an unknown superhuman! Painkiller and King Bee are already on their way to try and do what they can to save lives. I need the four of you to help me with this tech. It basically shuts down superhuman abilities short term like an EMP does to electronics. I just hope her powers aren't mystic or alien in nature..." Supercop began to say. "What kind of attack are we dealing with, Supercop?" Liberty Son asked readying his weaponized Torch. "She's a reality warper, that's all I know. Now, LISTEN UP!! For this to work I need two of these on the roof and two here on the bottom floor on opposite ends of the building." Supercop exclaimed handing the Son of Liberty and his two friends devices that looked like old boomboxes. The last of the devices was handed to the only other hero from the academy that passed the tests to become a deputy. Stampede was a large man in his early thirties, husky some would say, with enhanced speed and durability. Once he got his momentum up he was nearly unstoppable. He mentioned one weekend he almost chose the name Wrecking Ball but decided against it because of some country singer's daughter having a song by the same name. "People's lives depend on us right now. Are you ready for this, big guy?" Supercop asked the large hero in leathery looking clothing. "Let's ****ing GO!" Stampede yelled running towards the far side of the academy building. [center]Collab with [@Stern Algorithm] & [@Crimson Flame][/center]