[centre][h1][color=a2d39c]Wizard[/color][/h1][/centre]
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[color=a2d39c]"A briefing that is actually brief. Hah! I've never been a fan of big hero*, but you're winning me over, man."[/color] The old man gave a bow and was quickly out the door unto the pursuit of justice.

Wizard's grand enclave, his Sanctum Sanctorum, was a beat-up Volkswagen bus sticking out like an entirely unimpressive sore thumb in the headquarter's parking lot. It did have a new paint job, and someone seemed to have attempted to get the dents out. But the wear and tear of yesteryear had hardly ever faded. Someone, in the kindest of outlooks, would say it had soul. A sane person would question whether it's road legal. Wizard was a reputable hero, surely he wouldn't ask the others to join him in an impending road side disaster, right? The display made that answer questionable.

Upon stepping into the back, Wizard's skeleton separated from his body. This didn't have nearly the grotesque display one might expect comes with such a process. It was more akin to a prop skeleton from Spirit Halloween emerging from his back, and the floppy Wizard draping himself over a bean bag by his bed. [color=a2d39c]"It's quick of the dead around here. Get on the wheel, bonehead, and I'll try to whip up something to get past the Brooklyn-Queen's,"[/color] he ordered while his head lulled limply about the comfortably large cushion.

'Bonehead' followed orders wordlessly as he stepped to the front and into the drivers seat. The skeleton made a point of putting on round-rimmed sunglasses, as if he had eyes to protect, then took five tries at the ignition before the ancient vehicle kicked up.

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The floppy Wizard flung his head around to regard the back of the van. [color=a2d39c]"Welcome to the van that fights for peace. Just make yourself comfortable, we will be off in a moment or two."[/color]
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[i]*For wizard, this is said in the exact same breath as 'big pharma' or 'big tech'[/i]