Christopher Arthur III
"Good thing I've got nine more." Vigilante responded to Chris’ remark about what happened to him during D-Day.
"End of the world comes I'll face it in a wheelchair if I have to..." “Well, I guess you’re one of those ‘If you die, walk it off’ kind of people. Good to know. “I-I’m White Witch,” the woman dressed like a witch said next, extending out her arm to shake Chris’s hand. “Believe me, I know the feeling of wanting familiar face . . .”
“Well, I guess I’m going to have to add that name to list of aliases to remember. I’m not the best with names, so just bear with me.” Chris greeted the young magic user, reciprocating her hand shake. After this, Chris noticed that the young woman became even more nervous and skittish. He soon realized that it was caused by Icon’s arrival. Who would not be a little excited to see the most well-known superhero in Lost Haven?
“Sorry I’m late, there were some…distractions while I was looking for the device. But I did run into someone who might be able to help, I’m sure you know of Lady Liberty.” Icon apologized for what he thought was being tardy.
“Late?” Chris chuckled at what Icon said,
“You’re one of the fastest beings on Earth! I cannot fathom how ‘late’ could even be in your dictionary! Anyway we haven’t started yet, so no need to worry about it, unless your definition of being late is not being fifteen minutes early.” He then turned his attention to the woman who entered along with Icon, Lady Liberty. A hero from the Second World War, her appearance immediately made her recognizable.
“My eyes see you, but I still don’t believe it. What did you do, find the Fountain of Youth? There is no way you are over ninety years old! But there a time and place for that and that is not now. I assume you’re here to put that experience to good use. Well, we need all the help we can get.” Looking around the now somewhat crowded room, Chris a quick mental check of everyone in the room, along with double checking with his list of aliases just to make sure everyone was present. Once he confirmed that everyone was present, Chris immediately alerted Archangel via text-message that everyone had been assembled at the Sherman Center and that they were about ready to start. He was going to actually call her, but he decided against it not because the room was loud, which it wasn’t, but because he basically would have been the only one talking in the room. It seems like they were not the most social bunch of people.
“Well, I guess everyone is here now, so we might as well get started, since we’re racing against a clock now.” Chris announced to everyone. Before he continued, he asked his sister, Veronica, if she wouldn’t mind giving everyone some privacy, since they were about to discuss some sensitive information.
“Fine.” Veronica said as she began to slither off the couch and towards the exit that was opposite from where everyone else had gathered. “I guess now I can watch my show about best snek since I won’t be embarrassing you in front of the entire superhero community.” When she said that comment, she gave Chris a sly smile and then turned to continue leaving. When she was going through the door, she held it open until the entire length of her serpentine body had pass through the doorway, since nothing is worse than a door slamming shut on your leg, or rather tail in Veronica’s case.
Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head at his sister’s comments. Putting it behind him, he turned back to the crowd of heroes, or what seemed like one. Clearing his voice, Chris began to speak again.
“Alright, so my friend will momentarily join us wirelessly. Therefore, once she’s comes on ones of these screens here, War-Pulse here can start telling us about what we’re up against.“
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