FunnyGuy

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Omega a.k.a Michael Watts

Omega's face had gone from sympathetic to confused in moments. Jessica's talk about being experimented on was one he had been ready for with what he deduced, but he did not imagine it being that serious.

"Alien huh?" He chimed in between her explanation of her mysterious conception. When she explained what type of equipment she carried, hetc floated back a bit as she spouted out about rolling papers and condoms. He smirked ready to laugh before she pointed at her hair band. "Seriously? That's gotta be great for satellite radio." He said before her light show began. He raised an eyebrow before seeing the beauty in it. "So what are you doing? Showing off your suit some more to the mere peasant in your presence?" Omega then landed on his feet and telekinetically pulled Jessica behind him as he walked like boy with a helium filled balloon. "Let's start heading back. I don't care if you're alien, everyone needs to get some good sleep." He said before flying up, but at a slow pace to keep the conversation going if she wanted.
@RumikoOhara

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Omega a.k.a Michael Watts

"Hmm... Nice! Besides being tracked every waking moment, it's pretty amazing." Omega should have been tired, but Jessica was making this conversation somewhat stimulating. Perhaps it was all of the acronyms and big words, or maybe he really wanted a suit like hers.

Problem was that, he probably was of no interest to the squints she mentioned. They're watching her all the time like observing an experiment... Besides the superpowers, there's something more to her.

"You think your guys... I mean, Squints could design something for me? I'm not looking for all the knickknacks. If they could just give me a much more versatile ballistic weave in black, I'd be more than satisfied." Omega said with an excitement he did not know he was displaying. Sure, Jessica was an odd one, but he did not mind her company. A part of him actually hoped she was somewhat enjoying herself.
@RumikoOhara

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Omega a.k.a Michael Watts

Omega listened making a nod here and there at Jessica before chiming in.

"At least you have a good reason not to fit in, and you did at least try... Me, I don't think I really like people. I can tolerate them, but I've never been the type to be committed to a team." Omega looked at Jessica for a moment before floating up and crossed his legs. "This is actually pretty comfortable." Omega smiled and looked Jessica up and down. "Speaking of comfort... how's that suit. You seem to be one of the only few team members who's not walking around in something their grandmother knitted them for Halloween." He joked.

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Omega a.k.a Michael Watts

It was not long until Jessica appeared as Drifter by Omega's side. By the time he could try to respond on comms she was already in his face. He made an uneasy smile as he was caught just about to respond.

"I had feeling you'd follow me out here." Omega said with a small smirk. He pointed at the building up ahead that had been hit in yesterday's battle, but was still standing. "Inertia, this is Omega. He's inside an empty building with a woman. Before they went it, they seemed to be just walking around. I'd say, let the bird be free tonight. Get him tomorrow.... but it's your call leader. Over." He looked back to Jessica after his message on comms. "That's pretty much the deal. You're missing the party already aren't you?" Omega said with a chuckle as he made conversation.

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Omega a.k.a Michael Watts

"He seems safe." Omega said as he sat on the hood of the skeleton of what used to be a Chevy Camaro. The place looked pretty trashed, but it was quiet and let him think as he scanned the battlefield that once was. He had watched Kain cover up, but had no intention on bothering him.

In Omega's line of work, he'd learn that everyone had different ways of coping. And sure he, Kain, and everyone else weren't attached to the people that passed, but watching them go when you could have prevented it has its effects. He wanted to go alone, not just for his team, but for himself. Years of murder, theft, and war seemed to make him cold, but he was still human. His powers made him seem godlike to most of the human populace, but even he could not have fixed or prevented this.

"HQ this is Omega. Break. Located Kain, 30 meters from my position. Break. I'm going to remain on standby. Over." Omega said through comms with radio etiquette he had learned in his past career.

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Omega a.k.a Michael Watts

Omega found the pool party to be pretty decent, but he just couldn't get used to the song that was currently playing.

"I guess he's playing this song to cater your generation." Omega joked, knowing how old Wicked was. He watched as everyone enjoyed themselves before Tia came up with bad news. I knew this was too good to be true...

Omega looked at the rest of the team and thought about what to do before standing up.

"Inertia!" Omega called as he floated over and across the pool and landed in front of her with his arms crossed. He looked down on her seriously before a smirk appeared on his face. "Kain used his car to leave right? Means it won't be that hard to find him... He's not trying to really hide. I'll go. Let the team relax." He said as he gave her counsel. It was as if he was telling her that he'd do her job for her. He looked at everyone else with a smile. "Party on!" He yelled before walking away from the scene. He gave a wink to Wicked as he departed to his room to change.

After a minute, Michael ran outside in full gear and used his telekinesis to lift himself into the sky. Now where would a cripple superhero drive off to... That's if he's driving... He's headed to somewhere that he can't do much at. He left so it's something he wants to witness in person. Something to see or feel... possibly taste. Seeing that he probably drinks from a tube and is casted from head to toe, he probably wants to see something.... the site of the first explosion. Omega deduced as he flew. Omega found himself to be pretty decent at finding things through deduction rather than with tracking, even though the latter is a lot more efficient. He used this skill from his previous work as a mercenary.

"Now I just have to find his one of a kind car." Omega laughed at how easy this would be... And she wanted to send the whole team? Ha!

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So what happens to Grant?

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James Rick Rolled the whole RP lmao

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Omega a.k.a Michael Watts

Michael laid on his back in bed with his hands meeting behind his head comfortably. He just watched as Wicked dressed herself. He'd honestly admit that he was going to miss her without those clothes.

When she mentioned the injured, Michael couldn't help but slightly wince. He was still bothered with how things went down in the city, so much that he barely noticed the commotion. Perhaps it was because someone kept his mind off of pretty much everything for the last hour.

"A pool party?" Michael was both surprised and impressed. He didn't think something like that would be allowed. Maybe superheroes aren't as lame as I thought... "I think we all need a party... Oh and I finally have someone to drink with!" He chuckled as he got out of bed and used his telekinesis to makensure a pair of floral patterned swim trunks fly into his grasp. "What are you gonna wear?" He said as he slipped his trunks on and began tying the draw string.

@Wick

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Michael Watts a.k.a Omega

Michael hadn't been this turned on like this in quite some time. He and Wicked seemed like they could go on and on playing this game of tag forever. Someone had to make the leap, and they both seemed to refuse to go first. Michael's smile never faded as he stood up to look the woman in the eyes once more. There was some distance, but it would soon become nonexistent.

"Sorry Wicked, but I'm not gonna ask." Michael said as he took a step back while shaking his head. It seemed his pride was worth much more than she was. Then with a chuckle Wicked's body slowly slide forward toward Michael as if he had some sort 9f gravitational pull on her. "I'll just show you." He said as the gap closed between the two. As their bodies touched against one another, so did their lips as Michael kissed the woman passionately.