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Two fingers and a thumb were pointed out, wrist flicked, and Shawn nodded at Olinda. He had done some research into finding out just what she had been calling him all this time, and it turned out that it wasn't nearly as bad as he had thought. 'Boss' was all she had called him. He was sure it was some sort of sarcastic insult, but he supposed that she could still be calling him the boss in some sort of sarcastic manner.
His eyes wandered back to Heidi. They still had a few minutes still class officially started. Kurt would just pop in whenever he saw fit. But looking at Heidi, he had remembered some things. Her birthday was coming up in a few months, he was pretty much set for that. He also needed to take those chocolates out of his closet. It was way too late for any explanation for them, and he was almost completely sure they weren't even good anymore.
Chrys and Rosemary were the other two still left on this team. Bookers wonderteam quickly fell apart during the first mission, and the second one put another rift between people. Rosemary kept herself as far away from everyone as possbile, especially Emma before she left. And Chrys was more or less doing his own thing now, it was really hard to put him in a spot and keep him there.
"Training after school?" He looked between his two teammates. "I'll look for Rosemary, and- Wait." He shook his head in realization. "You know what? No training today. Lets get the team together, Rosemary too, and lets head out. We've trained a whole lot since the beginning of the year, I think we deserve a little R&R."
His eyes wandered back to Heidi. They still had a few minutes still class officially started. Kurt would just pop in whenever he saw fit. But looking at Heidi, he had remembered some things. Her birthday was coming up in a few months, he was pretty much set for that. He also needed to take those chocolates out of his closet. It was way too late for any explanation for them, and he was almost completely sure they weren't even good anymore.
Chrys and Rosemary were the other two still left on this team. Bookers wonderteam quickly fell apart during the first mission, and the second one put another rift between people. Rosemary kept herself as far away from everyone as possbile, especially Emma before she left. And Chrys was more or less doing his own thing now, it was really hard to put him in a spot and keep him there.
"Training after school?" He looked between his two teammates. "I'll look for Rosemary, and- Wait." He shook his head in realization. "You know what? No training today. Lets get the team together, Rosemary too, and lets head out. We've trained a whole lot since the beginning of the year, I think we deserve a little R&R."
5:45 PM, April 2nd; 2020
Jefferson Heights, Mackenzie Rd, Hub City
It wasn't his debut as a fighter of crime, but Preston believed that his debut in the news was just as good. He had been fighting here and there before the rise of Metahumans, left for a while as they boomed, and now came back to a world where people needed someone with his kind of power, authority, and set of morals.
But he wasn't Preston now, he was the Emerald Knight, the Green Lantern to this sector of known space, and he had to act like it.
Preston flew down from the smokey building in a hurry. Everyone had been evacuated from the crumbling tower of concrete, and the villain who was responsible for trying to kill all of the people inside was apprehended. Now all was left was to take care of collateral damage. He spun around and faced the building. With his right fist pointed forward, he concentrated hard to create a construct. Using the power of hard light, Preston created a large tube, much taller than the building it was being built around, and left more than enough space for the building to fall apart safely with no worries of debris flying out and hurting bystanders.
It was more work than he expected to hold the massive construct together to keep the building debris from spreading out. He almost didn't make it. The rubble fell down and out, pushing aganst the green walls. Preston used all of the will he could muster to keep it together, and once the remnants of the building seemed to be completely motionless, he let go of the construct and curled forward. His breath was deep and heavy. He needed to go back to OA some time and train some more to work on weight and keeping larger constructs together. For now, he needed to show the people of Hub City that the Emerald Knight was a force for good.
Another breath was forced out as he stretched back upright, looking around at the crowds that had been forming slowly after the rubble had stopped and the dust had settled. His shoulders were brought out as far as he could move them, his chest puffed out just a little. Surely his skintight bodysuit made of energy made everyone see his true proportions, but maybe he could alter his costume to make himself a little bigger? There was no time for that.
He looked around for a news truck. Surely a falling building and a villain attacking was more than enough to warrant someone from some news crew to step in and report on what was going on. Hopefully his little tip to channel 52 before things started was enough to get some people in on all of this super action.
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10:48 PM, April 2nd; 2020
43rd Jefferson Condos, Hub City
"So," Cassandra Mckenzie crossed one leg over the other, a practiced smile on her face. "You were the one responsible for stopping the Russian terrorist earlier today, is that correct?"
"Yes," Preston nodded, his face hidden by a green mask. "Though his origins don't really matter to me. He came out here today to hurt people, and I put a stop to him and did what I could to keep things from getting worse." He was doing his best to sound confident, but internally, he was so excited to be on the news.
Though her flawlessly sculpted crimson nails tapped against the screen of her phone, her azure eyes never once left the man garbed in green. "Were you also the 'anonymous caller' that tipped off Channel 52 just beforehand?"
Preston chuckled, his head swaying from one side to the other. "I can't say. However, I'm glad that you're here to report on all this. People need to know what's going on, and you're doing a job just as good as mine by giving them that info." He tried hard to warm up to her and the people possibly watching. He needed to make sure that he was on good terms with the law here on earth, even if being a vigilante like himself was illegal.
"I see," she chuckled, choosing to drop the matter of his identity for the time being. "And what name shall we affix to you? Do you have something you would prefer to be called, like our resident Wizardess does?"
"Wizardess?" He asked in an amused tone. In truth, he had no idea who this woman was talking about, but he had to play it like knew who she was. "I'm a servant among the stars, miss, I wander where I'm needed. If there was a name for me, I suppose you could call me the Emerald Knight." He was careful in his tone. He wasn't sure if she or the people watching would believe if he said he was from the stars, so he continued the same haughty and jovial tone to suggest that it was just a part of his gimmick.
He couldn't have the world go into a craze about the definate existance of extraterrestrial life, not just yet. He needed to prove to the world that he and others could save them all in a pinch, and that they really were ready to leave this little planet and see other ones. That was a long time from now, though.
Cassandra smirked when he revealed his chosen moniker, tapping the name down into her Galaxy S11. She then paused, seeming to consider his words for a moment. "A servant among the stars? Do you mean to say you've come from outer space? Are you an alien, then? And if so, then why have you come to Earth?"
He smirked just the right amount, he hoped. He had spent so much time practicing all of this that he really did hope he came off as calming and charming as he wanted to be. "I'm definately human. I'm here on Earth because this is where I'm supposed to be, and I'll show up when and where I'm needed."
"So you're a servant, and the Earth is where you're supposed to be, meaning that you have a boss. Very interesting," Cassandra replied, entering the information down into her phone. "And what is it that you aim to accomplish here? What is your ultimate goal and intention towards America? Towards the Earth?"
"Peace, of course. I work for peace and safety." He nodded. His unseen eyes shifted over to the woman's phone, hoping to take a peek at whatever she was typing. "I want to make a world where I'm not needed, and with my powers of creation, I firmly believe that it can happen." He looked around the penthouse he was in. Nice, classy. The Interview was nice, but he needed to keep himself interested in the conversation and the area around him.
Cassandra's phone was held at a horizontal angle, the screen entirely facing her. "I see. It is an undeniable truth that in the past four months the world has become a far more dangerous place."
"People possessing otherwordly, even outright impossible abilities have appeared, causing fear and panic among government officials and civilians alike. While some seem intend on using their 'powers' for good, their mere presence has forever changed how we look at the world we live in," she explained leaning slightly back in her patio chair. Reaching down to pad out a wrinkle in her dress, she quickly resumed the interview.
"That being said, is there a message you would like to send to these people? To the governments of the world, to the men and women on the street who might look upon you in fear?"
"You're not alone." His smile almost issued a challenge to the reporter before him. "The men, women and children next to you share your worries about the current state of the world, and that's okay. It's okay to be worried. Being strong means being strong together, trusting in one another and having the will to push to a better future. I want that future too, and you don't need super powers to make that happen."
He had been working on that quote for at least a month. After so many short quotes and monolouges of medium lengths, Preson finally decided on that one. She made it seem like that was it, asking if he had any words directly to any viewers at home, or readers of articles. He sat back and rested in silence, wondering what she was going to say to him next.
Cassandra smiled at this, a smile that almost said she had heard something similar before. "Very well then. In that case, how about you tell us a little bit about what you can do? What your powers are, things of that nature. I'm certain, after all, that people will be quicker to trust someone they can understand."
"Gladly." He smiled and shifted in his seat, bringing his left hand forward. He presented his ring on his closed hand to her, allowing her to get a great look at the piece of magical jewelery. "I harness willpower and use it to create objects out of solid light. Using will, I can also fly and travel into the unknown. A side effect of my powers is being incredibly strong, even I'm not using constructs to lift things." After a brief pause, he used his ring to create a one-to-one scale statue of the reporter who had invited him in, and rotated the statue around for her to see every side of it.
"I can create anything I can imagine, Miss. Anything at all." He wasn't going to mention his weakness to yellow, or the fact that he was useless without the ring. He wanted to make it seem like he had the power within himself, and the ring was simply a conduit for his internal energies. Even if he was trying to talk himself up, he needed to make sure no other villains could find this interview and learn everything about him.
Cassandra's eyes widened slightly when a statue of herself appeared in the middle of the penthouse roof. She observed it for a long moment as it rotated, unable to completely mask how impressed she was by the display. Finally easing back in her chair, she smiled. "Well, at least you have good taste."
"How did you gain these abilities?" She quickly continued the interview. "And is there a limit to them? How strong are you? How fast?"
"I can't exactly tell you how I got these abilities." He cracked a smile and let out a chuckle. "I don't want people seeing this and doing the incredibly dangerous things I did to get this power. As for how strong I am? About... five? Ten? Ten times stronger than a human? And Fast." He began to relax a little, and laughed a little as he tried to think of a way to explain the true limits of his speed. "You couldn't wrap your head around my speed when I'm on a beeline, sorry."
Closing her eyes, Cassandra chuckled, accepting that she wasn't going to get a clear answer from him. "Then how about your costume? Did you design it yourself, or was it given to you by someone? It's most certainly...distinct. And you wear a mask, too. I can only assume you have a civilian life outside of your work as a 'hero'."
"You also seem to be in your mid-twenties. College educated, perhaps?"
"I designed my suit." He clarified with a nod. "Well, not consciously, I suppose. I didn't talk to a tailor and tell them exactly what I wanted, it just came together and felt right."
He nodded once more as she continued to probe him, not focusing on his appearance and what could be derived from that. "Of course. I was a bit of a fan of space when I was younger, so I worked to make a careeer of that. With powers like this, I can get closer to our star than we ever thought possible." He was trying to give off simple answers, but he couldn't help but remember the time of his youth when he spent hours looking at the stars, inspiring his path and bringing him to where he was now.
Like every time before, the information he provided her quickly found its way to her phone "And, for those who will inevitably be curious...what is your height, weight, measurements? Just how much did your subconscious decide to squeeze into those delightfully tight pants?"
She leaned forward in her seat, a broad smirk now etched across her slender face.
The sweet smile he gave her was so obviously fake, but he meant no harm in it. He was, on some level, expecting a question like that.
"I'd say I'm about..." The statue of the reporter faded away as he brought his hand to his face, his finger tapping on his chin while he sat there in thought, mulling over facts he knew well. "About five feet, five inches, a hundred and twenty-some pounds. I wear thirty-thirty two pants, small or medium in most shirts, and I wear a size nine sneaker. I wasn't aware that your viewers were interested in making me a new suit. I'd ask for some adjustments on the pants, just a tad larger if possible."
Cassandra released a hearty chuckle at his last comment, all the while continuing to enter his response. Standing from her table, she rested a finger on the screen of her phone. "Oh, the public is always interested in getting to know their would-be heroes on a more...intimate level. But I digress. Do you have any closing statements for the public? Any words you would like to leave them with?"
"I've already given out my award-winning quote, but yes." He couldn't help but let out a small laugh at her reply. Of course people would want to know what his practices and preferences were, superheroes were the new celeberties. "The world is teeming with powered people, but you don't need powers to be a hero. Just go out there and do the right thing. If I'm not there, then the hero in you will be."
That should be it, Preston told himself. She asked for his closing statements, which meant the interview was now over. He closed the interview with a statement. Done. It. Over. With a sigh, he got comfortable in his seat once more. He waited a moment before looking over to the reporter who had been asking him all these questions about himself.
"I was worried for a moment that the call wasn't going to go through, I'll admit.But news or no news, lives were saved. Couldn't ask for more." He forced himself out of his seat with only minimal effort. He shot the reporter a small smile. With a small salute and a wave of a hand, he willed his body to be coated in a soft shade of green before he flew up into the air. He needed to go back home to Coast City, back to his friends and his for now secret life as an astronomer.
He had to admit, as much as some of her questions were a little too much for him, he enjoyed the interview. It was definately a conquered step of getting famous enough to unmask himself publicly and not have to worry about a secret identity.
He hoped that nothing too jarring would come of that.
Jefferson Heights, Mackenzie Rd, Hub City
It wasn't his debut as a fighter of crime, but Preston believed that his debut in the news was just as good. He had been fighting here and there before the rise of Metahumans, left for a while as they boomed, and now came back to a world where people needed someone with his kind of power, authority, and set of morals.
But he wasn't Preston now, he was the Emerald Knight, the Green Lantern to this sector of known space, and he had to act like it.
Preston flew down from the smokey building in a hurry. Everyone had been evacuated from the crumbling tower of concrete, and the villain who was responsible for trying to kill all of the people inside was apprehended. Now all was left was to take care of collateral damage. He spun around and faced the building. With his right fist pointed forward, he concentrated hard to create a construct. Using the power of hard light, Preston created a large tube, much taller than the building it was being built around, and left more than enough space for the building to fall apart safely with no worries of debris flying out and hurting bystanders.
It was more work than he expected to hold the massive construct together to keep the building debris from spreading out. He almost didn't make it. The rubble fell down and out, pushing aganst the green walls. Preston used all of the will he could muster to keep it together, and once the remnants of the building seemed to be completely motionless, he let go of the construct and curled forward. His breath was deep and heavy. He needed to go back to OA some time and train some more to work on weight and keeping larger constructs together. For now, he needed to show the people of Hub City that the Emerald Knight was a force for good.
Another breath was forced out as he stretched back upright, looking around at the crowds that had been forming slowly after the rubble had stopped and the dust had settled. His shoulders were brought out as far as he could move them, his chest puffed out just a little. Surely his skintight bodysuit made of energy made everyone see his true proportions, but maybe he could alter his costume to make himself a little bigger? There was no time for that.
He looked around for a news truck. Surely a falling building and a villain attacking was more than enough to warrant someone from some news crew to step in and report on what was going on. Hopefully his little tip to channel 52 before things started was enough to get some people in on all of this super action.
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10:48 PM, April 2nd; 2020
43rd Jefferson Condos, Hub City
"So," Cassandra Mckenzie crossed one leg over the other, a practiced smile on her face. "You were the one responsible for stopping the Russian terrorist earlier today, is that correct?"
"Yes," Preston nodded, his face hidden by a green mask. "Though his origins don't really matter to me. He came out here today to hurt people, and I put a stop to him and did what I could to keep things from getting worse." He was doing his best to sound confident, but internally, he was so excited to be on the news.
Though her flawlessly sculpted crimson nails tapped against the screen of her phone, her azure eyes never once left the man garbed in green. "Were you also the 'anonymous caller' that tipped off Channel 52 just beforehand?"
Preston chuckled, his head swaying from one side to the other. "I can't say. However, I'm glad that you're here to report on all this. People need to know what's going on, and you're doing a job just as good as mine by giving them that info." He tried hard to warm up to her and the people possibly watching. He needed to make sure that he was on good terms with the law here on earth, even if being a vigilante like himself was illegal.
"I see," she chuckled, choosing to drop the matter of his identity for the time being. "And what name shall we affix to you? Do you have something you would prefer to be called, like our resident Wizardess does?"
"Wizardess?" He asked in an amused tone. In truth, he had no idea who this woman was talking about, but he had to play it like knew who she was. "I'm a servant among the stars, miss, I wander where I'm needed. If there was a name for me, I suppose you could call me the Emerald Knight." He was careful in his tone. He wasn't sure if she or the people watching would believe if he said he was from the stars, so he continued the same haughty and jovial tone to suggest that it was just a part of his gimmick.
He couldn't have the world go into a craze about the definate existance of extraterrestrial life, not just yet. He needed to prove to the world that he and others could save them all in a pinch, and that they really were ready to leave this little planet and see other ones. That was a long time from now, though.
Cassandra smirked when he revealed his chosen moniker, tapping the name down into her Galaxy S11. She then paused, seeming to consider his words for a moment. "A servant among the stars? Do you mean to say you've come from outer space? Are you an alien, then? And if so, then why have you come to Earth?"
He smirked just the right amount, he hoped. He had spent so much time practicing all of this that he really did hope he came off as calming and charming as he wanted to be. "I'm definately human. I'm here on Earth because this is where I'm supposed to be, and I'll show up when and where I'm needed."
"So you're a servant, and the Earth is where you're supposed to be, meaning that you have a boss. Very interesting," Cassandra replied, entering the information down into her phone. "And what is it that you aim to accomplish here? What is your ultimate goal and intention towards America? Towards the Earth?"
"Peace, of course. I work for peace and safety." He nodded. His unseen eyes shifted over to the woman's phone, hoping to take a peek at whatever she was typing. "I want to make a world where I'm not needed, and with my powers of creation, I firmly believe that it can happen." He looked around the penthouse he was in. Nice, classy. The Interview was nice, but he needed to keep himself interested in the conversation and the area around him.
Cassandra's phone was held at a horizontal angle, the screen entirely facing her. "I see. It is an undeniable truth that in the past four months the world has become a far more dangerous place."
"People possessing otherwordly, even outright impossible abilities have appeared, causing fear and panic among government officials and civilians alike. While some seem intend on using their 'powers' for good, their mere presence has forever changed how we look at the world we live in," she explained leaning slightly back in her patio chair. Reaching down to pad out a wrinkle in her dress, she quickly resumed the interview.
"That being said, is there a message you would like to send to these people? To the governments of the world, to the men and women on the street who might look upon you in fear?"
"You're not alone." His smile almost issued a challenge to the reporter before him. "The men, women and children next to you share your worries about the current state of the world, and that's okay. It's okay to be worried. Being strong means being strong together, trusting in one another and having the will to push to a better future. I want that future too, and you don't need super powers to make that happen."
He had been working on that quote for at least a month. After so many short quotes and monolouges of medium lengths, Preson finally decided on that one. She made it seem like that was it, asking if he had any words directly to any viewers at home, or readers of articles. He sat back and rested in silence, wondering what she was going to say to him next.
Cassandra smiled at this, a smile that almost said she had heard something similar before. "Very well then. In that case, how about you tell us a little bit about what you can do? What your powers are, things of that nature. I'm certain, after all, that people will be quicker to trust someone they can understand."
"Gladly." He smiled and shifted in his seat, bringing his left hand forward. He presented his ring on his closed hand to her, allowing her to get a great look at the piece of magical jewelery. "I harness willpower and use it to create objects out of solid light. Using will, I can also fly and travel into the unknown. A side effect of my powers is being incredibly strong, even I'm not using constructs to lift things." After a brief pause, he used his ring to create a one-to-one scale statue of the reporter who had invited him in, and rotated the statue around for her to see every side of it.
"I can create anything I can imagine, Miss. Anything at all." He wasn't going to mention his weakness to yellow, or the fact that he was useless without the ring. He wanted to make it seem like he had the power within himself, and the ring was simply a conduit for his internal energies. Even if he was trying to talk himself up, he needed to make sure no other villains could find this interview and learn everything about him.
Cassandra's eyes widened slightly when a statue of herself appeared in the middle of the penthouse roof. She observed it for a long moment as it rotated, unable to completely mask how impressed she was by the display. Finally easing back in her chair, she smiled. "Well, at least you have good taste."
"How did you gain these abilities?" She quickly continued the interview. "And is there a limit to them? How strong are you? How fast?"
"I can't exactly tell you how I got these abilities." He cracked a smile and let out a chuckle. "I don't want people seeing this and doing the incredibly dangerous things I did to get this power. As for how strong I am? About... five? Ten? Ten times stronger than a human? And Fast." He began to relax a little, and laughed a little as he tried to think of a way to explain the true limits of his speed. "You couldn't wrap your head around my speed when I'm on a beeline, sorry."
Closing her eyes, Cassandra chuckled, accepting that she wasn't going to get a clear answer from him. "Then how about your costume? Did you design it yourself, or was it given to you by someone? It's most certainly...distinct. And you wear a mask, too. I can only assume you have a civilian life outside of your work as a 'hero'."
"You also seem to be in your mid-twenties. College educated, perhaps?"
"I designed my suit." He clarified with a nod. "Well, not consciously, I suppose. I didn't talk to a tailor and tell them exactly what I wanted, it just came together and felt right."
He nodded once more as she continued to probe him, not focusing on his appearance and what could be derived from that. "Of course. I was a bit of a fan of space when I was younger, so I worked to make a careeer of that. With powers like this, I can get closer to our star than we ever thought possible." He was trying to give off simple answers, but he couldn't help but remember the time of his youth when he spent hours looking at the stars, inspiring his path and bringing him to where he was now.
Like every time before, the information he provided her quickly found its way to her phone "And, for those who will inevitably be curious...what is your height, weight, measurements? Just how much did your subconscious decide to squeeze into those delightfully tight pants?"
She leaned forward in her seat, a broad smirk now etched across her slender face.
The sweet smile he gave her was so obviously fake, but he meant no harm in it. He was, on some level, expecting a question like that.
"I'd say I'm about..." The statue of the reporter faded away as he brought his hand to his face, his finger tapping on his chin while he sat there in thought, mulling over facts he knew well. "About five feet, five inches, a hundred and twenty-some pounds. I wear thirty-thirty two pants, small or medium in most shirts, and I wear a size nine sneaker. I wasn't aware that your viewers were interested in making me a new suit. I'd ask for some adjustments on the pants, just a tad larger if possible."
Cassandra released a hearty chuckle at his last comment, all the while continuing to enter his response. Standing from her table, she rested a finger on the screen of her phone. "Oh, the public is always interested in getting to know their would-be heroes on a more...intimate level. But I digress. Do you have any closing statements for the public? Any words you would like to leave them with?"
"I've already given out my award-winning quote, but yes." He couldn't help but let out a small laugh at her reply. Of course people would want to know what his practices and preferences were, superheroes were the new celeberties. "The world is teeming with powered people, but you don't need powers to be a hero. Just go out there and do the right thing. If I'm not there, then the hero in you will be."
That should be it, Preston told himself. She asked for his closing statements, which meant the interview was now over. He closed the interview with a statement. Done. It. Over. With a sigh, he got comfortable in his seat once more. He waited a moment before looking over to the reporter who had been asking him all these questions about himself.
"I was worried for a moment that the call wasn't going to go through, I'll admit.But news or no news, lives were saved. Couldn't ask for more." He forced himself out of his seat with only minimal effort. He shot the reporter a small smile. With a small salute and a wave of a hand, he willed his body to be coated in a soft shade of green before he flew up into the air. He needed to go back home to Coast City, back to his friends and his for now secret life as an astronomer.
He had to admit, as much as some of her questions were a little too much for him, he enjoyed the interview. It was definately a conquered step of getting famous enough to unmask himself publicly and not have to worry about a secret identity.
He hoped that nothing too jarring would come of that.
@TickoutI understand. We can move your character into an idle position for the time being, or at least have her in the ready to sideline her.
@Burning KittyShawn to Rosemary after Transigen
@Burning Kittytatiana's team
She actually got away with it!
Pat laughed to herself once again, writing in her new log as she was sure that someone would eventually find her out, kill her, go through her stuff, translate her writing from Spanish to English, and publish her log as a best selling novella for the mind of a supervillainess.
March 16, current locaion, Amnesty Bay, Maine.
"It took work. And time. And Patience. But I finally got it. Most of the money is still being washed around in Spain, but I brought more than enough back with me to the United States to last a decade or two in the high life. If there was one thing that my father knew about money, it was that you have a million dollars, but look like you have fifteen. The point is, if you have a lot of money, don't ever make people think you have a lot of money. It would be so easy for me to move to California and live in the Hollywood Hills, or escape the world and go off the grid again, but I love my simple life. I had to work before I started using the power of the Scarab, but now I won't have to work another day in my life. On the other hand, having the Scarab can be fun. I can go wherever I want, be whoever I want, acquire whatever I want, honestly I could make money selling my skills with the scarab to attack these metahumans, I'm sure someone out there has money they want to get rid of along with the powered people."
She let the pen fall from her hands. Maybe she'd just stick to low rate crime. Her suit was rather imposing, and she didn't want to bring any more attention to Amnesty Bay. Her last stunt ended in doubled security in nearly every bank and building of importance in the town, much to her dismay. It wasn't like they could stop her. It'd only make her job a little more annoying.
She could hear several not-so-sneaky footsteps moving across her floor. She smiled, and prepared her angry matron voice.
"Tobias!" She shouted from her study in the little house. "You better not have invited your friends over without getting permission! You kno-" She stopped herself. He was fourteen, She should trust him and his friends to pick up after themselves, lest the Blue Beetle of Amnesty Bay attack them! She preferred her own name, Apex, but she was a villain, and news reporters didn't ask villains what they wanted to be called. "I'm heading out, Tobias. If the house is a mess when I get home, you're sweeping the floors for two weeks!" She could hear a groan and several other voices of laughter. Another smile graced her features, the skin of the scarab forming over her clothes and body. In a moment, she opened the window to her study and leaped out, flying into the sky without a care in the world.
Pat laughed to herself once again, writing in her new log as she was sure that someone would eventually find her out, kill her, go through her stuff, translate her writing from Spanish to English, and publish her log as a best selling novella for the mind of a supervillainess.
March 16, current locaion, Amnesty Bay, Maine.
"It took work. And time. And Patience. But I finally got it. Most of the money is still being washed around in Spain, but I brought more than enough back with me to the United States to last a decade or two in the high life. If there was one thing that my father knew about money, it was that you have a million dollars, but look like you have fifteen. The point is, if you have a lot of money, don't ever make people think you have a lot of money. It would be so easy for me to move to California and live in the Hollywood Hills, or escape the world and go off the grid again, but I love my simple life. I had to work before I started using the power of the Scarab, but now I won't have to work another day in my life. On the other hand, having the Scarab can be fun. I can go wherever I want, be whoever I want, acquire whatever I want, honestly I could make money selling my skills with the scarab to attack these metahumans, I'm sure someone out there has money they want to get rid of along with the powered people."
She let the pen fall from her hands. Maybe she'd just stick to low rate crime. Her suit was rather imposing, and she didn't want to bring any more attention to Amnesty Bay. Her last stunt ended in doubled security in nearly every bank and building of importance in the town, much to her dismay. It wasn't like they could stop her. It'd only make her job a little more annoying.
She could hear several not-so-sneaky footsteps moving across her floor. She smiled, and prepared her angry matron voice.
"Tobias!" She shouted from her study in the little house. "You better not have invited your friends over without getting permission! You kno-" She stopped herself. He was fourteen, She should trust him and his friends to pick up after themselves, lest the Blue Beetle of Amnesty Bay attack them! She preferred her own name, Apex, but she was a villain, and news reporters didn't ask villains what they wanted to be called. "I'm heading out, Tobias. If the house is a mess when I get home, you're sweeping the floors for two weeks!" She could hear a groan and several other voices of laughter. Another smile graced her features, the skin of the scarab forming over her clothes and body. In a moment, she opened the window to her study and leaped out, flying into the sky without a care in the world.
I'm almost tempted to make a new character for team 2, but if I do invest myself in that team, I won't play a major character
The Month was May. May 21st, to be exact.
Six months since the time travelers came in and took a group of unlucky mutants into a mutant experimentation facility in Mexico. a whopping 216 deaths made the Transigen Massacre one of the largest in recent history. Many considered it a travesty against mutantkind after Heidi Williams stepped forth with the evidence that made Transigen's intentions clear. People attempted to defend the company, but their time protecting the humans was short. Alkali, the parent company to Transigen, was forced out of the shadows to clean everything up. It wasn't enough. Other projects were made known to the public, like one in Canada, and another in Japan. The Alkali Company traded hands several times in a short amount of time, ending up in someone's hands somewhere. A big company wasn't normally pushed and pulled around by dummy names like small businesses were, but that was obviously the case to keep someone off of the tracks.
Emma Frost, devastated after being unable to find her mutant family, left the Mansion to rebuild her own facility. She still kept in contact with Booker and the rest of the team, but she had to constantly remind herself that her place was not with them, it was with her fallen Warlocks. Some of the liberated mutants left with Emma, liking her style of teaching over Charles'. She still sent postcards to Rosemary, feeling that she was the one whom she had connected with the most during her time at the school.
As the team progressed, Booker took a backseat as the mentor, and stuck around as a handler. They were still kids, and they needed to focus on their studies. He could pick out their missions to suggest to Shawn, who would then talk them over with the team.
Shawn was getting better at being a leader. After a little breakdown after the Transigen mission, he started working harder than ever before. Not only to be a good X-man, but a good leader. Instead of his black and neon costume, he opted for something closer to the classic yellow and blue spandex, of course tailored to his abilities. He blamed himself and his inability to take a stand for Tatiana leaving, and tensions had never been higher after Emma left as well. He almost wanted to say that Emma wanted Rosemary to come along with her, but Emma didn't verbally say anything.
That winter, just before holiday break, the mansion had hosted a christmas dance party. Shawn may have been working to be a good leader, but he was lacking in many other places. In his nightstand still rested an envelope and a wrapped gift. Both objects were for a single person, but Shawn didn't have the courage to deliver them, especially since his name was on them.
It was now the new millennia, and Shawn was now 17. A bolt of lightning sprang from one outstretched finger to the next. He didn't feel older. One year older and he was still as tired during school hours as ever. He only hoped that Kurt-er, Mister Wagner, wasn't going to drone on today. He really didn't feel like getting stuck to the rafters, or teleported to alaska, or stuck with bees in his nose or something wild like that. He just wanted a quiet day to focus and relax, and hopefully he'd get it.
He always looked to the door when someone new came through. Heidi was no exception. Shawn's mouth gaped open a little as she came through, but he quickly collected himself. He flashed her a smile, holding up his copy of Mary P. Hamlin and George Arliss' very own Hamilton. Mister Wagner did actually make them study plays and theater performances as a part of the class, after all.
"Morning." Shawn yawned, his warm smile quickly stretching out into a tired one as his sure and confident facade fell. If anything could come about his friendship with his teammates, it was that he didn't feel the need to he at 100% when it wasn't mission time. He didn't have anything to prove in the off hours, and Shawn was fine with that.
"Oh, wait. It's almost lunch."
Six months since the time travelers came in and took a group of unlucky mutants into a mutant experimentation facility in Mexico. a whopping 216 deaths made the Transigen Massacre one of the largest in recent history. Many considered it a travesty against mutantkind after Heidi Williams stepped forth with the evidence that made Transigen's intentions clear. People attempted to defend the company, but their time protecting the humans was short. Alkali, the parent company to Transigen, was forced out of the shadows to clean everything up. It wasn't enough. Other projects were made known to the public, like one in Canada, and another in Japan. The Alkali Company traded hands several times in a short amount of time, ending up in someone's hands somewhere. A big company wasn't normally pushed and pulled around by dummy names like small businesses were, but that was obviously the case to keep someone off of the tracks.
Emma Frost, devastated after being unable to find her mutant family, left the Mansion to rebuild her own facility. She still kept in contact with Booker and the rest of the team, but she had to constantly remind herself that her place was not with them, it was with her fallen Warlocks. Some of the liberated mutants left with Emma, liking her style of teaching over Charles'. She still sent postcards to Rosemary, feeling that she was the one whom she had connected with the most during her time at the school.
As the team progressed, Booker took a backseat as the mentor, and stuck around as a handler. They were still kids, and they needed to focus on their studies. He could pick out their missions to suggest to Shawn, who would then talk them over with the team.
Shawn was getting better at being a leader. After a little breakdown after the Transigen mission, he started working harder than ever before. Not only to be a good X-man, but a good leader. Instead of his black and neon costume, he opted for something closer to the classic yellow and blue spandex, of course tailored to his abilities. He blamed himself and his inability to take a stand for Tatiana leaving, and tensions had never been higher after Emma left as well. He almost wanted to say that Emma wanted Rosemary to come along with her, but Emma didn't verbally say anything.
That winter, just before holiday break, the mansion had hosted a christmas dance party. Shawn may have been working to be a good leader, but he was lacking in many other places. In his nightstand still rested an envelope and a wrapped gift. Both objects were for a single person, but Shawn didn't have the courage to deliver them, especially since his name was on them.
It was now the new millennia, and Shawn was now 17. A bolt of lightning sprang from one outstretched finger to the next. He didn't feel older. One year older and he was still as tired during school hours as ever. He only hoped that Kurt-er, Mister Wagner, wasn't going to drone on today. He really didn't feel like getting stuck to the rafters, or teleported to alaska, or stuck with bees in his nose or something wild like that. He just wanted a quiet day to focus and relax, and hopefully he'd get it.
He always looked to the door when someone new came through. Heidi was no exception. Shawn's mouth gaped open a little as she came through, but he quickly collected himself. He flashed her a smile, holding up his copy of Mary P. Hamlin and George Arliss' very own Hamilton. Mister Wagner did actually make them study plays and theater performances as a part of the class, after all.
"Morning." Shawn yawned, his warm smile quickly stretching out into a tired one as his sure and confident facade fell. If anything could come about his friendship with his teammates, it was that he didn't feel the need to he at 100% when it wasn't mission time. He didn't have anything to prove in the off hours, and Shawn was fine with that.
"Oh, wait. It's almost lunch."
If you'd please wrap this up? I'm afraid that I won't be able to write out any serious posts until Wednesday at the earliest, and I'm worried tht it's losing interest.
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