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Mind if I drop my hat into this?

Seamus had to do a small debate with himself as he considered which of the two groups he should join. On the one hand it wasn't everyday that someone was given the chance to train with a Kryptonian, but then again maybe that was a good thing, on the other Seamus did find himself fitting into the description of the latter group much better. Eventually Seamus opted out and decided to join the group that was forming around Miss Martian and Kid Flash. "You can always train later Seamus." He thought to himself as he eventually settled in the group with the others, curious as to what exactly was planned for those who decided not to train. "Wait, this isn't some sort of test to see who doesn't like to train is it?" The thought popped into Seamus's mind and he was really hoping that he was wrong.

@RainDash@Scarifar I think the question is do the percentages relate to his normal height or his fully grown superpowered height. From what I get out of it, and I can be way off about this, is that at 25% is grows, but doesn't get superhuman strength/durability, at 50% he gets the strength/durability, at 75% he grows even larger but again has no strength/durability, finally at 100% he has is full unbridled strength/durability. My only question is he really 475 feet tall at his strongest because holy meat balls that is a big boy

@Leda Fell free to join my friend :)

For a moment Seamus assumed that there were even more late arrivals walking into the room, but he quickly came to the realization that these were some of the founders of the very team he was joining. The Superman clone, the strongest telepath in the world, and one of the fastest men alive, or better known as Superboy, Miss Martian, and Kid Flash, all in one place. Seamus was a bit star struck, though it didn't show on his face. He was defiantly glad he took the offer to join the team now, getting the opportunity to work closely with these heroes was definitely the chanced of a life time. He had just finished listening to Miss Martian explain how she and Superboy will be acting as the groups caretakers when the Russian fellow came up to him and asked him how did he do that, it took Seamus a moment to realize he was referring to the simple cleaning charm he casted on Red. Seamus considered explaining the origin of the ritual and how it was eventually transferred into a incantation which in turn was translated into a simple English spoken phrase by Seamus, but coming to his senses Seamus settled on keeping it simple. "Magic." He said plainly.

The IC is a go! after what felt like years Sorry for the wait guys but we are officially ready to start =D feel free to post the starts of your characters' day

The day was just starting, the sun was sluggishly climbing its way up into the sky and likewise the drunkards were just as slowly dragging themselves away from their respective watering holes and back to wherever they laid their heads in order to sleep off their latest hangover and to prepare for their next one. The community of seemingly random species started to stir and wake to the new day, mechanics opening shop, bakers warming up their ovens, and families sharing breakfast. The only real sound that filled the air right now, besides the occasional moan and groan of the stumbling drunk, was that of the sound of the birds singing, some more squawking. Over all it was a relaxing and peaceful image.

As everyone else in the community were either willing themselves awake or trudging off to work or back from it there was a little commotion in the sheriffs office, well less of a commotion and more of a storm of curse words. Inside the office it was not that much of a impressive sight, it was a simple building with a wall taken up with a row cells for keeping offenders, another with a boarded with wanted posters and their rewards, and finally two desks on opposite sides of the room, at one of these desks a dark figure sat with his legs kicked up onto the desk and the brim of his hat pulled low down over his face. In one of the cells a scrawny green skinned, bald alien was busy cursing and wailing against the bars. "Oi LET ME THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF THIS F#!&ING CELL! I AIN'T DO A DAMN THING!!" He bellowed as he banged his fist against the bars, only to hurt his own hand and let out a yelp. He let out a series of slurs before continuing is rant. "IT WAS ONLY ONE PURSE! DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THAT MUCH CASH IN IT!!"

This rant may have continued if it wasn't for the shot that whizzed by mere inches from the alien's head. The figure that was reclining in one of the desks now had his arm stretched out and was armed with a now smoking pistol. "Shh." The low hiss escaped the gun wielding man as he placed the gun back in its holster on his hip. The now jittering green alien merely gulped and gave the best nod he could before scampering away from the bars of the cell and hiding under the bed of the cell. The figure then stood from the desk, it turned out he was a rather tall fellow, and walked over to the exit of the sheriff's office. He looked over his shoulder back to the cells. "I'm heading out, if you are not here when I get back I will look forward to hunting you down." He said in a raspy voice that could make almost anyone's skin crawl. With that the man set out of the office and into town. As cold as that may have seemed to others that was a everyday ritual for the town's sheriff before he would go do his rounds, there was a reason people were so wary of Alexander after all. 

@Scarifar Did and done my friend

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