Shard — Roleplayer Guild

Leaning against the black tiles of his bathroom wall, Miles managed a soft breath as his pale shape was coated in the warmth of a shower's constant stream. The mission had been successful, and everyone performed splendidly. Even Dawn had succeeded in minimizing collateral damage, for what it was worth. The man had a distance to tread indeed, but so did all of them. Yes, it was quite a remarkable display, seeing how everyone's supernatural prowess and abilities came into play. Miles could clearly see the cameras of channel four, five and six, newscasters all lining up to catch the event as it unfolded, immortalizing it upon the countless television screens scattered throughout America. Admittedly, he was surprised to see how Phoenix Dawn wasn't approached for a statement. The loudest and most visible of the crew often was, getting their face seen on television in an attempt to humanize their presence. 

Who better to believe in, than a gestalt you can see without vail or obfuscation? That was the point of Horizon. Though, Miles was aware that many of the heroes had a more naive view of the organization. Horizon had plans, something Miles, or Shrike, was well aware of. Plans he wholeheartedly believed in. This world required order, it needed safety. As it was, the government could barely contribute what it should. It merely scratched the surface of what a ruling body should manage, and do so with results worth praising. 

Wrapping a set of slender fingers around a shampoo bottle, Miles coated his raven hair in the lemon scented liquid, rubbing it onto his scalp with short nails before washing it off with a relaxed sigh escaping his lips. 

What of the new arrival? Eliott? Yes, that was her name, as far as he could tell. She appeared to be doing well within the confines of Horizon's walls, and he would be lying if he claimed otherwise. Indeed, Miles saw to it that he was quite excited to see what she was capable of. The girl was unstable, in a way, make no mistake. One who claims two personalities is to be monitored, for sure. There is no excuse for disaster, and neither the media, nor the public would offer forgiveness. They lived in a highly merciless world, and all a hero could do was to embrace it. 

Placing bare feet on the tiles, Miles stepped out of the shower and stretched his lithe frame with a soft yawn, before wrapping a towel around himself and dried pale skin from the blanket of water which had blessed him with warmth. "Wraith?" The agent spoke, rubbing his eyes after slipping into a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt. He got no answer, warranting a slight frown. Though, he was well aware that opening the fridge would immediately conjure forth the sound of paws padding against the floor and a loud meow brushing against him. "Fatass..," the boy mumbled, reaching into the fridge to produce a can of tuna. He poured it into a bowl, leaving the meal resting on the marble counter as he placed a loving kiss on the back of Wraith's head, the feline wasting no time before leaping onto the surface of the kitchen counter. "I love you, you little brat." Miles spoke, carefully scratching behind its ears before dropping down to the sofa for some well-earned video gaming.
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