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Apologies for the delay, life certainly was. Here's Alain being a conspiracy nut about a generic government official!

And also participating in the conversation, yes, but primarily looking at a tour guide and going "Hmm, this could be a secret agent.". I suppose that's a sign the man has lived his life in the setting of a light-hearted superhero flick, lol.
"Huh, that's a lot of people showing up at the nick of time; which makes sense in this line of work." thought Alain, as a number of newcomers sequentially entered the building. "Well, I'd have to be a hypocrite to judge. I did wander the halls until right before time, other people could've done that. ...or they might've barely made it here without getting late. Can't say until further notice."

However, the fledgling hero didn't spend any more time ruminating about the other heroes; as his attention was caught by the familiar voice of the greeter. Alain had thoroughly remembered the name and face of the guide from the exam. How could he not, when he had immediately suspected the tour-guide of hiding something from the moment they met. Alain didn't think it was humanly possible for someone to be that forgettable without doing so intentionally. Furthering this belief was the man's evident experience (or rather, his apparent age) as well as the juxtaposition of a formal suit and a casual attitude. The greeter seemingly had a relaxed approach towards having to herd over a half dozen likely-superpowered teenagers and young adults. To Alain, this was apparently more clues hinting towards the man being an expert of some sort. As for the final bit of icing biasing his conspiracy cake, Alain himself had previously worked in similar administrative roles; and now here he was, in costume, preparing to fight crime.

All this to say, Alain was suspicious of the tour guide having ulterior motives or mysterious origins without any real evidence supporting these suspicions. Hence why he resolved to commit the man to memory and to treat him with the utmost civility and professionalism. ...or, at least further civility and professionalism. Alain was an administrative assistant, so he was one to cut more slack to the average low-level desk clerk.

He was brought back to the present situation by his new colleagues' questions, and nodded to show his agreement with the questions. One of them caught his eye, so he decided to add to it. "I'd like to further the question on escalation." said Sleet, memories of stories he's heard and debates he's had coming to the forefront. "It would be best we get on the same page now rather than during a crisis." Then, he asked a question of his own "Also, what's our convention for contacting mundane emergency services in case we need their assistance for something like a fire?"
Nice, welcome aboard!

Also, been busy lately but may have a chance to throw in a post later today. If not, should be before the end of the week.

Edit: I did not in fact have the chance to throw in a post today. Now aiming for that second thing.
Unsure if the issue's on my end or not but the first image isn't loading for me. Also, not to appropriate the GM's role but I think you've put the wrong archtype? Defenders are described as being kind of a backline support role and this guy's skillset looks like that of a Scrapper IMO.

Your character seems fun! I can see potential for some entertaining contrasts in responses to things between his and that of my guy's. Looking forwards to potentially seeing him in action!
Me, starting up my latest post: "Hey it's late and I've been doing longer ones. I'll make this one a bit shorter. Just reply to what other people have added to let us continue the RP."

Me, forty five minutes later, with a longer post and a paragraph of Alain not beating the supervillain-material allegations by having the narration describe his distaste for one of the five core Paragon City Hero Organizations: "So that was apparently a fucking lie."
Alain wasn't used to seeing his ice powers, or at least without their newfound escalation potential, as something notable. He had them since birth, was used to them, and knew plenty of people who could do much better. So, it was unexpected that not one but two different peers had thought it to be cool. This did not show on his face, as the man was wearing a face-concealing helmet, but Alain had paused for a moment in surprise.

In any case, he recollected himself, returned Butterfly's handshake, and rejoined the conversation. "Likely ELITE." he answered, before deciding that answer needed more of an explanation. "I am uncertain how well I would fit; but I have the utmost respect for their work and manner of skillset. Though, admittedly, my decision was influenced by the other four possible options being, less of a good fit."

Alain didn't consider it a good idea to openly describe the reasons he would rather not apply to the other four factions if ELITE was an option. However, this narration will do so regardless. While Alain certainly knew more than the average citizen concerning super-science; he didn't think he had quite the aptitude required for SERAPH. Compounding this was how the lad didn't wish to be bombarded with questions concerning his grandmother's old, yet revolutionary, work. His rationale for crossing out DATA from his list of options was much the same. MAGI was eliminated for the simple reason of Alain not possessing the gift of magic.

One would expect GIFT to be a natural choice for a Mutant hero who's skillset depended upon their Mutant powers. However, the organization was strictly at the bottom of Alain's list. For one, the man didn't agree with their policy of only accepting Mutants. He considered it a potential recipe for disaster to bar non-Mutant individuals from participating in Mutant affairs. To Alain, this would further harm the general public's view of mutants, especially when a large scale incident occurs. Additionally, he did not want to get pidgeon-holed as being a Mutant hero who deals with Mutant affairs. The hero identity of Sleet was meant to be that of a hero who would help anyone; not merely those with the same genetics as him. Lastly, while Alain was not one to believe every rumour he came across; he did none-the-less consider the organization to be a bit suspicious.

But Alain didn't want to alienate his new potential-colleagues whom he had just met with his negative opinions on one of the five groups of PROC, so he merely finished by saying "I believe the manner of work that ELITE deals with could further help me develop my skillset."
I intentionally avoided specifying to leave it open to anyone; but throwing Cameron and his exuberance at Alain's "Being polite and a bit formal to not come off as the bitter and caustic ass I kind of am" is a great start to the social interaction. This is gonna be fun!
"Sleet." He answered, a tad caught off guard by the other hero's sudden physical presence and force of personality. The provided real name sounded slightly familiar to him; Alain didn't follow pop music, but did follow the news and remembered hearing something about an explosion. He resolved to probably look that up later. In any case, Sleet accepted the probable-Speedster's offered handshake with a normal amount of grip before speaking up again. "And I'll probably provide you my real name as well. Just, not here in this publicly accessible government building. Don't want all of the staff and anyone else around to know who I am."

While the standard fear of 'What if a villain uses my identity to get at my loved ones?' didn't quite apply to Alain, there were two additional reasons for his decision to keep his identity secret. The first was because he did not want his hero identity to immediately draw comparisons and reflection to those of his relative with publicly known IDs. He wanted to succeed on his own merits, and avoid dragging them down if he failed. The second was so he could still be relatively anonymous in public. People recognized his relatives, true, but they typically did not recognize him. That was why he had the head-concealing helmet after all.

Alain then replied to the visor-ed man's other comments and questions, judging it polite to do so. "My thanks on the compliments; I had some help on the design, so I'll be sure to pass those on. And while I do not have a fog machine on me, I can provide a similar effect."

With a quick use of his mutation, snow floated around Alain. The substance seemed to hang in the air, drifting in ways that didn't quite mesh with gravity and the lack of wind inside. Additionally, the snow quickly sublimated in the late spring air, causing a fog-like effect. After a dozen seconds of this, Alain ceased supplying the snow, and the fog subsided.

"With time and preparation I can do more;" he stated, to point out he could do more than a thin aesthetic fog, and continued "but I'd rather not cause the custodians to need to clean up. Not the nicest thing to, especially on a first day." he finished, throwing in a subtle ice pun in his last sentence to practice the habit.
Alain had arrived at the town hall two hours earlier than he needed to. He didn't want to be late, be it for mundane reasons such as traffic, heroic reasons such as stumbling onto a villainous plot on the way or a mixture of the two such as traffic caused by a villainous plot. It was his first day as an officially registered superhero, and he wanted to start with his best foot forwards. ...Nevertheless, he had arrived incredibly early, and had plenty of time to kill. Figuratively that is. He was a superhero, there would be no killing around if he could help it.

Not wanting to disrupt anyone performing their own jobs, the young man roamed the publicly accessible sections of the building, reflecting onto the circumstances that brought him there. "Huh, to think I'm here today, in this place, and for this reason. Had someone claimed this years ago, I would have probably called them a liar and gotten annoyed at them trying to give me false hope."

After his ruminating, an action that Alain would claim is technically not brooding, the lad did some last-minute review on his work phone. He had gone out and gotten a cheap-yet-durable phone specifically for use as a superhero. This was both to avoid leaking his identity by way of Phone and also to avoid his personal phone getting damaged by a stray laser or something of the kind. He'd heard too many stories of that happening to not want to avoid it happening to him.

In any case, time passed, and at around 8:55; the hero known as Sleet put his phone away and drifted back through the hallways and into the lobby. Spotting another costumed individual, he figured it probably a good idea to say hello; so he waved and spoke up. "Greetings!" he said, his voice echoing through the lobby despite its normal volume.
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