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With a nod, Lucas had slung his backpack over his shoulder and opened up the door for him and Jenny. With one final wave to Alan, Lucas had left the house with his sister. Getting in the car, Lucas drove off towards the school, "You know what Alan said applies to you as well. I'll take you to...
Lucas listened to Jenny as she spoke, nodding along to her words as he ate. "Eh. Slept well enough I guess." He responded with a shrug. Turning his attention towards Alan, who currently stood at the kitchen counter eating his meal there with a cup of morning tea, Lucas spoke out. "Hey Alan, can...
"One day son. We'll be out of here. We'll feel the wind on our faces, feel the sun kiss our skin. I know it will."
"Dad, its already been so long, how can you be so sure?"
"Lucas, I've already told you. Your old man studies heroes for a living for a living. and if there's one thing I learned...
Name: Lucas Cullen
Alias: Nothing... yet
Gender/Age: Male/17
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Personality: Lucas is still learning how to get used to interacting with others. He's perfectly capable of holding a conversation, but finds it difficult to ever speak about his personal life...
What was once an uneven match up with no hope for Alan's survival, quickly turned around as suddenly multiple supers arrived on the scene. It didn't take long for the would-be heroes to secure the scene by removing any civilians and getting The Soldier locked with a knife to her neck. Her face...
Location Unknown - En Route to New York City
"How's the video surveillance coming along back there Stranger?" The Soldier's booming voice echoed in the submarine, as she piloted the task force towards the same abandoned dock they had left from earlier that day. The sub was just big enough to...
It didn't take long for S.P.A.R.D.A.'s elite task force to return to home base, in less than a hour the trio of Soldier, Stranger, and Secret we're already roaming the halls of the organization's main head quarters. Soldier led the trio, Secret and Stranger just behind her on either side as they...
It honestly happened to fast for Alan to properly analyze the situation. After placing the EMPs, he waited for the man's signal to set them off. Before he could even think of setting them off, what looked like a living bolt of lightening shot forward, a deep red in color. It took Alan a moment...
Alan listened carefully to the man's suggestions, nodding along while glancing over at the robot. "Thing seems pretty advanced, but hopefully enough of them will do the trick." He muttered out, giving a nod to Kerco. "Alright, I'm going in, make sure you make the signal clear, we only got one...
-???, AI and Robotics Development Facility, Undisclosed Location-
"Sir! Bionicron has initiated it's self destruction protocol!" An engineer called out to the suited man from one of the computer screens observing the mayhem in New York. The man tired to keep a calm expression, but he couldn't...
-???, AI and Robotics Development Facility, Undisclosed Location-
"I need updates people." A booming voice demanded, ringing throughout the testing facility. Marching through the hallways was an older man, in his early sixties. Dressed in plain black suit, he stood in contrast to the lab coated...
"City is fucked if this guy keeps up this act. Was hoping to use him for some scrap metal but looks like that plan is off the-" Just as Alan was about to up and leave the city, the former champion had noticed the growing number of people actually running towards the living weapon of mass...
He was in the field again. He couldn't remember how many times he found himself here, he stopped counting a long time ago. Eyes drifting to his left and to his right, he saw the same thing he always saw. Fellow Champions, Phoenix and Jurassic, probably the only two people he considered his...
Name: Alan Martinson
Alias: Formerly The Adapter, currently uses the fake name Martin or the alias Scrapper
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Appearance: In the ten years since he lost his alien suit and practically disappeared off the face of the planet, Alan has definitely grown a bit more desheveled...
Alan stood quiet as Kerco responded. The former Paragon seemed to pick up on who the dead man Kerco spoke of was. "Guess you can never have too much knowledge." He muttered out, before stepping outside. Alan's eyes trailed out to the broken city. "Gonna be a long walk. You got a quicker way for...
Looking at their character form, they did edit their post yesterday, and if I were take a guess, they might have misunderstood your earlier post saying "That works for me" as saying you accepted their character. Likely just a case of misunderstanding and not ignoring rules.
After Alan had spoke to her, Might Girl started stammering and stuttering, seemingly not able to formulate a proper sentence after Flora had left. Alan noticed her seemingly rattled expression, wondering what could have broken her usual steadfast optimism. However, before he could even begin to...
Ian smiled softly as AJ helped back him up, and he offered them a nod as thanks. "The Hermes kids are never going to learn, they thrive off the attention. Best thing you can do is show them up in combat training, that usually knocks them down a peg or two." The son of Apollo let out a chuckle in...
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