i_likeitfast Starlight, Starbright. [Open to Apollo]
Jean-Paul was doing a fine job of not making friends, and not finding allies. On the flip side, he was also doing a fine job of not getting shot, beat up, killed, maimed, tortured or mugged. Not that he had much to steal, of course. He'd found a little place - no, it wasn't really a place, so much as an abandoned attic-type space, complete with bats, and had taken to going out in uniform, just to try and deter petty thieves. There was, oddly enough, something about seeing a man in spandex that translated to, "Don't try to attack me, as I will hand you your ass on a platter."
It didn't help with actually figuring out what was going on, other than the obvious, which was... chaos. Gunshots and shouts, the sounds of a city being overrun by crime. Something unfamiliar to him, because Alpha Flight had always dealt with the superhuman and the supernatural. Never anything so simple as bank robbers, unless they also had tentacles or three eyes, or something odd.
Now it was nighttime, and hardly quieter than the day. At least he had the atmosphere to flee to. The sky was the only free space, and even that was restricted, somehow. Sometimes he went up to look for people he knew - Aurora, Vindicator, even Sasquatch - and sometimes, like tonight, he was trying to escape from the bats. They were harmless enough, but the fluttering of wings going in and out of the window grated. Up here, he'd see the occasional winged shape, but it was easy to ignore in favor of the stars and the clouds. Mostly clouds, tonight.
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It didn't help with actually figuring out what was going on, other than the obvious, which was... chaos. Gunshots and shouts, the sounds of a city being overrun by crime. Something unfamiliar to him, because Alpha Flight had always dealt with the superhuman and the supernatural. Never anything so simple as bank robbers, unless they also had tentacles or three eyes, or something odd.
Now it was nighttime, and hardly quieter than the day. At least he had the atmosphere to flee to. The sky was the only free space, and even that was restricted, somehow. Sometimes he went up to look for people he knew - Aurora, Vindicator, even Sasquatch - and sometimes, like tonight, he was trying to escape from the bats. They were harmless enough, but the fluttering of wings going in and out of the window grated. Up here, he'd see the occasional winged shape, but it was easy to ignore in favor of the stars and the clouds. Mostly clouds, tonight.
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