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The Rising Son - Valor Port
Lionel walked about aimlessly for a short while. A crimson car zoomed past as he found his way to the port. He was still getting used to living in the new universe. What he knew wasn't what he saw anymore. In fact, the new universe carried around this scent like someone had sprayed Lysol over a carpet stain. Always one for cleanliness, Lionel blotted his nose with the handkerchief from his suit pocket. Despite his reservations, Lionel had convinced himself to work through the nauseating circumstances that came with living here.
"I can feel the energy here. I swear something's off. I just can't place it." The Valor Port was located in the Ever After borough of Valor City. The Baptiste brothers owned a shop near the port. A bunch of wickedly mystical trinkets and ancient books from their shop had a habit of being smuggled around the borough. In turn, much of the community itself was either glamoured creatures of the night or some hipsters transplanting themselves for the Valor City's bohemian aesthetic. With so many diverging groups, leadership in Valor was difficult.
Brian Newcastle funding community schooling was meant to help the underprivileged, but then the gentrification happened. The rich families of Grimm brought even more outside investors into the city. They planted their roots into the foundation and began taking the opportunities from those they were originally meant for. Leaving those affected by the disaster festering with rage against the machine, wondering why they weren't seen.
Lionel could feel strife. He could sense the darkness within anyone and Valor nursed its grudges like breastfed child. What might have started off with a number of good intentions was quickly becoming perverted. The city felt manipulated and the least bit helped.
Lionel believed this had much to do with the dark force brought into the city by Ada Guillaume. The same dark force that haunted his mother was still here in the city...he knew it. He just had to prove it.
"Holy Mother. I was right." As he walked closer to the water, Lionel could sense a chaotic energy crackling in the distance. The sound of gunfire drew him closer and closer. The chaos, the misery and the reawakened fears that could barely sleep had finally returned to Valor City. If he could fly across the waters and arrive as the saving grace, the lionhearted Olympian would. Alas, he could not.
Instead he ran as fast he could. When he arrived to the epicenter, however, Lionel was met by a group of L.A.W. enforcers instead. Their connection to Dominus International's Grid and by extension the Humanity Now Institute's data base would inform them he wasn't a mutant nor human. His biology was something else entirely. As with such information coupled with humanity's poor reception to the unknown, the security force raised their weapons in his direction. It was better to assume he was guilty by the frantic running he'd been doing for the last few minutes.
The Academy
"Oh crap!!!!!!" With his astral projection disappeared, Lionel returned to his physical form states away. As he gasped for air, he clutched a pamphlet he'd stolen from the All-Seer Realm some time ago. A virtuoso of the mystic arts, Lionel was attracted to the more insidious elements of the universal frequency and the gods that lived within it.
His most recent quest began when the Observer purged the essence of Y-Intercept from his mother, the lion heart became increasingly protective over his family. So much so, Clarice Michelle tried to send him to the academy in hopes the boy would learn to live his life beyond the past. Instead, Lionel remained transfixed with finding the same dark aura that nearly took his mother's life. His distrust for the new universe apparent as he'd conjure himself in Valor City every single night. Searching for those connected to Ada Guillaume. He looked for clues as to what the Order was and what it could do. More often than not, his expeditions lead him nowhere. This time, however, his discovery was serendipitous. The aura aligned with the residue in his mother's soul. The Grimm Reaper had returned for Valor.
"I need my phone. Please, get me my phone." Lionel asked his friend and confidant, Eva Grace to get his cell. His mother might've been the goddess of mayhem, but he understood how Valor City could be destroyed. Through it's people. The same way the Mother's of the All-Seer realm took down Mount Olympus. It would be done the same way again. Lionel refused to see his mom caught in the crossfire of someone else's fight once again. He had to warn her before it was too late.
New Student!
"Listen Darius, did I lose in that bar fight?" The smeared blood on his pursed lips tasted like defeat. His tousled curly hair and the barely healed cut on his face were defeat's seasoning, considering how much he cherished his appearance.
"Yes, Manny, yes you did." It wasn't his most outstanding moment considering his late acceptance and even later arrival to the Academy was met with little to no fan fair. Instead, Emmanuel "Manny" Baptiste was consistently failing at making a good impression with his classmates. His fantastic grades aside, he was trying his best to build a bad ass reputation.
"Darius, that wasn't...that wasn't very uplifting of you. What kind of right hand man are you? So, rude." Young Manny liked to think he was the next Tony Montana. Well, Tony Montana if the coke was laced with konite. Anyways, young Manny liked to think he was meant to be a big boss when he grew up. Like his father and his father before him. Except that wasn't going so well since moving from Valor City. He was getting beat up more times than his meat on a Sunday evening and that was starting to hurt his thinly threaded bravado.
"Of course, I lost, but maybe just maybe I taught them a lil' something about willpower? Like this kid's got balls. Maybe we should, I don't know...show him some respect?" As Darius listened to Manny rant and rave, the two sat atop the roof of the Legendary Club. They would often do this every night, Manny speaking with his hands like he was directing traffic on a busy intersection and Darius passively listening while mentally taking notes of which parts of town to stay away from. Either way, the two seemed to blend for the most part. That and because Manny liked to hear the sound of his own voice.
"I'm really trying, Darius. I wish someone would see that." In a rare moment of vulnerability, the bloodied student scrunched as nose as he spoke. That was the closest he was going to get to emoting tonight.
@paragonxxx said:
WHY is it SO hard for casting directors to cast blondes?! WHY is it whenever a comics character, who is normally blonde, ALWAYS freakin' BRUNETTE when brought to the big or small screen?! THERE ARE PLENTY OF BLONDE ACTORS TO CAST IN HOLLYWOOD MORE SUITABLE FOR THE ROLE!
Rant over.
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