"Sounds.. kinda typical. But at least its viable right?" She replied.[I] Good thing I'm thick skinned, or talking to this lassie would be a horrible chore. [/i]She continued on gamely though, and at least had the decency to look slightly embarrassed. 

"I don't really do much, you see.." a pause as she searched for the words. "I guess it just depends on the time, you'll see it one day. I'm gonna become one of the greats." Volt returned her smile with one of his own, but was a bit apprehensive of her answer. He hoped her desire to be 'one of the greats' wouldn't end with people getting hurt. He'd seen that sorta attitude end in tears far too often in the past. 

“Nice to have goals” he answered mildly as the music began to play up, followed by one of the most cringe-inducing displays Volt had ever witnessed as each of the League's founding members made their way to the stage according to their own particular idiom. The founders probably felt the display was equal parts epic and awe-inspiring, but the whole stunt came across as tacky. [i]The Singing Kettle does this sorta thing better. They've got better costumes too[/I] Volt felt bad for Pariah, who gave every impression of being a rottweiler trotted through a poodle show. Thankfully the débâcle didn't last long, Zenith taking the stage to give his speech once everyone was in place. 

Hi-Voltage had worked with Zenith a time or two in the past. The big man, along with Pariah, always struck Volt as 'The Real Deal' as far as heroics went, that you could quite easily drop him into a DC comic alongside Superman, Batman and all those other moral paragons and Zenith would do them all proud. It went without saying that Tommy had alotta respect for him. Despite himself the Lightning-Slinger found himself listening intently to Zenith's everyword. He laughed, he was inspired, he was ready to go out and save the world. [i] I guess the power of a charismatic leader does wonders, even for a big ol' cynic like me.[/I] The talk of induction tests was news to Volt, but not a giant surprise. This League was going to be a face for heroics to the world at large, each of it's members held accountable for their actions in a way that they'd never been before. It only made sense that the founders would want to make sure that the recruits not only had what it takes, but could hold themselves to a responsible standard as well. 

Zenith's speech was coming to a close "You're in luck. Multiple villains have been sighted around the city and are wreaking havoc. This is your chance to prove yourselves. I'll be taking small groups of volunteers to deal with these threats, each lead by an existing League member. Do well, and you can consider yourself in the League. Everyone who wishes to do so, can follow Olympia to the gunships. She will decide who goes where and with whom. Everyone else can wait here and continue socializing. Your trials will begin shortly. Good luck." 

If it had been anyone other than Zenith arranging this then Volt would have been more than a little suspicious of the timing, multiple super villain attacks coincidentally during a gathering of potential recruits into a super hero club. But Hi-Voltage knew that Zenith didn't have it in him to do anything so underhand, especially if it put people's lives in danger. 

Eclipse stood up, but failed to gain any real height on the Lightning-Slinger.

"I'm going to be staying here, not in the mood for dealing with a bunch of jerks dick measuring, what about you?" She asked. Volt considered the question for a few seconds before answering, his natural response to throwing himself in harms way conflicting with the responsibilities he now bore. Finally he blew out a breath he hadn't known he was holding in. After all, it wasn't really a choice for him, was it?

“I reckon I'll be going to the dick measuring. The problem when super powered jerks start dick measuring is that they forget how powerful they are, and regular people get hurt. I'll try and limit that as much as I can. . . .Hmm, looking back I think I probably said dick measuring too much, huh?” He clambared smoothly to his feet, a surprising amount of grace in his lanky frame. 

“It's been nice talking to you Eclipse. Good luck with the trials." He smiled once more before heading towards the gunships. He had to shoulder his way through the crowd a little, but a combination of meta powered strength and applying 'helpful' static shocks to encourage anyone in his way to shift meant that Volt made it to Olympia's side pretty sharp. He planted himself near to the front of the queue, almost treading on what appeared to be the tail of a giant wolf as he attempted to capture the attention of Hercules's daughter. 

"Nice doggy." he muttered, doing a sharp double take as the wolf bared its teeth at him with a menacing growl, before returning to his previous task.

"I wouldn't mind tagging along on this mission Olympia, needing to get some fresh air anyway."