“What are you..?” The man’s chuckling confused Supercell. What was he laughing about? Why hadn’t Aban noticed how tense they were a moment before he introduced himself? With a glance towards the roof, the man’s words were confirmed as true. He was mere moments away from having an arrow cut a hole between his eyes. Or perhaps the man with the gun who had managed to sneak up behind Supercell would’ve finished him off first with two rounds through his heart. Aban Ali Sahar’s heart felt like it was about to jump out of his throat. He hadn’t noticed the laser sights before, or the archer above him. How strange it is to realize that one was on the brink of destruction, yet was too ignorant to notice. Had the past years outside of a warzone made him soft? Was he getting too confident in his abilities, letting things slip past his subconscious? Whatever the case, it was an uncomfortable wake up call for Aban. He needed to keep his eyes open next time.

“Ha..ha..Yes. Called ahead.” Aban laughed nervously. He turned swiftly towards Spectre as he began to explain registration to Aban. The man’s word choices were less than uplifting, as Supercell realized the gravity of the situation that the League of Superheroes currently faced. This “Legion” Spectre mentioned..they must be a credible foe indeed, to challenge the League. Aban resolved to do a bit of research on Legion during his next time off.”I will speak to Anima. Yes. Thank you, sir.” Aban couldn’t help but jump when the man vanished into thin air. Invisibility? Teleportation? Super Speed? Judging by the name the bruisers called him, Aban figured the former to be the highest probability.

Taking in a long breath of fresh air, Aban stepped through the doors to the League’s Headquarters. He looked around at the lobby, amazed by the sheer size of the building, as well as the architecture. Modern Western architecture always amazed Aban. Perhaps it was because of how accustomed he had come to the destruction and poverty that plagued Damascus. Perhaps it was because of all the time he had spent in a place like South Side. More than likely, his appreciation was a combination of both. Supercell weaved his way through the room towards the front desk. He took another breath, and introduced himself.”Hello Anima, my name is Aban Ali Sahar. I am here to sign up as a member of the League of Superheroes."

The secretary nodded and began to type away on her computer. Aban was afraid for a moment that she was ignoring him, or possibly hadn't heard him. He was about to repeat himself, when she finally spoke up."Supercell, right?" Anima asked without looking up."Yes. I am he." Aban answered unsteadily. How had she found out his secret identity so quickly? He was a pretty small time vigilante, at least by the League's standards. After thinking it over, it seemed to make some sense. They were a superhero organization, so they had to have contact with the Chicago Police Department; and Supercell had worked with the CPD before, which would mean the police would have [i] something [/i] on Aban."Right, now you're registered. This has the information you'll need to find your room, here's the key. Welcome to the League." With that, the secretary turned back to the computer and Aban wandered away from the front desk. He followed the instructions on the paper that Anima had given him. They were pretty simple, so he didn't have too hard a time finding the room that had been assigned to him.

Supercell unlocked the door and stepped inside. The space was much nicer than the roof he was currently living on, but it wasn't all that. There were all the simple commodities you'd expect in an apartment, and little else. Aban put his clothes and food away, before slinging the backpack onto his back and leaving the room. He decided to leave the door unlocked as he stepped down the hall towards the common room, eager to meet his fellow heroes for the first time. He decided that he wouldn't immediately start lobbying for his cause, as was his plan before. Aban would need to gain their trust and appreciation first.

After only a few minutes of walking down the hall, Supercell spotted a man covered in lightning tattoos limping down the hall. Aban quickly changed his course, moving up alongside the injured man."Greetings, fellow Superhero." Aban began in his best English,"I am Aban Ali Sahar, and I just got here. You could say I am a "newbie." So I have decided to get to know my peers. Where would you recommend I should go to uhm, eh..How do you say..Where should someone who is new go?"