[h1][color=9e0039][b][center]Sol[/center][/b][/color][/h1][color=9e0039][center][sub]Location: The Front Gates; The Academy.
Interacting With: Frank Sage [@Simple Unicycle] Light [@Archmage MC] Griffin [@KatherinWinter][/sub][/center][/color][hr][hr]Sol chuckles to himself as he ruffles his hair, its usual snow white colour blackened with ash, [color=9e0039]"Disturbing the peace wasn't my intention but I'm glad I succeeded at something."[/color] Gladly answering the red-haired teen's question, the look on his face was quite the poker face, he would dare say that the guy could go up against Uncle Groot in a staring competition. It's been a few weeks since Sol last met the rest of his adopted family besides Dad and according to him the sorta-retired Guardians of the Galaxy were off somewhere near the Shi'ar home planet, he sure does miss them.. but at least Dad was on Earth with him and this is a chance for him to make some friends around his age.

[color=00aeef]"-Mr. Sun here for being a living fireball?"[/color] His train of thought was cut short by a newcomer, the same alien-looking figure from before, whose appearance would have bothered him if it weren't for his own otherworldly upbringing, "Infinity Stone not a living fireball, though I can see where you can get the impression." Glancing at the charred pavement where he landed, [color=9e0039]"Landing strategy could need some work though,"[/color] he murmurs to himself before turning to the other two, [color=9e0039]"Name's Sol Quill, nice to-"[/color] Sol abruptly stopped as his arm was grabbed from behind. He would turn his head around to face what looked like a Balurrian, [color=9e0039]"Eh.. can I help you? I have to admit that I'm less familiar with Balurrian customs than I am with Earth's."[/color]