Emmanuel
"Motherf-" Emmanuel cuts himself off before he finishes, now's not the time for cursing. Not the time for a sparring match either apparently, as the siren continues blaring. "Alright fine! I'll kick your fishbutt later!" So there's an option huh? Fight supervillians or deal with a hostage situation? Thats not even a choice though. Obviously he's gonna go over to the prison and kick some butt. He doesn't like bragging about himself too too much, but Emmanuel knows he can really do some damage on the battlefield, so if there is in fact a battle going down, he needs to be there to help mitigate as much damage to others as he can.
But that's besides the point. Other than that, he also just kinda likes fighting. So with a grin and a crackle of electricity in the air, Emmanuel's arms and legs begin to dimly glow. He centers himself and in his head figures out the best way to get to the transport areas and in a split second, crouched and launched himself off, a a pulsating electrical footprint left where he had sprung off from. Many footprints actually. Through many years of running practice, Emmanuel has found that the most efficient way to run is in as many steps as you can possibly take, and he can take a ton. This isn't top speed though, far from it. He reckons it would be a bad idea to let loose a sonic boom indoors, but he's still booking it at about 150 mph. The glowing footprints are a good way for anyone to follow him too, which is why he let them stay there. He doesn't have to make those.
As he runs, lights flicker and dim, currents of electricity leaching out of them and arcing into his body, charging him up to max power, the hair on top of his head standing on end. "Man, I always forget how GREAT it feels to be at full. This is awesome! Not for long though. People could get seriously injured right in just a bit." Sombering up, Emmanuel slows his speed way way down as he hits the transport bay, seeing all the heroes of differing power levels gather for the upcoming shitstorm. Even with his normally carefree attitude, he wears a serious face. Its highly likely that some people here, himself included, might not make it back.
Which is why it'd be nice if he could find someone to work with. He's still relatively new here, and honestly doesn't know the first thing about teamwork. So who could he work with in here? Preferably one of the older members of the League, and someone who's power type could at least not hurt him as well. Of course, there isn't anyone who's power he actually really KNOWS, so thats a bit of a moot p- Wait a second. Ohoho that feels familiar. Oh yeah, thats definitely the feeling of electricity being pulled out of the air. Where's that coming from?
Peering around, Emmanuel searches for the electrical signal closest to his own. That's a particularly useful trick he's picked up over the years. All living things put off an electrical signal, and Emmanuel can search for them and pick them out. They all have a different feeling to them, and he can find out who's who that way. So if there's an electric user, he or she will have a DISTINCTLY different feel about them than anyone else would. And they do! So let's go over and say hello, hmm? Try not to make an ass of ourselves, eh Emmanuel?
"Um excuse me! Bolt! Uh no, that's Volt. Mr. Volt!" Following the trail over to the other electric man, Emmauel calls out to him cautiously. After apparently pissing off Ocean Warrior, he'd like to stay on everyone's good side as much as possible. With a light jog and the clacking of homemade shoes on the floor, the scarred man gets within range of Hi-Voltage. Well, about 5 feet. He's certain that's close enough, especially considering how tingly the air around them must be getting. The electrical concentration is through the roof. "Excuse me," He says with more than a hint of respect in his voice, cause age or not, Hi Voltage has been an official member longer than he has, and that gets some credit where its due. "My name is Emmanuel. I couldn't help but feel some electricity draining out of the air when you walked in." Holy shit dude, really? Are you hitting on the guy right now or something? That sounded like a terrible pickup line at like, the highschool prom or something. "Okay that sounded bad, but I meant it literally. I'm also a user of electrical based powers, and I know we're about to go into a real deal combat situation, so I was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me some pointers on how you use your powers to full effect and or team up to take some people down. I ask, because I haven't been a member but a little while, and I'd like to be able to keep as many members safe as possible, so any advice a more experienced vet like yourself could have would be really useful." That.....should be good? He thinks? Maybe. It may have come off as too nervous. Emmanuel's cocky, but he doesn't want to screw anything up right before something so important.
"Motherf-" Emmanuel cuts himself off before he finishes, now's not the time for cursing. Not the time for a sparring match either apparently, as the siren continues blaring. "Alright fine! I'll kick your fishbutt later!" So there's an option huh? Fight supervillians or deal with a hostage situation? Thats not even a choice though. Obviously he's gonna go over to the prison and kick some butt. He doesn't like bragging about himself too too much, but Emmanuel knows he can really do some damage on the battlefield, so if there is in fact a battle going down, he needs to be there to help mitigate as much damage to others as he can.
But that's besides the point. Other than that, he also just kinda likes fighting. So with a grin and a crackle of electricity in the air, Emmanuel's arms and legs begin to dimly glow. He centers himself and in his head figures out the best way to get to the transport areas and in a split second, crouched and launched himself off, a a pulsating electrical footprint left where he had sprung off from. Many footprints actually. Through many years of running practice, Emmanuel has found that the most efficient way to run is in as many steps as you can possibly take, and he can take a ton. This isn't top speed though, far from it. He reckons it would be a bad idea to let loose a sonic boom indoors, but he's still booking it at about 150 mph. The glowing footprints are a good way for anyone to follow him too, which is why he let them stay there. He doesn't have to make those.
As he runs, lights flicker and dim, currents of electricity leaching out of them and arcing into his body, charging him up to max power, the hair on top of his head standing on end. "Man, I always forget how GREAT it feels to be at full. This is awesome! Not for long though. People could get seriously injured right in just a bit." Sombering up, Emmanuel slows his speed way way down as he hits the transport bay, seeing all the heroes of differing power levels gather for the upcoming shitstorm. Even with his normally carefree attitude, he wears a serious face. Its highly likely that some people here, himself included, might not make it back.
Which is why it'd be nice if he could find someone to work with. He's still relatively new here, and honestly doesn't know the first thing about teamwork. So who could he work with in here? Preferably one of the older members of the League, and someone who's power type could at least not hurt him as well. Of course, there isn't anyone who's power he actually really KNOWS, so thats a bit of a moot p- Wait a second. Ohoho that feels familiar. Oh yeah, thats definitely the feeling of electricity being pulled out of the air. Where's that coming from?
Peering around, Emmanuel searches for the electrical signal closest to his own. That's a particularly useful trick he's picked up over the years. All living things put off an electrical signal, and Emmanuel can search for them and pick them out. They all have a different feeling to them, and he can find out who's who that way. So if there's an electric user, he or she will have a DISTINCTLY different feel about them than anyone else would. And they do! So let's go over and say hello, hmm? Try not to make an ass of ourselves, eh Emmanuel?
"Um excuse me! Bolt! Uh no, that's Volt. Mr. Volt!" Following the trail over to the other electric man, Emmauel calls out to him cautiously. After apparently pissing off Ocean Warrior, he'd like to stay on everyone's good side as much as possible. With a light jog and the clacking of homemade shoes on the floor, the scarred man gets within range of Hi-Voltage. Well, about 5 feet. He's certain that's close enough, especially considering how tingly the air around them must be getting. The electrical concentration is through the roof. "Excuse me," He says with more than a hint of respect in his voice, cause age or not, Hi Voltage has been an official member longer than he has, and that gets some credit where its due. "My name is Emmanuel. I couldn't help but feel some electricity draining out of the air when you walked in." Holy shit dude, really? Are you hitting on the guy right now or something? That sounded like a terrible pickup line at like, the highschool prom or something. "Okay that sounded bad, but I meant it literally. I'm also a user of electrical based powers, and I know we're about to go into a real deal combat situation, so I was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me some pointers on how you use your powers to full effect and or team up to take some people down. I ask, because I haven't been a member but a little while, and I'd like to be able to keep as many members safe as possible, so any advice a more experienced vet like yourself could have would be really useful." That.....should be good? He thinks? Maybe. It may have come off as too nervous. Emmanuel's cocky, but he doesn't want to screw anything up right before something so important.