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Help I'm so far behind

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Good lord so much text

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I'm not gonna be able to post today, just carry on the scene like Lorne wasn't there.

Sooooorrrryyyyy

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@Avali good, good

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I go to bed in twenty minutes so I probably won't be able to write anything, sorruy

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What up

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

October 28th, 4:09 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia

Harris watched Bubba as he collapsed to the ground, finally beaten. Harris stood finally, dropping the remains of the tree and sighing as he looked over the carnage.

The ones in the jeeps had gotten away, so there went his reputation as a cryptid, now everyone knew he was real, not that it really mattered, he was going to achieve full avatarhood in a little while anyway so he'd have a lot more to worry about than a few hillbillies knowing he was real, and hell, the whole planet would know he was real once he started working worldwide.

For now, he'd have to handle the unconscious hillbillies.

Now just to bring them into town, well, now that a great number of people knew he was real, what did a few more matter? Yeah, he supposed it was time to reveal himself.

4:30 PM

Hope Springs was quiet that day, a few kids sitting on the sidewalks and smoking silently the only people here, well, except for those meth heads that had passed out as soon as Harris came into view, carrying every one of the hillbillies on his shoulders, not even using his hands, just using a few vines to secure them to his shoulders. The kids on the sidewalks looked up from their silent episodes of depression to see a giant bug man striding down the street.

Harris stopped and looked at the most pathetic looking one, clearly terrified about his future, and offered him a small smile and a flower, it was all he could do for the poor kid, who looked at him with a look of shock and wonder before he began to cry. Harris smiled at him and walked away, noticing an ever-growing crowd coming out of the wood-work to stare at him.

It was weird to be the center of attention for the first time ever, and a bit uncomfortable, but Harris could handle it. He dropped the hillbillies to the ground next to him and beckoned over the arriving police officers, pointing at the men as to demonstrate that they were criminals. Meanwhile, he noticed a small girl among the crowd. The girl broke from her mother and ran up, despite her mother's protests. Harris knelt next to her, she was adorable, precious even. Harris held up a finger for a moment as to stop her from moving and stop her mother from fretting. He closed his hand, and opened it to reveal a circular vine with flowers growing all over. He placed it atop her head and smiled at her delight.

This is what he wanted to do with his life.

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@NewShoesForever@Avali

As the man turned around to look at him, Lorne could do nothing but pull his hands back and dispel the illusion, attempting to get distance from the obviously incensed... smiling man. Why the hell was he smiling? That was actually terrifying. Lorne placed the knife behind his back in a vain attempt to hide it from the man, while placing a hand on his mask and offering a bow.

"Sorry sir, I noticed that your harness was a little tight so I was attempting to fix it for you," he lied politely, hopefully he'd be able to do some damage control, though that was looking less likely. Nervously, Lorne fingered the amulet that rested on his milk-colored and scarred throat, carrying a long and hideous scar from when he died. "My apologies if you mistook it for something else, I'm just trying to help out."

He also noticed the woman that the man had been talking to and offered her a tip of his hood, it was always good for a prince like he had been to be polite, though his wife probably wouldn't have agreed there. Not to say he wasn't loyal, even two hundred years later he had honored her memory, and had never taken another to bed, it was the least he could do.

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Forgot to mention @NewShoesForever

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Unfortunately for Lorne, the argument didn't accelerate to violence, he would have enjoyed watching that. He sighed as he finished off the last piece of bread. He supposed it was fun to watch them yell at each-other a bit. He did notice the exotic weaponry of many of the people in the bar, who all seemed heavily armored and armed despite being in a simple drinking establishment. The most intriguing man was the bronze-skinned man who carried a weapon that he hadn't seen in quite some time, a black powder thing. Those cost a ton.

In fact, if he could sell that, he could get a crap-ton of money. First he needed to get the guy to somehow misplace it. That sword too, those would be pretty big objects to just lose, good thing he had a full arsenal of scrolls and rings. He placed a ring of illusionary magic on his right pointer finger and invisibly pointed at the musket on the man's back. A small flash being the only noticeable effect of an illusionary copy assuming the same space as the real weapon.

Slow and steady, he thought as he slowly placed a hand on the real musket, avoiding any contact with the man's body. The musket faded into invisibility along with him as he drew a knife and deftly placed it against the harness that tied it to the man's body.

Then he flickered back into sight.

Oh no.