SpyGlass

The Supernovas

Rowan sighed, squatting on the rooftop he'd been at for a while now, looking down below. "Eugh, I can't even see what's going on." He started to sculpt his box meant for Allen into a big brick, though on closer inspection, it seemed to be composed of little lead needles. The thing floated in midair as he worked, trying to give each one of the things a jagged edge and a slight curve, making them into harder to remove 'hooks'. He looked down, trying to discern who he'd needed to slam his mass of lead hooks into.

Young Justice

I have a total of one question.
1. Are characters still being accepted?

The Supernovas

Rowan was watching all this unfold, and to be honest kinda panicked. He considered putting a spike inside the box. The spike formed, a narrow and slender thing made of lead. Rowan sighed, looking down at Allen. "I am leagues above you, and yet when I look down I feel the urge to cry." Feeling a desire for mercy, he simply broke the spike into a group of small hand-sized fists made of lead. He started to hail them down one by one, the eight fists all hailing down. His box remained stationary, and he just waited for results.

The Supernovas

Rowan didn't hear the instructions due to his mind fixating on a passing butterfly. He did however drift up onto a rooftop, looking down on Allen. He looked around, feeling for a new material to experiment with. A lead pipe... yes. He looked down at Allen, starting to try and sculpt walls of a lead box in the air above. He didn't waste any time in getting out the dimensions and finite details. "On such a short notice, I kind of need something to do." He started to slowly thicken the walls accordingly, not yet lowering them in place.

The Supernovas

I guess I'll post. I'm just afraid of too much 'me' concentrated in one part of text. It's why I don't instantly and immediately reply to a reply.

The Supernovas

Rowan got up from his little pocket, taking out the funding from the cloth wrapping on his body. He stuffed it in the pocket, and made a wooden staircase down. He then started to look around for a second, and then thought of something. He ripped a wooden cube from a tree and threw it away from the home, catching it with the other hand. He used his power to make the cube float forward, as he tried to go after those who left. "Leave me to my own devices for a minute, things fall apart." He wiggled as he hung there, twisting and trying to swing his body so he didn't slam into anything.

Final Fantasy XIII: The revenge of God

I might be in. Might be. But for all intents and purposes, count me in for the time being.

The Supernovas

Rowan looked to the funding handed over to him, unsure how to react. "I... can't do this. I don't know -anything- about who I am. Any family... Anything." He looked around, astonished. He brushed off his bizarre outfit a bit, setting the funds within one of the red cloth wraps. "I appreciate your trust and respect. I cannot help you at this time... however." He then started to sculpt his wood reserves into a small platform, and drifted up to the roof. He proceeded to just lie there, the wood holding him in as a pocket. "I need to be alone for the time being." He sighed, looking to the sky.

The Supernovas

Rowan nodded. "I can stand up on my own. I don't need to run anymore. I may not remember my home state, or if I'm even a citizen of this country, but I can handle myself just fine." He started to look away from Carter, as if no longer acknowledging him. Rowan flipped up his hood, as if to try and shield his face from views from the side. He sighed, nodding to Sky. "I met you... about ten minutes ago. But I understand you really well. When the chips are down, I'll be locked in a lab again, under watch by a -new- freak with a pen and a pad." He then curled up on the edge of the boat in fetal position, gritting his teeth. He shivered a wee bit, trying to form a wooden dome around himself on the boat.

The Supernovas

Rowan saw that the others were taking off without him, and as such got flustered. The water wasn't a big deal, right? But no, he didn't think he'd have remembered how to swim. Rowan looked onward to the boat drifting off, frowning. He stepped back to the opposite edge of the ship, as he passed the hatch he drew out his wooden block material used below. He then rushed forward, shooting up a pillar below his feet, attempting to leap out to them, wooden corkscrews forming in midair from the big old cubes below to slow his descent. "Don't leave me behind." About to land, all the material used became one with his baton on his back, making it a two-handed utensil now.