young avengers assemble? [active, closed]
Characters: Billy, Tommy and Kate
Content: A handful of costumed crimefighters unite to face the, uh, clubhouse no single super hero can ... redecorate.
Location: the YA clubhouse, wherever the hell that is
Time of day: Early afternoon or thereabouts
Warnings: Tommy?
It had turned out to be a bit easier than Billy had expected to find a bicycle that was in one piece and a pump that worked, and, while it was a little hazardous negotiating a path in between the rubble and broken glass and abandoned cars on some streets, it still beat normal Manhattan during the rush hour. Not that he could really relax, what with having to keep an eye out for crabs, and a couple of times an end of his cape got stuck in the bike ... okay, maybe he should have left the cape at home.
Yeah, he could have teleported, and if his magic was what it had been then maybe he would've, but it wasn't and he still wasn't one hundred percent sure how much he could manage a day. He didn't want to teleport one way, exhaust himself on generating curtains or whatever it was Tommy wanted him to do, and then have to walk back and not be able to zap any crabs or psychos he might run into.
Billy stopped the bike outside the building that would have been the clubhouse if this city wasn't one where everything was full of monsters and super heroes didn't exist, and, looking up at the broken windows, sighed. Time to put his fixing-things capacity to the test, he supposed.
"Hey! Anyone home?"
Content: A handful of costumed crimefighters unite to face the, uh, clubhouse no single super hero can ... redecorate.
Location: the YA clubhouse, wherever the hell that is
Time of day: Early afternoon or thereabouts
Warnings: Tommy?
It had turned out to be a bit easier than Billy had expected to find a bicycle that was in one piece and a pump that worked, and, while it was a little hazardous negotiating a path in between the rubble and broken glass and abandoned cars on some streets, it still beat normal Manhattan during the rush hour. Not that he could really relax, what with having to keep an eye out for crabs, and a couple of times an end of his cape got stuck in the bike ... okay, maybe he should have left the cape at home.
Yeah, he could have teleported, and if his magic was what it had been then maybe he would've, but it wasn't and he still wasn't one hundred percent sure how much he could manage a day. He didn't want to teleport one way, exhaust himself on generating curtains or whatever it was Tommy wanted him to do, and then have to walk back and not be able to zap any crabs or psychos he might run into.
Billy stopped the bike outside the building that would have been the clubhouse if this city wasn't one where everything was full of monsters and super heroes didn't exist, and, looking up at the broken windows, sighed. Time to put his fixing-things capacity to the test, he supposed.
"Hey! Anyone home?"