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Originally Posted by Don't Panic
~Lilly~
"eh... i have no clue!" she said, giving a small chuckle. he's heavy enough i can't pick him up..." she said, sighing and grabbing his arm, testing to see if she could drag him. "i can drag him around," she said, correcting her first words. "what's your hero name, exactly?" she said, carefully, "i mean, we're new heroes i guess!" she laughed, giving a small wave. "mine's plague raven, i'm pretty sure. yes? yes."
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{Armel}{He/Him}
He felt his burst of energy leave him.
There goes Endurance. He sighed, suddenly exhausted. Now neither of them could carry him.
“Yeah me neither.” He said returning her chuckle. Should they call the police? Armel was immediately disenchanted with that option. The police had always meant bad news for him.
Her next question jolted up his spine like electricity. A hero? Him? He stood for a second, stunned by the thought. No no no, he wasn’t reliable or strong. He couldn’t fight crime and commit crimes at the same time! He should just hand his armband off to someone else. But something echoed in the back of his mind.
For once you can’t just give up. There are people relying on you this time. The thought almost made him chuckle ruefully. Even though he knew it was true. Good people never bought things from him. Who would get this armband if he sold it? And didn’t Plague Raven need a partner. Well at least someone who could help her get unpinned so she could snap necks. He let out a long sigh. How annoying.
“I guess I’ll be Oberon.” Yeah yeah, basically a synonym to his real name, but what was he supposed to say in the heat of the moment? Besides she didn’t know him. He pulled out his phone.
“I guess we call the police?”