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[teensungod]

[Outside the castle, any passing on-lookers will be treated to an interesting sight this morning. A young boy clad wearing a ridiulous yellow cape is standing outside and staring up at the sky with a frown. He seems to be concentrating hard on something, and when that doesn't work he'll start hopping up and curse every time his feet touch the ground.

Kid Apollo can't fly, and he's not very happy about that.]


[ooc: Loss start! Open to anyone!]

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[teensungod]

[He glares at her. Did she really just insult his cape? Bitch.]

I've never had a need to pretend. I was too busy saving the worlds with my friends.

[20thcentury]

[Capes are dumb!!!! It's a true fact.]

Saving the world, do you? From what, bedbugs and ice cream headaches?

[teensungod]

[He grits his teeth.]

From enemies that would destroy them!

[20thcentury]

[Wow, teasing this kid is fun.]

Well, fine. Are you successful at it?

[teensungod]

Yes, or I wouldn't be standing here, would I?

[20thcentury]

Ha. You've got me there, haven't you?

What's your name, Mr. Hero?

[teensungod]

[He crosses his arms again and considers ignoring her. For a moment.]

Kid Apollo.

[20thcentury]

[A pause.

And a long stair.

Well, he's certainly got the colour scheme down ...]

And who's on your team, Kid Apollo?

[teensungod]

[He furrows his brows at her. Why would she even..]

Nestling, Contractor, the Intern, Jack Hatfield, and...Daybreaker. We're the Authoriteens.

wow i'm the best at spelling *STARE..... not stair, lmao

[20thcentury]

[She manages not to burst out laughing at "Authoriteens," so at least there's that.]

No Century Baby amongst you, then? Strange.

I've got an Apollo on my team, you know. He can't fly here either, though he's not as sour about it.

[teensungod]

Century Baby? No...not that I'm aware of.

[He stares at her a bit more wary now.] And what team would that be?

[20thcentury]

[Hmmm she should probably not explain this to him, should she? Who the hell knows. Children are not Jenny's strong suit.] Oh, we haven't really got a name. Sort of an informal thing, really.

[teensungod]

[He doesn't look like he's totally convinced.] How many members do you have?

[20thcentury]

Including little ol' me? Seven.

[teensungod]

And you don't have a name? A team signifies unity, and there can't be any unity without a team name.

...Unless you all wear matching costumes or something.

[20thcentury]

Ha, no, only two of us really do the whole costume thing. They match though, sort of a yin-yang sort of thing. Bit tacky if you ask me.

[teensungod]

[He didn't.]

Are you the only member of your team that was brought here?

[20thcentury]

The two matchy-matchy blokes are here as well.

[teensungod]

Oh...well at least you have people here who you're familiar with.

[He's maybe the slightest bit bitter about that.]

[20thcentury]

[She smiles a little at that, clapping him on the shoulder.]

Don't worry. I'm sure you'll be reunited with your teammates soon enough.

[teensungod]

[He nods, slowly.]

They'll come looking for me if I'm gone for long.

[20thcentury]

[She nods, continuing to smile. She's sure as soon as Midnighter notices he's gone, he'll flip his shit in every way.]

I'm sure they well.