LET THERE BE LIGHT

Anyone can slay a dragon… but try waking up every morning and loving the world all over again. That’s what takes a real hero.

“Did you know this place has a Wikipedia page?” The question wasn’t one that she’d put much thought into before letting it pass her lips, and she hoped that she wasn’t speaking to an empty room. Not that it was an uncommon occurrence for her recently, but she’d been told the wristband would help with that. “I mean, we have Wikipedia pages. Most of us, as far as I can tell. Isn’t that a bit crazy? What’s next, a fanclub?” Looking up from the laptop screen, she gave the person (thankfully a live one) a small grin.

“I’m afraid several of us do, in fact, have fanclubs.” Zaire looked up with amusement shining in his eyes and painted on his lips. He hadn’t expected it – the attention of the public and the watchful eyes of the media – and while he still wasn’t used to it, it was slowly becoming another part of life. He couldn’t exactly blame the outside world for their interest in the ‘extraordinary people’ of Metro City. His first few weeks in the program had been spent in wide eyed wonder, as he scrolled through countless articles about the supers of the tower, however, he had recently begun to realize that you could only learn so much from such research. People would only reveal as much as they wanted to, and there was no knowing whether there was any reliability or truth to the articles found online. “Although, I’m not really sure why. Most of us haven’t done anything remarkable, at least not yet.”

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“Am I Scully or are you Scully? This is an important question to answer before we go forth and fight crime in a science fiction manner.” She looked up at the older boy, laughing softly. “I don’t think I’d mind going from superhero to special agent.”

"I've always been more of a Mulder person, myself, but maybe neither of us is Scully. We could be an entirely new pair of paranormal investigators. I wouldn’t mind too much either, but if I could keep the superpowers and still be a special agent, that would be ideal.”

Emerie fought the urge to smirk. As if he wasn’t going to tell her his name–he’d already told her everything else. To prove her point his hand was outstretched a moment later and this time she did smirk. “Zaire,” she nodded her head, taking his hand and shaking it lightly. “Pleasure’s all mine.” To say that she was smug about the whole situation wouldn’t have been far off–she took a large amount of pleasure in getting information from people, especially if they didn’t realize what they were saying. “I don’t think it’s unfair at all,” she admitted, relaxing back into the couch with a nonchalant shrug. “Some people like talking and other people like listening. Maybe you just didn’t ask the right questions.” Pausing, she turned to look at him only to roll her eyes and let out a small snort. “What’re you doing?” She motioned to his face, laughing. “You look ridiculous, stop that. I’ll give you one. One question and one answer. Deal?”

He raised an eyebrow in response, laughter still dancing in his eyes – Zaire hadn’t really expected the whole ‘puppy dog eyes’ thing to work in the first place. “Just one?” He leaned back in his seat, arms folding into each other as if he were contemplating what to say next. “You’re going to have to give me time to think of a good question, then.” There was something too blatantly obvious about repeating his question about her abilities, so he would have to come up with something. “If...you could leave here and go anywhere in the world, where would you go?” It was stupid and he knew it. Zaire found himself wincing internally at the question, but it was too late – his one question was wasted.

“Wrong?” Femke offered the question as if she had not a clue what he could be talking about, despite the lines that ran clearly down her face, reflecting the lights not presented by his fingertips vividly. “Nothing’s wrong.” The crack in her voice betrayed otherwise, as did the failed attempt at another smirk. Her lips were trembling too viciously.

It was so typically Femke to be denying any type of emotion too far outside of her usual snarky persona, and Zaire offered her a pained smile mirroring that on her own face before he shut the door behind them.

friend-making 101 || zaire & fionn

He’s wandering the building looking for some sort of distraction when he hears someone call his name. Zaire. America’s golden boy turns his head only to lay eyes on the subject of his envy – Captain Impossible himself. He blinks once. Twice. Then the signature grins tugs the corner of Zaire’s lips and suddenly his face transforms into the epitome of charm. At last, his distraction had been found.