˙ ˖ ✶ Shephard
The end of his world tour was supposed to signal his return back to Halcyon. Beckoning what should've been a time for peace and relaxation, to be able to indulge in all the memories he'd missed with Shep, and all of the friends he'd introduced him to. That would never come to pass, not since the new broke out about how the Greenscreen heroes had fallen from grace. There were no answers to the multitude of texts he'd sent the day the news hit, and he knew Shephard was smart so he'd lose any sort of trail or way the heroes could track him, but still, Arden's heart could never give up hope, that was his power wasn't it, his mission to spread across the world.
And as he sat on the edge of the helicopter eyeing the black dome that covered his city, his only thoughts were of those of his friends, and how they were fairing inside this hellscape. Starchild ordered the helicopter to circle once, twice, even so far as three times but no matter what there wasn't any openings. Until the moment came that a man began to work on the dome, Arden couldn't really tell if he was an ex miracle or not but what he was doing seemed to be working, once there was a crack, he descended from the sky. The turbulent winds wafting his hair in every direction as his hand snapped and a key flickered into existence. As his powers manifested and the pleiades guided his journey inside the dome, using his star motes to light the way to the one he desired most.
Cacophonies of shrieks and screams swallowed entire blocks, fire and blood raining down on every street, but Starchild steeled himself, concentrating on that familiar feeling and the singular thread that lead to him. A winged creature swooped aiming towards the man he'd been searching over, and he smiled, a star mote whooshed past him, crashing into the creatures mouth dragging it's coughing body back into a the oncoming horde as it exploded in a blast of prismatic light.
"Sorry I'm late," Starchild said as he walked into view. "Are you hurt?" He didn't care about anything else at the moment as his eyes scanned for any visible wounds he could tend to immediately. "Y'know as far as homecoming themes go, demonic apocalypse was not on the list of things I would've hoped for."
Hearing more things heading their way, he sighed. "How many puppets do you have left?" @savioresque
