[The elevator dings and then drops with a hum, smoothly riding down the shaft as easily as a stone dropped into water. Kyuketsuki rests his hands behind him as he leans his shoulders to the wall, eyes lingering on Chargebolt and occasionally drifting to the wall. At least the fabric-covered surface doesn't offer the weird reflections some fancy elevators have.
He doesn't seem to mind the surge of power beside him, attention drawing to the sparks. The look in his eyes is akin to a child seeing fireworks or lightning, a quiet awe and fascination obvious in his two-toned gaze.]
Sometimes that's hard to believe. [His words are less of a challenge and more a thoughtful reminder. Yelling at Denki or abandoning him to the press, always looking surly and not happy to be there unless he's boasting over his success, not a word of teamwork unless it's to boost his own leadership...] Oh, I'm aware of underground heroes. I'm also aware that some of those heroes can be bought.
[The ugly truths of hero corruption, even if exposed, doesn't mean expunged. With a soft "bong" noise, the elevator comes to a stop and opens up to a far more "business-like" area of the power plant. People work on computers and machines, offices with presentations going, readouts on long strips of "paper" that form a mobius strip for reusing the sheets, complete with bleaching and drying. A series of elevated, barred catwalks serve as hallways above the busy floor and Kyuketsuki leads Chargebolt onto them.
Provided he follows. The man turns to face him, silently watching in a quiet but obvious admiration.]
I'm leaving that up to the heroes. What I can do now is prepare for the oncoming struggle... and protect my own.
[As for that last statement, his eyes linger on Denki's own.]
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He doesn't seem to mind the surge of power beside him, attention drawing to the sparks. The look in his eyes is akin to a child seeing fireworks or lightning, a quiet awe and fascination obvious in his two-toned gaze.]
Sometimes that's hard to believe. [His words are less of a challenge and more a thoughtful reminder. Yelling at Denki or abandoning him to the press, always looking surly and not happy to be there unless he's boasting over his success, not a word of teamwork unless it's to boost his own leadership...] Oh, I'm aware of underground heroes. I'm also aware that some of those heroes can be bought.
[The ugly truths of hero corruption, even if exposed, doesn't mean expunged. With a soft "bong" noise, the elevator comes to a stop and opens up to a far more "business-like" area of the power plant. People work on computers and machines, offices with presentations going, readouts on long strips of "paper" that form a mobius strip for reusing the sheets, complete with bleaching and drying. A series of elevated, barred catwalks serve as hallways above the busy floor and Kyuketsuki leads Chargebolt onto them.
Provided he follows. The man turns to face him, silently watching in a quiet but obvious admiration.]
I'm leaving that up to the heroes. What I can do now is prepare for the oncoming struggle... and protect my own.
[As for that last statement, his eyes linger on Denki's own.]
... you are now.