<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.martialtribes.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/thumbnail_white3-300x169.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>NAME:</strong>Augustus C. Freeman Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15031779#msg150317792)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Costume (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d4/Icon-3.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 21, 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Mid morning till 11:20+ (No CPT)<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Farm to -->Secret Sanctuary, Happy Harbor<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>(Not sure where I fit in...these people are cray cray!)<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Let's Go - Trick Daddy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeHJJaIV3t0j)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>OPEN[/b] | (Should've mentioned everybody: Whew  -  Next post will not be as long...promise)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Yeah, it was simply what it was. He knew It was coming. He made it a point to shower when he got in. He was sure his mom would have noticed the minute details of glass dust on him. She was weird like that! You would have thought she was the one with superpowers. It must be something they teach in Mom 101.<br/><br/>They lived on a farm but they didn’t have one…not really. He had convinced them to have a small wind farm on about ten acres of land and to set up cell towers on them. So he was smart and knew how to at least make his own money. In truth, this was primarily just his place to get out and practice his powers without being discovered but that seemed to NOT work out for him.<em> ‘Go figure!’</em><br/><br/>He went inside and had breakfast and she looked at him with that evil glare. She said nothing.<br/><br/>Neither did he. She looked. He looked back. When she saw he wasn’t going to crack she grabbed the paper.<strong>“Roundabout 1:30 am Resident Hero ‘Icon’.”</strong>She glared at him.<strong>“Foiled an arm bank robbery…It says some other stuff but Augustus Carter Freeman Jr. If I have to tell you one more time to be careful! You are not…”</strong><br/><strong>"Bulletproof?”</strong><br/><strong>“No!”</strong><br/><strong>“Indestructible?”</strong><br/><strong>“NO!”</strong><br/><strong>“Invincible?”</strong><br/><strong>“HELL NO BOY and if you interrupt me one mo’ gin so help me…You will not get another peach cobbler for a damned year.” </strong>His mother said.<br/><br/>Gus said not one more damned word.<br/><br/><strong>“You are not Immortal! There will be people out there that will and can find your weakness if someone can bring down Superman, what chance do you have? You are my baby in every single way but blood…I don’t’ care how indestructible you are or you believe yourself to be. No one is unbeatable son. Now eat yo damned pancakes and go meet your superfriends. Chaucey and Carrie are at school. Don’t forget their autographs.”</strong><br/><br/>Gus rolled his eyes. He was on his second stack of pancakes now.<br/><br/><strong>“And Gus they aren’t as bad as you think. Everyone deserves a chance and for the love of God don’t call Superman, White Jesus please!”</strong>She breathed her frustration. It was his father’s idea to send him to Morehouse and that was after reading Malcolm X. He was scared he was going to call someone ofay before the day was over. People were people, it didn’t matter where they lived or moved, ignorance came in all shapes and colors. She was sure he was going to have a hard time, fitting in if he attitude didn’t change.<br/><br/><strong>“And Dad?”</strong>He asked he and his father had gotten along until he decided against going back to Georgia Tech and wanted to go transfer to Morehouse or Atlanta A&T.<br/><br/><strong>“He left you something over there, he had to get to the office early.”</strong><br/><br/>They had words but his father thought the name on the diploma would be better coming from a better school. Open more doors in the world.  But today…today his father was nowhere to be found, but he did leave a note. There was a reservation for a car rental outside of happy harbor.<br/><br/><em>‘Not like today was important anyway.’</em>He said sour grapes oozing from him, he kept the note in his pocket, he would look at it later.<br/><br/><strong>“Dish duty for you boyo. I gotta go and remember no…”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Opie!”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“No Cracker either. You can’t accuse everyone of being racists before you meet them! You gotta give people a chance.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Chance to stab you in the back..”</strong><br/><strong> “What was that?”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Dish duty love you, mom.”</strong>He moved quickly around the kitchen as she walked out with her purse and car keys. Once she was gone he cleaned the kitchen, the living room most of the house save their bedrooms. He packed up his duffle bag with real people clothes and took off in his Icon costume. Straight up into the air, he was in the upper atmosphere before heading northeast to main.<em> ‘Damn you gotta love flying!’</em>He was going like a bullet he stayed low cause…you know the bag wasn’t fireproof. But he reached Maine fairly quickly, Happy Harbor was easy enough to find. He moved or touched down in an area,  he decided to go the car. He was sure they didn’t care much about Gus…the wanted Icon so that is how he would arrive.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the tower it didn’t look like a Secret HQ, but his place was out in the open, small shed connected to a barn. But it was hidden in a mountain so what did he know. He moved to the doorway to hopefully go inside. He really didn’t know what to expect.<br/><br/>He walked into the place as the doors opened for him. He now had his costume on beneath is clothes. He couldn’t help but be impressed by the gathering here. His eyes looked around falling on the people her, there was the blonde pretty in the superman costume.<em> ‘Supergirl?!?’ </em>Another guy talking to her.  Robin? No Redbird from the reports. He kept up on most supers. It was kind of his thing,<em> ‘Know your enemy.’ </em><br/>Not that he considered them all enemies, but…<em>’ we didn’t land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us!’</em>He looked at the light-skinned woman there she was pretty, nice catsuit. He noticed the necklace that stood out to him.<em>‘Nice piece of jewelry she looks fierce.’</em>This was a collection of who’s who in the superhero world. Would be deities were in this room and strangely enough, they wanted him to join??<br/><br/>He could hear the conversation but didn’t move over just yet. He was in shock when the Batman clone took off his helmet?<em>‘Holy hell, that is Damien Wayne…Billionaire playboy’s son? Guess those playboy days finally caught up with him. He is Redbird? How is that?!?’ </em>He looked at then, the amber hottie was called Vixen, Mari McCabe from the sound of it. The Supergirl chick was Kara. He continued to stay in the background not sure what to think of all of this. He really felt like he was…kind of the token outsider here. All of these powerful peeps, what the hell did they need him for. But since he was here he would listen to their spiel at least. He should go to the food table and try something, surely they weren’t trying to poison or drug him. He closed his eyes behind his mask and breathed.<em>‘Everyone is not out to get you…. Everyone is not out to get you….Thank Mom.’</em><br/><br/>He wasn’t trying to think that but telling him that as she was leaving didn’t help. Sure she was trying to put things in perspective but he still needed to find his way around here.<br/><br/>Then he heard it, it wasn’t loud but it was intentionally forceful.<br/><br/><strong><em>“Lor Zod has arrived.” </em></strong><br/><br/><br/>Gus frowned.<em>‘Did this ninja just say Lord Zod has arrived?!? Oh hell naw I am out! Ain’t nobody my damned Lord!’ </em>He thought as he was fully in the room now almost touching the food table but now too far from the door to not be noticed leaving.<br/><br/>He turned to spot the girl in the purple cape and hood.<em>‘Ok needs a damned tan!’</em><br/><br/>Ok so he wasn’t fond of white people but even he couldn’t help but to stand in awe as Superman hugged the one called Kara…they were family.<em>‘Damn how cool is that…I guess but wasn’t as sure before now. ‘</em>His own siblings were jealous but he was able to not making them feel so powerless against them but toning his down and doing normal things with them.<br/><br/>He looked at Aquaman interact with Vixen and found himself smirking.<em> ‘Ok, a really cool white dude…no…atlantean…doesn’t count…do they have black people there?’ </em>He quickly shook the thought off.  He did catch himself looking over Vixen and couldn't help but to admire....the suit...yeah that is what he was admiring.  Thinking about the way he was looking at her, feeling his mother smack him in the back of the head already.<br/><br/>He could hear most of the conversations, but he focused on the groups.<br/><br/>He overheard Damien asked why<em> ‘Lord Zod’</em>was released from Blackgate.<em>‘His lordship was in prison…good for him. Under the circumstances, it probably wasn’t long enough considering his first retort was ‘Lord Zod has arrived.’</em><br/><br/>The smoke happened and Gus looked and there was a bed by the snack table.<em>‘Guess I won’t be getting any snacks today as he moved back now.’ </em>The dude seemed none the worse for wear at the broken bed, but then he pulled out his phone and headphones and just stretched the hell out?!?<em>‘Oh wow?!?’ His eyes relaxed as he shook his head.<br/><br/>When she came in he couldn’t help but notice her. <em>‘Damn…be still my heart. She is PHAT!!!’ </em> He looked at her.  ‘Raquel…the name of my future wife!’ </em>He teased himself as but he looked around with a bit of focus. It might not be too bad here.<br/><br/>Then he came in. He was aware of Static. He had seen some of his exploits. Smart lightning powers primarily but given what they described about him it was more EM abilities so he could very well be pretty powerful.<br/><br/><em>‘Damn did everyone have to announce their arrival and he missed the memo? Hmm seems laughing boy knew the hottie. Go figure.’ </em><br/><br/>He shrugged only to move to at least get something to drink. Seems<em>‘Heir Wayne’</em>had a penchant for chocolate as well.<em> ‘But of course, he did!!! Look at her who wouldn’t.’</em><br/><br/>