<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/be/9d/af/be9daf287d1d8546eb504c0c705f58ee.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/3ibRLkx.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Virgil Hawkins | Static (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035995#msg15035995)<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Gucci shoes, gucci belt, designer jeans, custom jean vest and black tank top &gt; Hero Uniform<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> Saturday, August 22nd<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> 3:30am<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Happy Hour[Bar] &gt; Scene of the Crime<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Drunken good times, quick sobering up, crankiness<br/>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>  Lightning</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> The fighting was intense but short, sweet, and to the point. He and Lightning worked well together, and that wasn't even taking their similar powers into account. Just as both of them were trained by Jefferson(one more than the other, Jenn would probably never let him hear the end of), they had similar ways of efficiency and getting things handled. Virgil just liked to have more fun. Being grim and brooding like Batman or serious and stout like Superman was all well and good. <br/><br/>But in his opinion, everybody needed to blow some steam off and laugh sometimes to keep the weight of being a hero, the weight of protecting the world, or the galaxy from crushing you completely beneath it. And he was a genius, so obviously his opinion was one of the right ones. Yeah...that was definitely how it works. After their teamwork took out the entire warehouse, Virgil took a quick picture from the ceiling showing all the guys knocked out, and Lightning still at work. He posted it up on his official social media account, hashtag and all. <br/><br/>He even sent a copy to her dad, knowing that Jeff had no choice but to be proud that his daughter was following in his footsteps. He looked down as she collected all the guns, and once they were all in a pile, nodded in appreciation. "Okay. You get that done, I'll clean this mess up." As she went off to do her thing, he flexed his hand, engulfing all of the guns in his electricity and hoisting them into the air. <br/><br/>Without moving, all of the magazines and bullets in the chambers were ejected, and dumped neatly into a nearby box. All of the guns were dropped into a box next to it, and as this was a warehouse and they were made of metal, he lifted both boxes into the air with one hand, then aimed his other at the gangsters on the floor, zapping them all in a massive blast that only ended with each one having their hands and feet cuffed by writhing electricity that was harder to break out of than steel.<br/><br/> He had finished up around the same time Lightning got done with her final sweep of the warehouse. She asked the status and he gave her a thumbs up. "Green across the board, and all these degenerates can sleep it off behind bars. At least they'll have a cool story to tell about how they got their asses handed to them by Lightning and Static. You even get first billing on the team-up name," he said with a wink. "Now we just get in contact with the authorities, tell em what we got for em' and they'll send some Uni's to get everything sorted away. Not a bad first team-up if I say so myself, Lightning."<br/></span><br/>