Righteous Lad
Finale [ Righteous Lad / Silver League HQ ]
Finally back home and ready to return to the swing of things after being away for six days, Righteous Lad waits at the public Samaritan Facility for his team. Though, he decides to help himself to some breakfast at the cafeteria while passing the time. Just as he's finishing building a tray with a couple of pancakes, scrambled eggs, a cup of yogurt, a toast of bread, and three sausage links - someone approaches him with news to share.
“Hey, Righteous Lad! Did you hear the A.D.A is coming here later today?” A cheery heroine asks with a tray of her own in hand.
“Hey, Glitter Pop. And no, I haven't. Been dealing with… family stuff. What's the occasion?” He asks the blonde while turning to head toward the nearest vacant seat, knowing she'd follow alongside him to continue the conversation. She does so without fail.
“I hear it's to promote and establish a sub-team for the new generation of samaritans! Like, working directly with them as interns or something like that.” She answers to the best of her knowledge. It's a response that makes Tyson arch a brow in confusion.
“What? Isn't that what the Silver League is supposed to be? And what about the guys above us and just below them? We're going to be cutting the line to be the new faces representing America?” Tyson asks before taking a bite out of his toast.
“Hmmm… That's a good question. But! Some of the guys in the Gem and Ruby ranks are kind of old. And they also already handle more intense stuff than we do here.” The blonde reasons before opening her 1 liter bottle of orange juice.
“Yeah, I guess they don't necessarily have to strive for anything more. But what's going to be the criteria, I wonder…? Popularity? Powers? Skill sets? Jobs done? Teams? Will it also make the people here even more divided and resentful toward one another?”
“You think they'll pick only the strongest samaritans?” Glitter pop asks.
“I don't know. I'd imagine they'd want replacements that are at least nearly as strong as their best. Acrobatics can only get a normal person so far, but who knows? I have no idea how they'll decide to make their choices.” Tyson answers.
“Guess we'll find out soon enough.”
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[ Righteous Lad / 4 Hours Later Back At The Silver League HQ ]
“Greetings and salutations, samaritans fresh and seasoned!” The booming, fairly deep masculine voice that's as smooth as sweet cherry wine and belonging to none other than the greatest icon in America - Captain Righteous - carries across the massive gathering hall. It's a pretentious auditorium with walls of stainless white and both seats & carpet flooring of crimson red, and barely gets any use outside of special occasions that don't come often at all. It's built to hold a capacity of 40,000 people, but so many have shown up that the entrance doors have to be kept open so that those outside can see or at least hear what's being said. The isles are packed with heroes who are either sitting or leaning against something, while some of those who can fly spectate between 20 and 40 feet inside of the 60 feet tall room. The balcony above is just as packed. All of whom have come to listen to the strongest and most selfless official Samaritan in the 'business’. A man with a herculean physique underneath a snug and brilliant white suit with minor america-based colors and a vaguely familiar decal at the center of his chest. His beard thick, yet kempt. His brown hair is kept short and simple. Lastly, his skin is fair.
“I know this is quite sudden and that you're all probably wondering what the American Deeds Association could possibly want to announce. Well, my friends and I are very aware they've been at this job for two decades, going on three now.” Captain Righteous begins, turning to gesture toward the other big name heroes behind him. Madam Ankh, a 5’10 tall woman with a toned physique adorn by light garbs and jewelry made up of a mixture of bits from her Egyptian & Central Africa heritage. Her skin holds a dark-ish tanned complexion, her eyes are pupiless and purely white with black eyeliner around her sockets, her wavy hair is a shade of midnight blue while also being long enough to reach her hamstrings. Her attire consists of black cloth & leather while any metal or jewelry share a brilliant shade of cyan.
Major - a veteran of the Winter War who has no powers whatsoever, but is a master in the arts of covert tactics, hand-to-hand judo, infiltration, and has access to military grade and beyond equipment. He stands at 6’2 feet tall, fair skin, and an attire that hides most of his distinct features. A military bowl helmet, a thin jacket with black and gray camouflage patterns all over it, a black turtleneck sweater underneath his open jacket, combat gloves on his hands, a utility belt with various pouches on it, black cargo pants that tuck neatly into a pair of shin-high black combat boots. Of course, there's also the goggles he wears on his face.
And then there's finally Lieutenant Outpace, or simply Outpace for short. Another veteran of the Winter War, though he hails from Scotland. His skin is the fairest on the stage. Thanks to the visor of his pilot helmet being up, it's possible to see that his eyes are of a radiant gold color. His mustache-less beard is ginger red, and his physique is lean yet built athletically while standing at a height of 6’0 feet tall. His attire is red and white, as well as made up of form fitting leather and very light armor plating.
“And we know it's only a matter of time until some of us will need to or want to step down. Not just us, but contenders who also had the potential to fill our boots. And it would be a shame not to handpick successors to fill in the void and be the new reliable faces of this great nation!” Captain Righteous continues. His words stir up a bit of low incoherent chatter throughout the room.
“Of course… I do not believe that any who we decide to endorse will be the definitive people to take our spots. Even so, I cannot deny the strong pull our choices will have on the public at large. It's practically a guarantee with our backing. So, with that said, I'd like to inform you all that we'll be spectating the lot of you at random. Us and trusted associates within the government. We'll be sorting through members of the Silver League only, and narrowing down new potential contenders until we're ready to make our choices. It could be four members, could be less, could be more. It may begin tomorrow, tonight, next week, or next month. But what I can definitely assure you of is that we will be fair and not be biased toward reputation or amount of work done in the past.”
T H O O O M ! ! ! He concludes his explanation with immaculate timing! Nearly immediately when his last word passes, a ground shaking crackle of thunder strikes the city street nearby with enough force to knock countless of the Samaritans inside the building off their feet.
“What.. Was THAT?” Alexecute asks while clutching onto the armrests of her seat.
“Sounded like… Thunder? Is it raining?” Righteous Lad questions with an arching brow. Just right after, an abnormally strong wind begins blowing by and disturbing the peace even further. It's then and there that both Captain Righteous and Righteous Lad simultaneously decide to investigate the commotion.
“I’m going to go see what's up…” / “I'll go see what's going on out there.” The two take off at the same time, though Tyson holds the lead. The pair of patriotic heroes rush within reasonable speed to navigate through the halls and rush out of the front door. They ascend upward 50 feet to get a good position to spot the trouble out and about, but not only does their search not take long at all but they discover it's not villains disrupting the quiet afternoon, but Deities. Divine beings who seem to be gathering from the sky and toward a bus stop as the focus point. Some on large spheres of winds, some on pegasus horses galloping on thin air, a few on fiery platforms made of nothing but burning flames, and lastly–
“What is going on…?” Tyson questions as he looks up in disbelief. Overhead he sees a ginormous tsunami wave that could easily wash away the city like a speck in the wind, creeping closer. Somehow, it stops short of invading the town's shores while casting a giant shadow. It holds in place while those atop of it begin descending upon large serpent-like bodies of water they ride like surfboards all the way down to solid ground, where the watery platforms disperse. They too join the crowd as the tsunami retreats back toward the ocean.
“They're Olympians…” Captain Righteous comments.
“Huh?” Tyson arches a brow and then looks toward the large group of deities. He notices their familiar garbs from back when he was at Mount Olympus just a day or so ago.
“Oh, yeah. I think you're right.”
“But what are they doing here?” The elder of two inquires more so to himself than his younger associate. He flies forward and lowers to investigate the unusual gathering. Tyson of course follows right behind him.
“Pardon me, may I ask what brings you all here?” The mature hero asks shortly after touching down. His question draws the attention of everyone present.
“Ah, the Agent of Olympus. Perfect timing! We could use a guide to help in exploring the world of mortals.” A blonde woman states with a smile. Her way of addressing the biggest Samaritan in America brings forth a soft and curious frown upon Tyson's face.
“Agent of Olympus?” The young man repeats while looking toward the taller male.
“Another time, Righteous Lad.” The hero in white murmurs toward the other in response. Then his attention shifts toward the Olympian tourists.
“I wouldn't mind, but this is quite the sudden visit and show of people. Is there a festivity taking place soon? What's the occasion?” He attempts to pry details from the bunch.
“A puppet questioning his betters? We owe you no explanation, but if you must know, I'M here to see how much the realm of mortals has developed.” A male speaks up to answer for himself.
“I see. Forgive me, Thanatos. I meant no offense.” Captain Righteous assures calmly.
“Did your time among these beings inflate your ego, oh wise and strong puppet? Or perhaps, you have become possessive of this territory?” A woman's voice snidely chimes in.
“Of course not, lady Terpsichore. I would not even dream of assuming I could dictate where any of you may set foot.” Captain Righteous responds. During this, Tyson's scowl and suspicion begins fortifying. However, it's then that two people from the crowd of around 50 deities step forward to address Righteous Lad.
“Brother Konnence!” A female’s voice calls out to the hero in charcoal black and green. He looks over to see that it's Ligheonis, who's accompanied by his brother Orpheus. Both appear to be holding gold luggages
“You two are here, too?” Tyson questions.
“We FOUR. Asclepius and Apollonis are here, too. That aside, how have you been faring?” Orpheus questions with a smile.
“Pretty good. I'm just confused as to why a bunch of Gods just showed up out of the blue.” The hero responds as he crosses his arms.
“Weeeeeell… Your tales of America sounded very interesting. We may have caused things to escalate to this point when sharing your other stories with friends, who told their friends. By ‘'we’, I'm including you, by the way!” Ligheonis informs.
“You're kidding…” Tyson blinks with a mild look of shock on his face.
“No, she's not. It's very much true! I even wrote and performed a song of your adventures. It even got to a point where I defended your honor and credibility of your tales within heated debates. Word got around and curiosity among us grew.” Orpheus concurs.
“I was just there just a day or so ago, though. It spread THAT fast?” Tyson questions.
“Yes! Gods typically act upon their desires and wishes on a whim. Not only that, but some have extraordinary hearing and speed. It's not too surprising, truth be told.” Ligheonis reasons.
“Jeeze, I just wanted to have a good time and forget about the drama. I didn't think telling stories at a bar would lead to this.” Tyson murmurs before sighing softly.
“So… do you guys need a place to stay? There's not a lot of room at my parents’ house, but I can pay for a hotel room or two for you guys.” He goes on to offer afterwards.
“No need. Asclepius has taken it upon himself to go study the architecture of this city and find us a plot of land to build a suitable home on.” Orpheus responds.
“But we did intend to eventually visit.” Ligheonis adds.
“Ah, I see. So like, are you guys are staying staying? You know, moving in to live in the city?” Tyson asks.
“That's right. I don't know how long it'll be for, but I suspect it to be longer than seven sun cycles.” Orpheus answers.
“Alright, alright. I just arranged for a tour bus to arrive at this location. If you all would be so willing, I'll gladly give you informative guidance around the city and how society conducts itself here. I politely ask that you patiently wait until the vehicle arrives. Once it does, we'll be on our way as soon as possible.” Captain Righteous announces to the group.
