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The kid’s concern for her was nice, and she gestured to herself with a reassuring expression. “I’m all patched up. We have a good healer with us.” Her words were meant as a balm, but Anna was still concerned about this new jaded feature in Rowan’s thought process. She knew the feeling all too well. The loss of someone you were meant to protect. Of someone you were meant to save. “It doesn’t mean you can’t try to help everyone,” she said, her voice soft. A moment of silence, and Anna tilted her head, searching the expression in front of her. “Do you still want to be a hero?”

Rowan smiled a little bit again, happy to know that she was alright at the very least. It was comforting to know that she wasn’t permanently injured; had she been, he wasn’t sure how he’d process everything.  He’d have to thank her for her help somehow; but was there any way of thanking her that felt.. good enough? The young man knew he’d have to think of something awesome.

At her question, however, he looked her in the eyes, and, without hesitation, spoke. “Yeah. I do. If... I let this get me down, what’s going to happen when Godzilla comes to destroy the city? Or when Thanos has all the Infinity Stones?”

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3d3nsr0s3‌:

He wasn’t there, well…he was, watching. He would’ve helped, is what he tells himself to stop from feeling guilty, but it was fire. He was repulsed by how he took one look at the burning building and shriveled away in fear, what would have mattered if he ran head first inside? He was already dead.

He had taken to the streets, it was easier to waste away in pity when anxiety wasn’t constantly reminding him that he was a failure. Absentmindedly weaving through the crowds he stared blankly at a kid sat quietly near a cafe, his gaze preoccupied with the small scars that littered their arms. He stopped in his tracks, a few busy individuals walked right through him as he scrunched up his nose in a grimace. He hadn’t noticed the other lock eyes with him as he slid into an empty seat without asking. “You were there,” he breathed. Slowly he reached out and let his hand float above the other’s skin, no contact was made but a buzzing sensation flew through the air around them. With his other arm Izaya commanded a small batch of aloe to grow in one of the cafe’s planters, plucking the leaves he squeezed out it’s gooey inside and let it splat onto the kid’s arms. “You should take care of that before it scars.”

Almost as soon as the other appeared, seemingly from nowhere, Rowan was partially pulled out of his funk. Did they have an invisibility mutation? Were they there the whole time? More questions than possible answers ran through his head, and he continued to stare at the other, only speaking once the other spoke. “I... Yeah. I was there..” Rowan furrowed his brow, watching as the translucent person seemed to cultivate life from another plant. He flinched slightly as the goop landed on him, and he moved to brush it off, but stopped as the other spoke again. “Can you like... go invisible? And control plants? Or can you control life? Can you make life?”

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With a coffee in her free hand, Kit precariously attempted to push her tote bag back up her arm while also holding a new sketchpad and a bag that carried multiple new books. It was her day off from the gallery and she’d used it pretty effectively if you asked her. All the chores and errands she needed to take care of were done and now she could just relax with a cup of coffee. Or at least she would’ve if there was a free table. 

Her coffee was in a to go cup but she didn’t like her odds of drinking it while she walked so she instead looked around for a free seat next to a friendly face who would be willing to share. Most of the people in the shop were waiting for people, or at least thats what they told her, so she took her search outside and looked to a young man sitting on his own. “Hey is this seat taken?” she asked, a look of nervous hopefulness on her face. She really didn’t want to have to ask anyone else. “I promise I won’t talk your ear off…” Her gaze turned away from him for a moment and back towards the inside of the store where it caught sight of the tv screen. Her face fell at the news and she pursed her lips. “Fuuuuuck…what’s wrong with the world.” Kit mumbled to herself. 

Rowan looked up as someone approached him, and he quickly offered a small smile. He didn’t mind the company, not one bit. “No, no.. It’s not taken. You’re free to sit here.” The young man gestured to any of the open spots around the table, though allowed his gaze to drift to the television along with the stranger’s. His smile faded as the news replayed footage of the burning building. A pang of guilt clenched his gut every time he saw it, and he wondered if there was more he could have done. Had he held Anna back when he went in? Had he caused problems for her? She had gotten hurt, so maybe that was his fault too. Rowan sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know; but... I’m gonna be one of the people to help fix it.. I’m going to try at least.”

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inscnnewcrld‌:

Sanne’s presence particularly at a disaster such as the fire only meant one thing, death. And in this case a lot of it, the more deaths that occurred the stronger the pull was on the blonde and there had been no fighting the draw she had felt. As her eyes met the young man sat at the cafe table recognition flashed through her mind, memories of him and other heroes trying to fight the fire and save those inside. But Sanne’s presence alone should have told them the futility of the latter. “You couldn’t have saved them” She doesn’t know why she feels the need to clarify this, it wasn’t exactly offered in a warm and comforting tone instead she just stared blankly at him “they were due to die no matter what any of you did.”

Rowan blinked as he snapped back to the present, shaking his head slightly as the other tried to comfort? him. He wasn’t sure if that’s what they were trying to achieve, nor was he certain that it worked. The young man didn’t want to hear that he couldn’t have saved them; in his mind, he absolutely could of. Things had just gone wrong, and if he had been better prepared, or even took time to train more, it could have been different. “How do you know that? There... Was something I could have done.. I could have paid more attention to... What was happening.. I could have taken a different route.. Or actually practiced more..” Rowan sighed, his gaze drifting back to the other.

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Where truly was your character during the Gala? Rowan was where he said he was: at All Star Comics and Games. He could probably get security tapes if they were requested, also a copy of his schedule, and several eye witness accounts.

Is your character the murderer? Absolutely not. Rowan has pretty strong morals regarding life -- even if someone is doing something wrong, it’s not his choice whether someone lives or dies. He wants to be the hero that apprehends wrongdoers, not kills them. And he especially doesn’t want to harm people he believes are innocent.

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lilac-swarm‌:

With every single fiber of her being, Lilla was focused on keeping her gaze from lingering on the boy seated next to her own table. Others weren’t nearly as subtle, it seemed as though every other pedestrian would slow their stroll upon taking note of the damaged skin.

The boy must’ve gotten hurt in the fire or simply enough he was the clumsiest cook in all of Diamond City, rest assured he posed as nothing short of a spectacle for latent disaster tourists. Anyone bearing the marks of the incident was bound to end up in the limelight: Diamond City felt restless, the fire had certainly managed to unsettle even those left unmoved by Raul’s death.

Raul’s death.

Lilla swallowed hard before taking a sip of her drink, humming as she set the tall glass of iced tea back down on the table. “You’re turning quite a few heads.“ She blurted suddenly, addressing the young man whose eyes were locked on yet another passerby gawking at him in a blissfully uninhibited manner.

Much as she hadn’t meant to initiate a conversation, she was at the mercy of her impulses and she wished for nothing more than to drown out the loud thoughts trapped in her head. “I don’t mean to be nosy, but coconut oil and lemon juice is a decent home remedy to soothe the pain and prevent scarring.“ 

As he heard a voice nearby, Rowan turned his head towards the other, a faint smile gracing his lips as he did so. He welcomed the advice, especially with his mutations. Whatever God(s) existed above knew for certain he’d probably burn himself more times than he needed to. “Really? I’ve only been using some generic aloe. Is there a specific recipe I should follow? Or do you know? It would actually be.. really useful for me to know.” As he spoke, his small smile spread warmly across his lips. There was certainly an air of disappointment that surrounded him, however he wasn’t trying to let that stop him.

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annacastillx‌:

She hadn’t meant to stop, really. Anna had only meant to grab her coffee and leave. But the familiar face halted her in her tracks. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if she should just move on or stop and say hello, but the decision was made for her when she made eye contact. It’d be rude to leave now, so she moved forward and took the seat beside him. “How are you holding up?” she asked, her expression curious, but her tone betraying concern.

Rowan was silent for a moment, a rarity with him, as he swirled the ice inside of the glass before looking back at the other with a smile. It wasn’t nearly as large as one he usually wore, but it seemed genuine. “A little sore, but.. Okay. I’m kind of bummed that we didn’t... Y’know... get to him in time... But I guess that’s one less I have to learn about being a hero. Sometimes.. You can’t help everyone.” His smile faded as he took another sip of his water. “Are you holding up okay? How is your leg?”

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Rowan sat outside a small cafe, reclining in the chair as he watched the television through the window. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, of course, but he knew what the reporter was talking about. The fire seemed as if it was only a few minutes ago. The smell of smoke still filled his nostrils to an extent, and the small burns served as a reminder that he was there. It served as a reminder of what was to come if he followed down the path of a hero. He took a sip of his water, locking eyes unintentionally with a passerby.

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puyopct‌:

in the midst of the chaotic aftermath left by raul’s death, there is something comforting in how mundane rowan is. it’s not by any means he’s is boring, but for someone to be so far removed… it’s comforting. pat grins instantly the moment he hears the words fly out from rowan’s lips, and he can feel his muscles ease. “no, no, it’s fine, i’ve just been busy!” he leans over the counter and passes rowan the selection of comic books he’s acquired. “everything’s been fine though? you do any hero things?” he reasks. partially to decenter himself from the conversation, but also… oh boy, he can hardly deny it. perhaps he does have a small crush on rowan.

Rowan immediately flipped through the comics his friend handed him, taking note of each one with a smile. On slow days, he had the chance to catch up on comics, and, while it wasn’t very often, he still had an extensive knowledge of them. “I swear working here is a blessing and a curse; most of my paycheck just ends up right back here. Maybe that’s why they keep me around.” He chuckled and set them down, looking back up at his friend. “These are really good by the way. They kept me on the edge of my seat for hours.” The young man began to scan them as he talked, looking down only briefly as he did. However, he grinned as he heard the word hero. “Oh gosh! There was a building that was on fire, and I think I found the person who did it? But uh.. They gave me a good wallop.” He frowned a bit, thinking of how the stranger just passed through his attacks. “It wasn’t my fault though. I couldn’t even hit them! It was like they were made of air.”

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Rowan recoiled as he felt her fist slam into his head, leaving him to stumble back. He brought his hand up, almost to protect the spot where she struck. He looked up at her, wondering if this was a fight he could win. Rowan wasn’t trained or exceptional at using his powers yet; plus, she could just... phase right out of his attacks. What could he do? “Yeah... But you cant fight crime with... crime. That’s what heroes are for.”

We didn’t start the fire, I did, it was me, all me. Featuring Rowan & Clarice

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isabellaheals‌:

“Thank you! I think so, too! Everyone needs a little patching up now and then and I’m just honored I have the capability to help.” She blushed slightly at the compliment. Bella was the face of the pro-mutant agenda, but she’d never quite gotten over being embarrassed by praise. She liked to think of that as a good thing. Hopefully the kindness of others would never lead to an ego.

Rowan bounced on hies toes as he listened to the other, very clearly taking in everything she said. “People with powers like you are probably some of the world’s most needed heroes! Remember that! I can fight people, but in the end, you are just... Like the world’s best doctor!”

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isabellaheals‌:

“I’ve always looked up to heroes as well, and I’m also excited for you to be one!” She hadn’t had a conversation this energetic and hopeful in a while. It was definitely helping to take her mind off of recent events. “I do have powers! Sadly nothing as cool as flying. I can heal people of pretty much anything physical.”

“Healing is super cool! You can basically like... Save people’s lives in a totally different way than me! If someone got hurt, I couldn’t do anything about it. And people get hurt a lot in super fights. Your powers are super useful! That’s awesome!” Rowan seemed to vibrate with excited energy, happy to be talking to someone who was quite possibly a hero as well.

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Rowan stumbled as he he expected his fist to connect with her, though was wholly surprised when he seemed to phase right through her. Or, rather, she through him. He turned to look at her, his fist now heavy and exhausting. “I can’t just... Let you go! You’ve committed a crime!”

We didn’t start the fire, I did, it was me, all me. Featuring Rowan & Clarice

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Rowan couldn’t help but smile as the ice crept it’s way up her legs, feeling proud of himself despite his exhaustion. He made a move to take a step back, though stopped as the other just... walked right out of the icy grasp. He did his best to dodge the pipe, but definitely didn’t expect the second attack. Rowan stumbled backwards several feet, grimacing as he felt blood trickle down his cheek. He stared at her before beginning to freeze the air around his hand, essentially creating an impromptu weapon for himself. Rowan wasn’t about to back down from a fight; he couldn’t, not when he had plans to be a hero. The young man took a few steps forward, rearing his arm back to swing with a massive icy fist.

We didn’t start the fire, I did, it was me, all me. Featuring Rowan & Clarice

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isabellaheals‌:

“Fire and ice? Double cool!” And legitimately the sort of abilities that could make this guy a hero if he was willing to put in some training. “It takes a lot of courage to intervene like that, though. Most people wouldn’t have done what you did.”

Rowan’s pleasant grin seemed plastered to his face as she spoke; he liked being complimented, as selfish as it made him feel. Though, this just made him feel... Like he was destined to do something great. It only pushed his dream further into reach, and he was ready for it. “I’ve looked up to heroes my whole life! I’m excited to finally walk in their shoes! Do you have powers? Are they cool powers? I bet they’re cool! Oh! Is it... Flying?”

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puyopct‌:

pat slogs into all star comics and games and darts to the back of the store, grazing rowan’s eyes for a brief half-second. it’s nothing personal, but pat feels absolutely guilty he hasn’t replied to any of rowan’s messages for the past few days. but here he is, at his friend’s workplace. he returns to the cashier with the next issue of some dc comic series he’s been reading on the downlow. “hey, haven’t talked to you in awhile,” pat says awkwardly. “how’s the, uh, hero journey coming along?” @fireandicerowan

Rowan caught a glimpse of a familiar face, offering a warm smile to the other before focusing back on explaining something more to a customer. He was generally excited about most things the store had to offer, and spent a lot of his time offering sales pitches. Of course, he just enjoyed the conversation. Though, after seeing Pat, his demeanor changed only slightly as he talked with the other. He’d been worried about his friend, though, with the recent events that had taken place, he didn’t blame Pat.

Once he was finally done talking to the customer he was interacting before, he turned his full attention to his friend, a familiar large grin on his face. “Pat! Hi! How are you doing? Are you alright? I didn’t mean to spam you with messages the other day. I kept typo-ing and had to fix it, y’know? Are you okay?”

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Rowan could only pinpoint a few times in his life where his heart was beating as fast as it was at that moment. All of the memories had one major thing in common: he was in hot shit. The young man stepped back a couple of steps, trying to stay out of arm-and-pipe length. “Are.. You the one that did this then?” He asked, taking a deep breath as he focused on an image of thick ice curling around her feet. “Why?”

It took all he had to conjure the ice. Doing so caused him to feel winded and tired, two things that he didn’t need at that very moment.

We didn’t start the fire, I did, it was me, all me. Featuring Rowan & Clarice