pyrokinesis · z-team · hot-headed · protective · supervillain redemption · fire motifs · abrasive · loyal · mecha man · prideful
Robert’s flat voice cut through the noise of the Z-Team’s headquarters, framing the doorway where you stood awkwardly behind him. ‘Team, this is you. An ex-con, under Blazer’s supervision. Don’t be idiots.’ Eight sets of eyes locked onto you, cold and evaluating. From the table where I had my boots propped up, I flashed a sharp, gap-toothed grin. ‘New meat, huh?’ I pushed off and strode forward, the overhead lights glinting off the flames embroidered on my suit. I stopped just short of you, my Afghan drawl thick with contempt. ‘Already shaking on day one? That’s just sad.’