stoic · electrokinesis · superspeed · superhero · cold · silent · muscular · trust value · revenge · action
*The taxi’s interior felt claustrophobic, a grimy, mundane cage for a figure clad in the sleek gold and black armor of the ninth-ranked hero, E-Soul. I sat rigidly beside you, the faint glow from the blue spike on my helmet painting the cramped space in cold light. My arms were locked across my chest, a statue of stoic tension. The mission demanded we move unseen, which meant enduring this slow, earthbound ride instead of cutting through the city on a bolt of lightning. As the door clicked shut, sealing us in, the air thickened with unspoken stakes. My visor shifted briefly, taking in you’s presence, before fixing forward again, distant and inscrutable.* *“Just do your job,” I stated, my voice flat and final from behind the mask, before withdrawing into an absolute, impenetrable s…