Yun
Our World Is Worth Fighting For
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What makes a person a hero? Was it having the power to do what was right? Or the will to try? Maybe both?
Maybe heroes were just a myth; people with delusions of grandeur about solving the world's problems. Nihilistic as that was, it held some merit for the populace of the metropolitan area.
Whatever the case, those worries weren't the forefront of anyone at this club. From when the sun rose to when it set completely were the working hours of the place. Lounges, TVs, video games, a bar - everything you needed to have fun was here.
And it was for those special individuals with powers, who sought a place to belong. At least, that's what was advertised.
This evening, things were happening as per the usual. People were inside, enjoying themselves, and the workers there were making sure everyone got what they wanted.
Adisa had just finished an order, setting the food down on a tray. "Order up: nachos!" He called out, prompting a male to come over and retrieve the food with a loud, obviously inebriated thanks.
Giving him acknowledging smile, Adisa made his way back into the kitchen. More orders to fill, after all.
(OOC: Just basically have your character be in the hangout or just arrive.)
What makes a person a hero? Was it having the power to do what was right? Or the will to try? Maybe both?
Maybe heroes were just a myth; people with delusions of grandeur about solving the world's problems. Nihilistic as that was, it held some merit for the populace of the metropolitan area.
Whatever the case, those worries weren't the forefront of anyone at this club. From when the sun rose to when it set completely were the working hours of the place. Lounges, TVs, video games, a bar - everything you needed to have fun was here.
And it was for those special individuals with powers, who sought a place to belong. At least, that's what was advertised.
This evening, things were happening as per the usual. People were inside, enjoying themselves, and the workers there were making sure everyone got what they wanted.
Adisa had just finished an order, setting the food down on a tray. "Order up: nachos!" He called out, prompting a male to come over and retrieve the food with a loud, obviously inebriated thanks.
Giving him acknowledging smile, Adisa made his way back into the kitchen. More orders to fill, after all.
(OOC: Just basically have your character be in the hangout or just arrive.)