[Enda Finnegan]

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About Five Months Ago...

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Goddamn it...!

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There weren't exactly a ton of people who put up with his ass and one of the very few people he bestowed the honor of bestie just disappeared.

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Deadass that girl straight up poofed so soon after expressing what he interpreted as fear over a slip of the tongue about her husband. She'd been separated from the dude for years because she was too scared to have a divorce, an old actress he knew about through the Kamirex franchise he'd binge watched several times over as a kid and onward into adulthood. Their meeting was totally accidental in the first place and their friendship was born of him seeing her as a fashion disaster who needed his help...she was one of his few friends and he had a hunch the ex-hunny bunch was behind it.

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The real kicker?

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...the guy was a hero.

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A corrupt hero as far as he was concerned.

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Sure...he didn't have evidence, but he had a hunch and relatable fits of anxiety he remembered from his shitty, gross evil exes. Whether or not that was the case for her, too...he couldn't ask the insanely timid moth woman because there was no way to do so. Her phone? Dead. Her house? Empty. E-Mails? Unanswered. At first, he chocked it up to her hiding away from the world because she got spooked by her shadow again, but nope...it seemed like it was more than that.

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Being a vigilante, he was his own brand of hero and would just do whatever the hell it is he needed to do so things could be right.

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So here he was, trying to track down some tall ass, ten foot, towering, SHINY GOLDEN JACKASS who was suspect number one in his book! Gripping his cane as he stomped down the street with frustration clickity clacking with the echo of his heels, the man who would tell civilians that they screwed up his paperwork and that's why no one knew he was a pro. All a load of horseshit, some people ate it up...others called his bluff and had him on the run. Going by the alias Sir Eyin, it sounded more or less legit enough, at least. Though if he ever succeeded in becoming a proper pro one day, he'd totally change his alias to The Tooth Fairy for shits n' giggles. Maybe if he absolutely crushed this goofy ass golden boy and proved they needed someone like him in the system to uproot corrupt pieces of crap, they'd finally see he was a good fit to keep society safe?

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...more importantly, maybe he could find his friend before it was too late.

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The blonde vigilante with accents of black hair had gone ham on tinfoil hat conspiracy theories, busted out the red yarn while connecting the dots while trying to track Saturn down. WHY was it so hard to find a TEN FOOT GOLD GUY WITH RINGS AROUND HIM AND HIS ASS LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY was beyond the angry, suited twink. As he took in a deep breath while hissing out a sigh like god's most pissed off cat, he squinted his lone, visible golden eye in the direction of some supermarket or whatever the fuck...he was soooooooooo done with this dude's bullshit.

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Pretending to be a saint...

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Faking a seemingly warm personality...

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Saturn was going to pay for every single sin he committed.

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........unless he was innocent and this was all the jump of an accusation, then oopsie poopsie---BUT HE WAS PROBABLY RIGHT ABOUT THIS!

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Stopping in his tracks, he sloooooowly held up his phone and made sure that it was the right place. Some rando on the internet took funny photos of heroes being normal and he saved this particular one since it had his target featured front and center. "...kay so like, this looks like it..." Mumbling out loud under his breath, he lowered the screen to peek over his phone to make sure it was the right place. That's when his eye shot WIDE open as he lifted his phone, lowered it, lifted back up aaaand lowered it to see none other than the dude he'd been looking for--AND EATING RIGHT OUT OF THE BOX OF CEREAL, TOO! "YOU! THE SMUG ASS, GOLD BITCH EATING CEREAL!" Holding up his phone and flailing it accusingly in the heeeeeero's direction, practically screeching out, "I'M TALKING TO YOU AND YOUR CAPTAIN CRUNCH MUNCHING ASS!" Angrily tucking his phone away within the safety of his inner jacket pocket, storming up to the guy after insulting him in front of his cereal...oh the disrespect!

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[saturn]

There were a few things that saturn didn’t particularly like about this area, that there was a somewhat strange influx of crimes being committed by several different groups. He honestly had found himself come here more often than other locales. Which might not be a problem to those that were looking to live here but it did bother him that so many resorted to small time crimes to make it by. Just why was that happening? Why was it that food and other small time items were the major focus than bigger things? Were people having trouble living? It bugged him to no end.

It wasn’t until they started stealing things that weren’t simple items that he realized that someone was using smaller crimes to help cover up the bigger ones being committed nearby. Like they were timed and everything. It was a long string of crimes that he eventually had to step into.

His thoughts weren’t entirely there at the moment and some of the thiefs got away but he was glad that the main three ring leaders were in custody. Using the their cell phones to figure out who they contacted the most and having to go through the dozens of burner phones they had to make any kind of connection is why they had detectives. After a particularly long morning, one without breakfast due to the alarms people kept sending him [as you’d think that they’d ask him to rescue people since that was his agencies focus but no..] he stopped by a gas station that he knew to sell cereal boxes. He was in a rush and knew that he had a longer part of the day to go so…

Once he had paid for his impromptu breakfast he’d step outside, his thoughts still on the people that had been stealing stuff like this earlier. Maybe he could set up one of those kitchens that let people come by and eat if they didn’t have a way of providing for himself? They were fairly popular in america in some areas. Mid bringing up the first scoop of the cereal to his mouth the mutants ears flicked and he’d turn sa he heard someone call out to him in a rather aggressive fashion. He’d slowly look this way and that; not sure if the person that was approaching him was related to those that he had arrested earlier the hero sighed mid ‘crunch’.

”You kind of caught me at a weird time, can I help you?”

There was a sense of an infinite kindness and tenderness to his voice that was so different than what you’d expect from a hero that had just arrested some folks not even an hour prior. His mind was still on the plight of those underneath and maybe that’s why he came off a little more gentle than he might have normally.

[Enda Finnegan]

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There were no fucks given about how male Mother Theresea over here painted himself out to be.

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"DON'T YOU oooh what can I help you with~, ME! You made the woman of my dreams miserable as hell by stealing her girlfriend, THEN had the audacity to break that girl's heart too, you slimy ass golden boy!" It honestly sounded like the ramblings of some mad man psychopath, but fanatic fanboy was more like it. For you see, he was a huge Kamirex fan and noticed things from the outside looking in went downhill for the star actress. His view was skewed beyond recognition...but maybe kicking back into old habits and absolutely destroying this guy would make things better?

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Maybe it would bring his friend back, the friend who seemed to fear him as far as this tall ass twink could tell.

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Bringing up his cane to point in the golden hero's general direction, a wild grin crossed his lips accented by all those lovely sharp teeth. "Hey! I thought of a way you could help me!" A blue flame that was deceptively soft in color coated his hands, trailing along the cane itself...

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"Get bent, BITCH!" Flinging the cane forward, with the flick of a wrist and a conductive twirl of his hand, that's when it began spinning like a helicopter blade at Saturn! It had no means of stopping and was directed towards the golden man's throat. Shoot to kill, as they say...go for the jugular. Though he was bracing himself in case this didn't work out as well as he planned...keeping his focus trained on his cane made with teeth mixed into the material. It sure looked like a normal cane from the outside looking in, but it was a far cry from being some average ass cane.

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[saturn]

Saturn paused a little bit as the other seemed to suddenly get even more hostile as he had asked as to what he could help them with. Then there was something that didn’t sit right with him. Something that lashed out at him and made his entire stature change. From the somewhat relaxed posture. Something that he could only piece together by wondering if they were talking about Nil. A twitch of his smile and the mood seemed to immediately drop.

”Think about what you’re going to say next very carefully.”

The kindness that was there before had almost next to evaporated and there was a certain level of chilly spine tingling that came from his words. Almost as though they were laced with venom. An eye cracked open slowly; the golden hues underneath were genuine and friendly but there was that tint to them that made it obvious that he was clearly not enthused about what Enda had said.

The cane was raised to point at him and the brows of the golden hero furrowed slightly as now the other decided it was a wise idea to throw the cane at him. In broad daylight. In front of a bunch of other people. The cane was spun like a helicopter blade at him while also on fire. Though he wasn’t sure how hot the flames would be or how much force was behind it. It wans’t hard for him to guess where it was going for.

The first instance of the cane where it was supposed to hit the hero… didn’t connect at all. His sand like body simply just adjusted the vector and let the cane pass through the area completely by moving the sand out of the way. He wasn’t sure what kind of material this thing was made of and what kind of quirk the other would have. But if they were like a cane-o-mancer it was something that the other would learn that saturn was definitely working with more here.

”So lets start at ground zero after backing this entire situation way up.”

Saturn would step forward, closing the distance between the two of them by a considerable step; almost looming over enda in a fashion.

”Who. Are you talking about. And what makes you think that. And who. are you? Since you very clearly already know me I don’t really need to introduce myself.”

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God this guy thought he was so high and mighty, didn't he?!

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There was a severe shortage of shits and fucks to give a filthy, slimeball like Saaaaaaaaaaaturn, like straight up, he wasn't shaken for a moment from the man's words. Legit, he could just get bent, it would bring him absolute joy like Marie Kondo tidying up a house if he could make this jackass feel anywhere near the same suffering and pain the buff woman he absolutely adored. Granted, he didn't know her personally at all...but that didn't mean he was some crazy fanboy...right?!

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...oh fuck, maybe he should go to therapy, when he ran it back in his head in a moment of clarity, this seemed like an unhealthy way to handle things.

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Whatever, he was all about just desserts and this golden punkass had it good for too long...getting away with his numerous sins and all that shit. Though his visible eye shot open as he noticed his body literally avoided what would have been a painful as hell shot or a kill blow. "......oh you got me fucked up right now, you're kidding..."Softly muttering those words in complete and utter disbelief, this well-dressed twink was realizing that he was a bit outmatched in a physical fight. Obviously, the fluoride flames were harmless to the touch, they were warm...sure, but not enough to actually burn something.

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Hell, they weren't even real flames, they just looked like it...

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So if this guy was made of sand? Which...mmmmmmmmyup, it looked like he prooooobably was, or at least some sort of grainy particles, it's not like the flames of his would actually melt anything as a traditional flame would. Though as the towering, golden Pro-Hero who he believed to be corrupt to his core walked up to him..."...jesus, you're a tall bastard." Gripping his cane, he wondered if he swiped it enough, a vulnerability would reveal itself. Taking in a deep breath, he narrowed his visible golden optic...he had to stand his ground.

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...somehow.

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Though his line of questioning was something...he wasn't expecting. Why was he asking for all this stupid, clarification bullshit?! There was no way he didn't know what he was talking about, let alone who...unless he had a knack for randomly stealing butch chicks' women...then doing god knows what for sick kicks to make them disappear. "Look, like, you can't be serious right now." Bringing up his free hand to the ridge of his nose, lightly pinching it as a heavy as hell sigh escaped him... "Guess you just fuck things up for so many people that your ass can't keep it straight...so like whatever. I'll enlighten you."

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People like Saturn pissed him off.

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Yet he felt his hands were tied behind his back...didn't mean he had to kiss his ass or be nice, screw that noise.

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This guy didn't deserve it.

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Moving his hand from the ridge of his nose, he looked up at him with absolutely no fear in his eyes despite the fact that he wasn't exactly in a winning position. His words were bitter, cold and dripping with venom, "Chou, Nilmimi. Nilmimi Chou, played the role of Lunara on Kamirex and had a perfectly happy life with the lead actress until you came along. You came into the picture and made everything worse, but that wasn't enough for you." Bringing up his cane, he brought it right up to Saturn's chin, the blue fluoride flames trailing up it to reach towards his mouth, "You must be thinking my ass is too young to know about all that, well spoiler alert, she's one of the few friends I got and she confided in me. I don't know why she was so fuckin' scared when I last saw her, but she's gone...been gone."

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Tilting his head up, a damn near evil grin crept across his lips as his mind began rotting into bad habits, "Oh yeah, so rude, you asked who I am! I'm the Tooth Fairy and if you don't tell me what the fuck happened? I'm ripping your goddamn teeth out one by one slowly until you do...is that clear?" There's no shot his teeth were made of sand too, right? The fluoride flames, right now, would have been that queue of a tug at the man's teeth...if they were made of enamel or anything that traditional teeth among organic folks had.

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Saturn’s focus wasn’t necessarily on strength or combative prowess. He was a rescue hero and ran a rescue agency. But when he was irritated or when he had an ample amount of time to prepare he generally had a better reaction to that of various situations. What was in front of him actually was beyond frustrating; someone with a chip on their shoulder that pushed at a very well guarded button.

One that this person had cut to the core of almost immediately and the reaction they had to the cane going straight through him was probably exactly what you’d think. He’d grit his teeth somewhat as he had approached. Practically standing only a couple feet away from the other. Well within range if he was actually to do something; really him being this close was actually to make it safer for others. One of his massive ears flicked at the mumble; he couldn’t hear it exactly which was fine. Likely just surprised at what had transpired. He’d stare down at the well dressed… cane wielding… Individual? Yeah.

”Size mutations aren’t exactly the rarest.”

He’d growl softly; even yohannes his lovely son was fairly taller than your average human. Mutants were definitely a strictly strange bunch but he enjoyed the variations that he got to see from time to time. He didn’t understand why this fellow thought so little of him but…

Silence edged on as the other spoke; his expression which usually sat at a jovial smile had turned sour to a degree. The hinting notion of joy that was usually plastered on his face from day in and day out had been pushed to one side. Irritation leveling into frustration and the slow ebbing of pure unbiased anger. The ice cold stab of Nil’s name practically lanced through his heart and the sudden jab of that name turned this entire situation on its heel. His eyes that usually sat closed slowly oopened up and the sheer anger that was on his face was beyond anything that would naturally occur. There was a deep low rumble, a growl that spoke volumes. One of his hands had clenched so hard that you could hear the pop of his knuckles.

”You clearly never talked to her enough to where you understood how hard it was for her to be in that role. How difficult it’d be for her to put on a facade, to be brave. I took her away from that because it was making her largely uncomfortable. I gave her everything. Everything. Without asking for anything back, I would never ask for anything back.”

He’d step forward, pushing his chin against that cane and then lifting a finger to push it aside, his eyes were wide open and staring daggers down at the well dressed tooth fairy.

”I came into the picture because I deeply cared for her. Not the actor not the role. Not her money or name. Sure I had a son with her and have been raising him for the last two decades mostly on my own but that’s because I believe in letting people do what they need to do to be healthy. She clearly wanted space.”

He’d growl a little bit, his face inches away from enda’s. He was roiling mad; but he was keeping it in check as best he could, there was a crunch of concrete underneath him. Was he getting denser? Or was it just him… being mad? Hard to tell.

”So what happened. Is I gave her the space she clearly wanted and then she dropped even further off of the face of the planet to now where she doesn’t even send letters to her son that she hasn’t seen a peep out of long enough to where his body doesn’t remember the touch of his own mothers hand. Hell I don’t even think that he even remembers what she looks like.”

The last set of words were practically spat out; the anger rolling clearly off of his lips and his ‘hackles’ on his back raising somewhat. He was a fuzzy sandy hero; so it’d make ssense if that sort of thing happened? OR was that just his anger manifesting even further.

”I have spent. years Mr. Tooth fairy. Giving her the distance and trying to make sure she’s okay without crossing the boundaries she clearly set up. So I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to paint me as the bad guy.”

Even if enda did try to fuss with his teeth they'd find very quickly that... yes his body was made out of sand. All of it. Every little tidbit. Even the bits you'd think that weren't. But that was besides the case, saturn was mad as hell at this little guy in front of him basically trying to drag his name through the mud about mistreating someone that he had nothing but love and admiration for.

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Bro.

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He was pretty tall himself, but getting towered over was a rarity in of itself, he didn't exactly run into a lot of folks who outmatched his height on the daily. Rolling his eyes at that remark, he wasn't about to say sorry for blurting out a damn thing when it came to how tall this punk was. Trying to be like male Mother Theresa ass, come on...there was no way he was a good person if his wife separated from him. The cogs in his brain were gradually clicking along as he gave this piece of friggin' work guy more time and patience than he deserved...

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...though jaysus, he felt a bead of sweat roll down his cheek as he heard the symphony of bones pop from the larger man's knuckles. Even Enda knew that he was risking it for the biscuit when it came to the fuck around and find out chart, putting his neck out for someone he seriously thought got killed or kidnapped by the guy before him. It's like she was wiped off the face of the Earth completely, something just wasn't right at all and he was starting to wonder if he was off-base. There was doubt bubbling in his gut and he didn't like it...but he had to stand his ground to get some goddamn answers.

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This was the best way.

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God did it rub him the wrong way when Saturn had the sheer audacity to say he didn't know his bestie well, like wow, screw him! Pushing against his chin harder when he rested it upon the cane, it was his way of silently saying yeah, try me, sandy..., though he squinted as the cane was pushed away...but he didn't set it down. He was so ready to follow up with his threat.

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Though it was confusing cause he could have sworn that the ex-actress told him something different...so what was the truth?

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The Tooth Fairy planned on listening a bit longer at the very least to try and gauge how much truth there was to his words, his side of the story. Not something he fully intended on doing when seeking him out, but he didn't have much of a choice, especially if the ace up his sleeve in pull those damn teeth out didn't work out...he wasn't sure if he was going to survive if the Pro-Hero before him was as corrupt as he got himself believing.

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........

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Why wasn't this making sense?

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Feeling the soft rumble of the ground beneath his feet, he instinctively took a step back and couldn't stop himself from snapping out, "Seriously?! You're out here painting yourself like some prince charming or some shit after getting what you wanted out of her? The kid's what you wanted as some heir or some shit, right?!" Moving the cane off to the side in a swipe...if his fluoride flames were reacting properly with real teeth...it would have tipped some out. However, nothing happened...either his quirk was on the fritz or this guy was nothing more than an over glorified sand castle.

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Gritting his teeth as a low growl escaped him, he guessed all he could do was try to use his words. Gripping his cane out of sheer frustration, he then threw it down in a fit of anger just...needing to destroy something as a moment for a sense of release. "You're either full of shit or delusional as hell! Like she told me it turned out all you wanted was someone to fill your shoes when you retire! Unless--" Bringing his hand over his own mouth for a moment, furrowing his brows and glancing at the man's hands...the ring he wore looked like a matching set with the one he'd seen on Nilmimi. Granted, she didn't always wear it as far as he could tell...but he moved his hand down to his chin in thought.

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"--your marriage is fuckin' weird and I'm off base here." Resting his free hand upon his hip, the slits of his visible eye slightly adjusted to be a little more wide. "Anyway...I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume you give as many shits as you claim or whatever...cause I doubt you'd wear that thing if you were divorced or didn't at least value your weird ass marriage." Seriously, a separation that lasted years wasn't normal as far as he could tell. Not like he was a couple's counselor or anything, all his relationships were a total dumpster fire. So maybe that's why he jumped to the worst possible conclusion of crazy ex----errrrr separated hubby snapped.

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...yeah he needed to get his ass back to a therapist after this.

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Moving his hand away from his chin, he gestured towards the guy's hand and let out a frustrated sigh. "So let's like...compare notes. Cause I'm--" Moving his hand to his chest, resting his hand over his heart while looking back up at the sand man over here. "--trying to make sure my buddy's not dead somewhere. It's been like...about maybe two weeks...? Detective's I've reached out to have been useless as hell, so I'm taking it on myself to figure this shit out. Now, when did you last hear from her...she mentioned being the last one to write when she was having a whole ass melt down so spill it if you give as much of a shit as you claim. I need details, clues, something...!" It's like his brain was grasping at straws right now, he didn't get why she had to go off in such a hurry. It felt like she told him something earlier on...but it wasn't quite clicking about what...

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[saturn]

Saturn’s anger was starting to mount to something of excess, the other had maybe realized that maybe poking the bear wasn’t a good idea here and he felt his blood that had been boiling start to cool when they made mention of something regarding a heir. He’d stop and blink slowly. Many people thought that was what some of the older heroes were trying to do. He wouldn’t be surprised if some people thought that of him and even more so he never had once forced yohannes to participate in anything hero related. He’d dig around in his pants and provide his wallet, the picture portion of it tumbled out like one of those accordions that were let to extend to far. Dozens of pictures of yohannes were evident, though most of them were of the youth trying to figure out some kind of instrument or the youth just being part of a shampoo commercial due to the amount of fluff he had.

”If I wanted a heir I’d of pushed him to be more than just a musician right? Because that’s what he wants to do so that’s what he gets to do. I even bought him a shop so he could get supplies easier. That and to teach him how to run a shop if he wanted to. It’s a common enough misconception about heroes about them wanting bloodlines over a functioning family. Though I couldn’t exactly call our marriage very functioning if we haven’t seen one another for years.”

Saturn shook his head a little bit and sighed; he was a loving father and doted on his son like nothing that someone who was only focused on their own legacy would be like. With the other saying that their marriage was weird he’d have to agree given the time they had spent apart. But he did have a point when it came to the ring; if he didn’t want it he wouldn’t be wearing it or value the marriage. They weren’t divorced as far as he knew and after a few moments he’d fold up the wallet to put it back into his pocket. His anger had cooled off for the most part.

Saturn paused as the other spoke; they wanted to make sure that nil wasn’t dead. If She had passed he’d likely never would have heard the end of it from their parents. He remembered them being a little bit of… a problem before from her. He’d furrow his brow and consider what Enda had to say in this regard and what he was asking of him. Compare notes?

”I haven’t heard from her in years, since before the attack on my agency. Lost a lot of people and a lot of property… Tch. I sent out a letter the day of but I never heard back from her. She usually updated me with her address so I could at least keep sending her letters or our son’s mixtapes. Most of the detectives I’ve talked to told me that if she was keeping distance like this it would be better for me to let her keep it that way until she was ready to talk face to face.”

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Shimmying into a shuffle backwards to avoid possibly getting pocket sanded in the face, cause that's totally what he would do if he had a quirk like this tall ass guy, but squinted like he was about to start an interrogation with the man's wallet.

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Like look, it was sus and weird that he'd even bring out a wallet, OKAY?!

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Though oh holy shit with how many photos popped up and unfolded like a red carpet of memories, he dropped into a squat. Plopping his hands upon his knees, his lips straightened into a thin line across his mouth as she shuffled down the line. Inspecting each photo, "Okay, okay like you're dad of the year in the weirdest, most dysfunctional marriage I'd ever heard of or some shit...." Patting his knees in thought...there was strong amounts of doubt bubbling that this guy really made his moth gal pal disappear.

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Sink the OTP of Lunara and Kamirex, sure...but not...kidnap or murder someone...

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If he didn't want an heir...then why would Nilmimi have said something so absurd?

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Cause he had a point, if he really wanted an heir, he'd have pushed their kid into becoming a proper Pro-Hero and make sure the kid's name was in lights already rather than letting him fuck off and do whatever. Resting his hand thoughtfully upon his chin, remaining in a squat, he narrowed that visible cat-like eye and noticed a common trait in every single photo. With how obsessed he was with capturing all these moments to catalog his kid growing up...there was something missing outside of the obvious. "So like...detectives told you to fuck off and leave her alone or whatever...understandable but..."

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Carefully pinching the end of the accordion of photos, he lifted it up and pointed down towards it with his free hand...tilting his gaze up towards the much taller sandman, "Sandy, boy...the kid's never met granny and gramps on the mom's side, has he...?" Wiggling the end like a banner, he felt as though he was starting to figure out this weird, obscure puzzle of W.T.F.

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Saturn didn’t really carry pocket sand, he was literally made out of the stuff and it’d probably be easier for him to just pocket hand someone rather than waste all that effort. The younger toothfairy would get to see that there was so many different experiences with the two that it was actually kind of funny that most of the pictures seemed to have yohannes enjoying himself rather than be annoyed like you’d think a parent might be.

”I try to keep good care of him. Hasn’t been the easiest I’ll tell you that and… yes. It hasn’t exactly been… the best but I’m not going to force myself on something like that when distance is asked. I had hoped someday she would approach me again.”

Saturn sighed; there were some hiccups like trying to motivate yohannes to do something anything… He was a very lazy child overall and he was just glad eventually the boy found his passion in something. It didn’t have to be hero work but fate aligned and gave him a few different aspects. With enda questioning the detectives he’d dip his head in a nod.

”Not just one either, a couple different detectives. I figured they found something and then told me to just leave it. I can’t help but worry but… They’d of told me if she had passed or something.”

He’d pause at the question and saturn mulled it over before eventually and slowly shaking his head. There was a picture of yohannes, several different times meeting his own parents but not Nilmimi’s.

”Not even once. I’m fairly sure they don’t care for him; never asked to see him either.”

Saturn’s smile didn’t lessen but there was a noticeable scrunching of his eyebrows. Eventually he’d start folding up the photos realizing that he was holding both a captain crunch box and his accordion of pictures.

”There’s more pictures but those are at home. Some grandparents just aren’t interested in grandkids or the folks that their kids marry. Lord knows that’s how my parent’s parents were. Didn’t care for me at all and didn’t care that they got married. But a lot of folks didn't like mutants back then, so being a first generation mutant draws some ire even now.”

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Squinting at the photos as he just...let the sandman talk, when he felt the tug of the photo within his grasp....he'd flick up upward so it wouldn't touch the ground as it became part of the fatherly achievements photo accordion. "Sandy, I don't think they know about em'..." Flipping his hair like someone out there was getting ready to record for a shampoo commercial, the slit of his visible eye narrowed for a moment as he stood upright...

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Something wasn't right...

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That oddly shaped pupil widened once again before squinting a bit... "...huh...?"

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Tilting a bit to the side as he looked behind the tall hero, his visible eye widened as it clicked what he was seeing, a building that was somehow soundlessly falling apart. "What the shit?!" Motioning his hand in the shape of his cane, the broken pieces came right back together besides him. Reaching out to grab it, the blue fluoride flames coated the cane, mending it akin to glue as a frustrated growl rumbled through his throat. "I gotta bounce, shit's goin' down and people need me. Thanks for cooperating with my interrogation bullshit an' sorry for being such a bitch-" Kicking off of the ground, he bounded off as fast as he could...

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How the HELL were all those explosives going off without a single sound?!

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Well, he'd get to the bottom of it with or without help...!

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[saturn]

Honestly the amount of pictures that saturn kept was somewhere on the border of insane; you’d think that it’d be easier to keep that many in a cell phone or something but saturn was probably old school as hell. Pursing his lips ever so slightly at the idea of the grandfather and grandmother not knowing about yohannes…

”Hmm. That doesn’t bode well or speak really well of them either.”

Saturn grumbled a little bit and stashed his wallet; brows furrowing slightly and ears flicking. Noticing that Enda was looking at something he’d turn slowly and then seeing the building falling apart his brows shot up.

”Hang on-”

He wasn’t sure that the other was a hero but with them rushing towards the scene he’d make a sound and then start using his sand ability to start flowing along. It was easy to elongate his stride using his quirk. Lessening the amount of sand that he had in his body to make it lighter while keeping a cloud trailing behind him. Though the captain crunch box was deposited into a trash bin he’d have to get another one later or maybe just get an actual meal rather than munching on cereal…

Seeing some of the rubble falling towards the street he’d make a motion with one of his hands; his sand billowing and flowing outward almost immediately. In a two crux sort of action his sand pushed, pulled and yanked people underneath the debris out of the way while some shot up to catch the various pieces. Even something as large as a bouncy ball could be lethal from a high enough height.

Some people were caught off guard, some were lighter than others and one heavy set fellow took about twenty pounds of sand to yank out of the way of a piece of debris that was roughly the size of a sedan. Gone was the happy go lucky friendly demeanor and one that was just a workhorse saving people without a second thought. The moment he realized something was going down he immediately focused on the people rather than the cause.