Jan 23, 2024 23:29:20 GMT
Post by Samaritan on Jan 23, 2024 23:29:20 GMT
Michael Faraday
Air Out of my Balloon
Michael winced and inhaled sharply through gritted teeth as the students all sat around after the "failed" mission the class had turned out to be. Michael had taken more than his fair share of injuries while trying to protect his fellow classmates from the elaborate assortment of traps and enforcers they had to deal with. He was exhausted and sore like he hadn't ever been. And while he had defended his classmates he felt as though he could have done more, that he should have been able to do more. Lone Wolf's words of "encouragement" was just another level of bitterness to swallow.
It only felt worse when Michael was singled out by the man actively commend him on his leadership skills. Michael didn't feel like much of a leader having led his team only to last slightly longer than others. This class hadn't seem to have much of a lesson, but it was still training and non-lethal experience for a worse case scenario. They wouldn't have the luxury of working with others on all missions, but a wholly singular focus didn't sit right with Michael. They were meant to be heroes, to help and protect people, that should extend to their fellow heroes. If they were in a situation where they could assist another hero, it would make more sense to the balloon headed man to do so than to just look out for yourself. But he had passed regardless of how he felt about it.
Michael sucked up his pain to check on the others and make sure they were okay. No one should be in serious injury but they might need assistance getting to the medical wing to get patched up. The teachers wanted to be focused on individual advancement but Michael wanted all of them to succeed and that meant taking care of everyone.
Notes & Tags: lonewolf
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