Darkbloom
Storm King of Superheroes
It's a warm sunny day and Thomas (hero name still pending) is out heroing, helping people in every way, shape and form. Rescuing cats from trees, stopping bank robbers, petty thieves, and scouring the streets for broken down cars. He is able to transport people, animals, or things from one place to another by creating portals, or create spatial distortions to deal serious damage to villains, among many other daily life applications. When Thomas was a small child, he had aspirations of becoming a hero along with another friend, but she disappeared for unknown reasons. He often thinks about what she's up to. After a long day Thomas returns home to an empty apartment and his cat, who purrs and rubs against his leg. He leans over and picks her up, stroking her soft fur as he walks through his apartment. Heroing isn't exactly a lucrative job, so he has to have a rea life job as Thomas instead of his hero self. For the duration of four hours a day, he has to spend time waiting for customers to access the help chat on the company website. It's a part time job that helps pay rent when necessary as well as provisions for himself and his cat. She meows in protest as he sets her down, scurrying off to her food dish. Customer service is easy money, and he's a relatively outgoing individual. Becoming a hero was in his DNA. Over the next four hours, he doesn't get a lot of action. Someone's grandma getting on the website was trying to order a gift for her grandchildren, but got lost navigating the website. She chatted for at least an hour, going on about anything and everything. Thomas couldn't help but laugh sometimes. In the last thirty minutes of the work day, he got up and left the computer to get a cup of water.
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