Snippet #2387217

To say he was reluctant would be an understatement.

Perhaps even, the understatement of history.

To tell the truth, Tristan really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY did not want to come. Yet as he kicked at loose pebbles on the sidewalk, he sighed and bit his lip and conflicted over what he wanted and what he should do. He was damn near close to just bashing his head against the blunt bus stop sign and call it a day. Blunt force trauma. If there was ever an excuse not to come to a meeting held by a superhero, that one would be hard to beat.

At first, Tristan hadn't been completely aware of who the old man was. His face only looked the tiniest bit familiar, and it wasn't until he introduced himself that Tristan began to put pieces together. Even then, he'd had to look him up (albeit reluctantly and out of boredom) to figure out exactly who he was. Secretly, of course. In case Mrs. Reed would think oddly of it.

It had been only a few years since she discovered his secret. Since then, she had been gracious enough to keep it on the downlow, but he knew she wanted to tackle the elephant in the room sooner or later. Tristan hoped for the later. He wished for never, but knew that would never happen. Not with Mrs. Reed.

The truth be told, Tristan used his powers a lot. Even without realizing it, he realized (hehe...) that he had been escaping his body for a long time. It certainly explained why his daydreams were so vivid. Invisibility was an added perk. One he decided he would use.

Despite its usefulness, invisibility was more annoying than the other power, simply because it was too noticeable (can you believe it?) in progress. Disappearing randomly, when seen by the wrong person, could cause a bit of a fuss, and it had taken him months to finally get his clothes to disappear too. And then, of course, there was making sure he knew where he was going. Not being able to see yourself was just as annoying, but Tristan got used to it.

Now, he slipped silently down the street, disappearing behind a tree and making the move to the sidewalk quickly, avoiding the leftover puddles from the rain last night. Though, it wasn't 'actually' rain....not scientifically. His trips to the Over City had proved as much.

He found the warehouse easily enough. He kept his invisibility on as he ventured inside. Hearing voices, he stopped outside the lighted room, listening. He'd show when he needed to.