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As unfortunate as his timing was, it might have also turned out to be ideal. A most strange coincidence, but Archie didn't believe in coincidences, he believed in coinkydinks. And this was certainly one of those.

At the time of the supernatural darkness and then the fireworks, a booming noise could be heard coming from the doors outside the large room. The booming of bass, the chanting of letters, not just any letters, but the most famous four letters of all time.

Faintly, y.m.c.a.

Then slightly louder, Y.M.C.A.
It was a chorus of identical-sounding voices, all marching in perfect unison, to one groovy beat.

You know young man, there is a place you can stay, a great place. One where you can find a good time! But on this occasion, the good time comes to you!

Boom! The doors kick open. It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A Blares the lyrics as around thirty Archies file into the darkness chanting the words to the greatest song of all time. Each Archie was clad in a strange getup, one a cowboy, a native american, a trucker, an armyman, and many more odd costumes.

Then a voice over a loudspeaker: "What is up Daedalus! How's everyone doing on this lovely day? You'll never guess who's back! Oh, man this is--"

Archie paused, "Why's it so dark in here? Who's that guy?" He enquired as the rest of his entourage filed into the room, YMCA still blaring.

School started back up again, so I'm going to be back on my computer a whole lot more. I'm ready to hop back in and make Archie's grand return to superhero-ing.I would like a flashback to catch me up, thanks. And apologies about my laziness and disappearance.

Archie scrolls idly through his missed texts from last night and the current morning as more and more people pull up to the infirmary.

"What's everyone doing here? Surely the lizard isn't that big of a deal. Come to gloat Andromeda? Huh?" He calls after her as she enters the infirmary. "She's gonna be in there calling him stupid over and over. No wonder he doesn't want to be team leader anymore, nearly everyone makes a hobby out of being mean to him." He muses. "You guys wanna hear my Andromeda impression? Ok, here I go, "You are stupid. And you did this which was stupid. Why didn't you think about that? Are you stupid? What a redundant question, of course you are." Pretty good right?"

Archie walks over the counter, "Uhhh, eight hot dogs, four Pepsi's, and two large popcorns please" He requests from the cashier. He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a few spare dollar bills and a large handful of dollar coins.

"My dad collects them, he gives me the ones that aren't new to his collection." He explains sheepishly.

Once fully armed with greasy hotdogs, drinks, and a handful of mustard, ketchup, and relish packets he heads back to the group. "Woooooo! Go Red!" He exclaims when Sam nails a perfect strike. He sets the concessions on the table and begins loading up his hot dog with all the fixin's.

"I got you a soda to wash down your maximized amount of protein and calories." He slides the fountain drink over to her and extends his fist for a celebratory bump. "Nice strike. I'll get one my next go, just you wait." He grins as he bites into his hotdog. "Mmmm, that's good. Help yourself." He says to the rest of the gang as he motions to the spread of junk food.

"Alright! Let's start. I'll go first."

Archie steps up to the lane with his bowling ball, the perfect weight for him. Archie spent a good many days at bowling alleys over his summers when he was in middle school. Being able to pay with fake quarters and dollar coins made it entirely free for him, as long as he didn't go to the same place too often. He didn't want them catching on to his disappearing coins.

He assumes his stance and walks back three paces. Then with a flash he sends his bowling ball rolling down the lane.
Crash! His ball hit at an off angle, aiming for the strike. Unfortunately a lone pin stood, mocking him.
Archie turned towards his team with an apologetic look on his face. "Dammit. At least I can get a spare." He waited for his ball to cycle back then went again. With a flick of his wrist he sent the ball down the edge of the lane and nailed the final pin.
"Alright, that's a spare. Who's up next?" He says with a smile.

Archie stares at Chroknight.

"So you're still not taking any blame for all of this? You rushed him and put him on the defensive, therefore causing all this destruction. Yet you're still claiming what you did was right.
And then you,"he turns to look at Indarius. "This was not all of our fault, don't try and make this into a team problem. You left me of all people doing damage control, you guys put everyone in danger. He gestures at all the 'non-combatants.' This was a you, you, and you problem." He points accusingly at Chroknight, Indarius, and Andromeda.
"Though mostly yours." He says with a glance at Chroknight.

He drops his rifle and it fades into nothing before it hits the ground.
"Man, what am I even doing here. I need a smoke." He sighs and pulls out his tin cigarette case and lights a not so cigarette smelling cigarette.

What the hell hero: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3) + 2 = 9
On a 7-9, Take influence over Chroknight and You get them to admit their wrongdoing.

Archie pauses from eating leftover slices of pizza, his mouth full. "Huh? Fwight chairs? Chairs that fwy? Unwike you I'm not a technowogical genius." He sets the pizza boxes on the bench and swallows.

He places his hands on his hips and stares off into the distance for a few seconds. "ohhhhhhh." He realizes. Then he slips on a mask and all of the sudden four identical copies of Phalanx just appear, almost like they were somehow always there.

"I'm gonna make safety chairs. Cause that probably what you meant, cause she can fly." he sounds almost embarrassed that he didn't pick up on it quicker. Phalanx begins crafting pieces of what resembles a gaming chair with a harness and a spherical steel cage. His dupes do all the heavy lifting as he assembles the chairs. He finishes it off by making two helmets
"This work?"

Archie looks back and forth at Statian and the Professor, kind of confused about how far they were taking his quip.
"You two both know I was joking right? I have since renounced my villainous past to move towards a brighter future. I'm like President Nixon." He pauses. "That was also a joke."
Ugh, tough crowd. They either read way too much into it or it'll go over their heads.

After hearing Ms. Vallejo, Archie excuses himself from the conversation and heads towards the tablets and picks one up.
"I'm gonna call my foster parents real quick." He says to Ms. Vallejo.

Archie moves to a more uninhabited part of the cafeteria and pulls out his phone to dial his parents.
Anyone with super hearing would definitely be able to pick up on the conversation.
"Hey Mom, is Dad there? ... Yeah? ... Cool, I just got accepted into a super school called Daedalus. ... Yeah you can look it up. ... There's a good amount of super people here already and it seems the majority of my team is applying too. ... They said it would be free I think. Yeah I'll send you some details, is it okay if I sign up? ... Awesome, I'll see you in a bit. ... Love ya." Archie hangs up and rejoins the group to fill out his application. Archie makes sure to select a full curriculum, this may be his best chance yet to set things in the right direction.

Archie pouts at Indy and clasps his hands together. "Sorry Captain, shan't happen again, I'm a sucker for a pretty face and an exotic look. Now that I think about it, you fit that criteria too... " Archie flashes an extremely exaggerated wink and produces a bouquet of plastic roses and attempts to offer them to Indarius.

Archie bursts out in a grin after Eliana's correction. He then tosses the picture behind his shoulder and it vanishes.

"You got me there, Lady Galadriel. Might I deign you for a lock of your illustrious hair to bring me luck on my harrowing and dangerous journey of touring this school?" Archie says with a sly smile.

Archie turns the door into his house, his foster mom and father standing at the dinner table with a computer open and stern looks on their faces.

"Sup yall, why the long faces?" Archie says as he moves towards the pantry.

"Archie, you've been expelled. The school claims you are a known superhuman. What does that mean? Is this why you were attacked? We were notified about the incident yesterday. Where did you get that gun?" His mother asks with a concerned look.

oh s%~@.

"Well, about that, Um, I do have superpowers, cats kinda out of the bag with that one. I've had them for years, kept em hidden cause they are really useful, I can create stuff out of thin air, then it disintegrates. Like this."

Archie demonstrates his ability by crafting a sledgehammer then snapping his fingers causing it to vanish. His foster parents stare amazed.

"But I'm using my powers for good." He continues."I'm apart of a cool new super team with some kids from my school that's why they were expelled too."

"This is a lot to take in, I can imagine why you never told us." His father says. "It's still hard to comprehend." Archies mom approaches him and offers an embrace. "I'm proud of you son, that your using your gift for good." His mom says as she embraces Archie.
"Thanks Mom." Archie replies.

Better that they believe I was always a upstanding member of society, otherwise that conversation would have been way different.

Archie checks his phone to find several unread messages. "Excuse me, can we talk about this later in more detail? Duty calls."

Phalanx: Woohoo! No more school! Who cares that they kicked us out? I can make graduation certificates if anyone wants one.

Archie then uploads a selfie of him holding up a Doctorate of Law, a Doctorate of Medicine, and a Bachelors Degree in "Kicking Ass."

Phalanx: See? All of a sudden I'm a doctor and a lawyer. Also I gotta get out of the house so I'm down for anything as long as it happens right now.

Sweat drips down Archies brow, his knees feel weak.

"Why cant I pull the trigger. She tried to kill me, like twice!" Self doubt rips through his head. Mere seconds ago she had a gun levelled at his head. She didn't hesitate. Why is he?

Archie scoffs about month ago he would already have been walking away from a bloody stump blowing smoke from the barrel of his gun. That how he lived then what changed? Why is he different? Why hasn't he pulled the trigger?

"Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why cant I do it." He thinks, thoughts racing through his head.

He risks a quick look around at his new allies, his teammates, his new friends. Why not pull the trigger? Archie steels his nerves. Because he's trying to be better.

"I can't undo what I've done, but I can sure as hell try to make up for it." He says through gritted teeth at the assassin. Archie reaches into his back pocket and withdrawals a pair of handcuffs.

Keeping the shotgun levelled just in case, Archie takes a step back and grins at the Mourning Dove. "I am placing you under arrest by the order and authority of the f&%$ing dragon behind me and a bald sentient wrecking ball. Please cooperate."