Misery Loves Company (Starter for Homelander)

[quitethereverse]

Skidding to a stop in a residential area, Eobard checks a device to confirm the current date. "Right on target." He said as he looks to see a group of bewildered thugs hanging out nearby. A cruel smirk crosses his lips as he starts to walk towards them, causing the men to attempt to flee.

"Heh. Time to cause some trouble. Hopefully they'll send him after me." He says, disappearing in a bolt of electricity as he gives chase to the thugs.

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[voughtpride]

He fell silent again with a furrowed brow. The other man was painfully right...

He had been groomed for righteousness- to an extent. He was also meant to be a god among the common people and among the supes. Why shouldn't he be able to enjoy the total fruits of his labor?

[quitethereverse]

"Tempting, isn't it? I can tell by your reaction." He says. "I'll make sure that you're the only one anyone needs. They'll worship the ground you walk on."

He hooks an arm around Homelander's shoulder.

"All I need to get started, is a base of operations. You can help with that, right?"

[voughtpride]

He would hesitate a moment before a thought came to him.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧...

"I have some place a ways out...It's small, but it could get the job done"

[quitethereverse]

'He's easier than I thought...'

After thinking to himself for a moment, a smirk forms on his face as his gloved fingers toy with the fabric of Homelander's cape.

"Let's check it out. Lead the way."

[voughtpride]

Nodding. The blonde would fly out of his window, knowing that the other man would follow with ease.

[quitethereverse]

He breaks into a run immediately after, pacing himself so he could follow Homelander closely.

[voughtpride]

His cape whipped around as the blonde cut through the air at top speeds, knowing that Eobard could more than keep up.

They would leave the main portion of the city behind, his expression softening and growing more calm as they ventured further out. Woods and nothing else was really around before he would descend carefully by a cabin. The building looking a bit small. Clearly made for just getting away, not to entertain much- if at all.

[quitethereverse]

A streak of yellow tears through the area, following Homelander on the ground and eventually reaching that wooded area. He stops on a dime right where the hero landed, a brief rush of wind following him.

"You weren't kidding. Who the hell would come all the way out here?"

[voughtpride]

"𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚" He snapped slightly. "Wasn't that the fucking point?" he rolled his eyes slightly in annoyance.

[quitethereverse]

"Hey. Nix the attitude." He boldly retorted. "Is that any way to treat someone who wants to help you?"

Despite their tiff, Eobard smirks as he walks ahead. "Let's see what we're working with."

[voughtpride]

A slow huff of an exhale. He needed to calm down... He nodded and moved to the porch to unlock the door. Homelander pushed the door open and clicked the lights on.

The cabin looked just as plain as day. A television with a game console sat on a glass entertainment center. A long sofa across from it. It wasn't anything too state of the art, but it was...actually cozy. There was some things strewn about, but nothing too much of note. It looked barely lived in.

[quitethereverse]

Stepping inside, Eobard looks around and crosses his arms. "Not bad at all. This definitely works. Not like it'd take me long to get back to the city if I need to."

Walking over to the sofa, the speedster takes a seat. "Alright, Boy Scout. Let's talk shop."