[So, this is the club building. It's decently sized, although a small part of him still wonders if there's still some sort of training area in there. If not, it needs one. Maybe that's a... club he can eventually form, 'train your skills and be prepared for battle.' Yeah, that sounds pretty decent.]
So, we'll look--
[The change is sudden, there's no grandiose effect, no shake in the atmosphere or anything like that, just one moment Scott talking before his voice disappears to leave behind an all to familiar version of Scott Summers standing in his place. He blinks, clearly confused, the memories of everything that just happened taking a moment to slot in his mind.
He raises a hand to his forehead, palm pressing against skin as he winces. Okay, that was weird.]
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So, we'll look--
[The change is sudden, there's no grandiose effect, no shake in the atmosphere or anything like that, just one moment Scott talking before his voice disappears to leave behind an all to familiar version of Scott Summers standing in his place. He blinks, clearly confused, the memories of everything that just happened taking a moment to slot in his mind.
He raises a hand to his forehead, palm pressing against skin as he winces. Okay, that was weird.]