Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190327223159/@comment-5543592-20190328024758

"Probably Shrike." Tanner said. "I think I'll be the most use there."

He didn't want to brag or boast, but he felt he was sort of a league above Randall Clark or Thomas Hamilton. Like, Tanner could fly. How many people could fly? Bullets weren't a threat to him, so long as he was prepared for them. The biggest threat to Tanner was himself-- the potential overuse of his photokinesis. But Shrike... she sounded like she was a real danger. And if he wasn't there when they faced her, people could get hurt.

Funnily enough, he was thinking of what Cable would want him to do. Tanner's first instinct was to seek out Shrike himself, try to fight her solo. But Cable's image of Tanner was someone who worked as part of a team, who protected life before he took it. Tanner wasn't an overly violent person, but he understood it had its place. Violence begets violence, and violence was all Shrike was.

"I'm not... I'm different than I was fourteen years ago.  Not because of only, you know, what happened  to me, but the things I've done, seen, had to do... they built me up.  Do you know what I mean?"

"I reckon." Josey nodded. It took him a moment to respond, he seemed sort of out of it, his rage fading into a reflective lethargy. "We'd need'a fly.  Teleporter she has was mine."