Homelander doesn't lose time. If anything, he is painstakingly aware of every moment passing, of every tiny, minute bit of information flowing towards him. It's one of the things that makes him a Supe, one of the things that makes him better than all the regular humans; he's operating on with a terrabyte of processing power while they have to muddle along using megabytes.
So when things jag, when the world around him shudders and then reforms itself, it takes him by surprise. And Homelander very, very much does not enjoy surprises.
He sits up with a gasp, his eyes still burning from recently-fired lasers, his ears still ringing with a crowd gone suddenly still, suddenly watchful, a breath away from passing judgment on him. He's no longer in the square, no longer watching a man fall in slow motion, head split apart by lasers. He's in a room somewhere, dressed in hideous pajamas--his suit! where is his suit?!--and this is wrong, this is all wrong, where's Ryan, what did they do to Ryan, where is his son?
He clenches, the instinct to take flight and take to the skies immediate, and... nothing happens. Homelander remains solidly on the bed, the ceiling above him remains intact. He tries again, and... nothing.
For the first time in a long time, panic bubbles at the back of his throat.
"What did you do to me?!"
II. Pink carnation and a pick-up truck
This is terrible.
After an eventful morning of running through all his powers and discovering that they're all gone, Homelander takes to the street. It had to have been Soldier Boy, he's the only one who could have done this to him, and Homelander is going to find that Russian-defecting piece of shit and... well. He's going to make sure Soldier Boy knows exactly where he stands with the new world order.
The block party catches his interest, and he drifts towards it. He's gotten dressed, finding a dark blue shirt in his closet and tucking a small American flag he found in its pocket. His gait is awkward, hitching up with each step, like he's used to a weight behind him that's now gone, and there's this weird ache in his gut that he's not used to. If this is what being de-powered is like, he can't say he recommends the experience.
He takes a burger and a beer offered to him, more to blend in than because he wants them, but the smell--blunted and faint as it is--catches his attention. He devours the burger in a few big bites, and then swigs at the beer as he surveys the crowd. Unbeknownst to him, the beer hits his empty stomach and no-longer-super system like a ton of bricks.
When someone passes him, Homelander reaches out to get their attention.
"Hey. Hey, you. Come here. I have some questions."
III. American Pie
When the sirens blare, Homelander allows himself to be herded into a shelter. He's partially intoxicated for the first time in his life, and the alcohol has made him docile. Once in the shelter, he looks around, taking in everyone else down there with him.
They're so scared, and a memory drifts to the surface.
When people are afraid, it's up to you, Homelander, to reassure them. Your job is to make sure they aren't scared anymore, because you're there, and you'll protect them. Make sure they know that Vought is looking out for them, and as long as you're around, they'll be okay.
That all turned out to be lies, full cloth bullshit, but the instinct is still there. Homelander tries to crack a smile.
"Hey, it's okay! Don't be afraid, I'm sure Vou--the authorities are taking care of things. We'll all be fine." More grinning, until his cheeks start to ache. "I'm sure it's nothing. It'll be over soon."
Homelander | The Boys | Prospective Player
Homelander doesn't lose time. If anything, he is painstakingly aware of every moment passing, of every tiny, minute bit of information flowing towards him. It's one of the things that makes him a Supe, one of the things that makes him better than all the regular humans; he's operating on with a terrabyte of processing power while they have to muddle along using megabytes.
So when things jag, when the world around him shudders and then reforms itself, it takes him by surprise. And Homelander very, very much does not enjoy surprises.
He sits up with a gasp, his eyes still burning from recently-fired lasers, his ears still ringing with a crowd gone suddenly still, suddenly watchful, a breath away from passing judgment on him. He's no longer in the square, no longer watching a man fall in slow motion, head split apart by lasers. He's in a room somewhere, dressed in hideous pajamas--his suit! where is his suit?!--and this is wrong, this is all wrong, where's Ryan, what did they do to Ryan, where is his son?
He clenches, the instinct to take flight and take to the skies immediate, and... nothing happens. Homelander remains solidly on the bed, the ceiling above him remains intact. He tries again, and... nothing.
For the first time in a long time, panic bubbles at the back of his throat.
"What did you do to me?!"
II. Pink carnation and a pick-up truck
This is terrible.
After an eventful morning of running through all his powers and discovering that they're all gone, Homelander takes to the street. It had to have been Soldier Boy, he's the only one who could have done this to him, and Homelander is going to find that Russian-defecting piece of shit and... well. He's going to make sure Soldier Boy knows exactly where he stands with the new world order.
The block party catches his interest, and he drifts towards it. He's gotten dressed, finding a dark blue shirt in his closet and tucking a small American flag he found in its pocket. His gait is awkward, hitching up with each step, like he's used to a weight behind him that's now gone, and there's this weird ache in his gut that he's not used to. If this is what being de-powered is like, he can't say he recommends the experience.
He takes a burger and a beer offered to him, more to blend in than because he wants them, but the smell--blunted and faint as it is--catches his attention. He devours the burger in a few big bites, and then swigs at the beer as he surveys the crowd. Unbeknownst to him, the beer hits his empty stomach and no-longer-super system like a ton of bricks.
When someone passes him, Homelander reaches out to get their attention.
"Hey. Hey, you. Come here. I have some questions."
III. American Pie
When the sirens blare, Homelander allows himself to be herded into a shelter. He's partially intoxicated for the first time in his life, and the alcohol has made him docile. Once in the shelter, he looks around, taking in everyone else down there with him.
They're so scared, and a memory drifts to the surface.
When people are afraid, it's up to you, Homelander, to reassure them. Your job is to make sure they aren't scared anymore, because you're there, and you'll protect them. Make sure they know that Vought is looking out for them, and as long as you're around, they'll be okay.
That all turned out to be lies, full cloth bullshit, but the instinct is still there. Homelander tries to crack a smile.
"Hey, it's okay! Don't be afraid, I'm sure Vou--the authorities are taking care of things. We'll all be fine." More grinning, until his cheeks start to ache. "I'm sure it's nothing. It'll be over soon."