“It c-can get a bit heavy around here.” Jack admitted weakly. “And M-Metro Man can’t be everywhere at once…” though he possibly could with his super speed but that sapped the life out of him, making him age faster when he used it. Or that’s what he heard through the grape vine. “Though there a-are some people who fight against the bad guys too, so… so it isn’t too one sided.”
“Interesting. Are you a hero or a villain? That blue skin and all…” [Rim was glad that she was more than capable of defending herself, it sounded like this city was as full of ruffians, to put it politely, as it was of eccentricities.]
“Me? O-oh. No. Not me. I’m an artist.” Jack explained quickly, shaking his head. “I’m j-just a blue skinned citizen. Nothing too fancy about me b-besides the, well. Blue skin.”
Jack Maple 