**LITTLE BEAR**

Never Judge A Book By Its Cover... *ooc - paris, 29. he/him, pst

[littlebearbastian]

hey yawl! if you're mobile, I bet this will help.

Sebastian "Lil Bear" Baker (about)

Starters

Naughty Topics... 😉

[extinctiondefied]

His smile is bright. Beaming. Practiced. Not a war machine, a beautiful man. Adam even chuckles. His subroutines dedicated to pretending to be human were growing ever more advanced.

"Certainly." He motioned, then started walking. "I am Adam, a mentor here and instructor on meta human ethics. I am also the hero Iron Angel." As they walked, he turned around to face him, walking backwards. "Before we walk the entire way, is flight an option for you? It makes things easier. We have something of a trek."

[littlebearbastian]

"Flight?" he replied, looking apologetic. "Naw, dude, that's not my bag. But like," he looked back over his shoulder at the large traveler's backpack, and then back again, "I ain't got a lot to carry, and I do well on long walks." He thought for a moment, and then added, "But like, if you don't wanna take the time, you can just show me the direction, and I can find it on my own. I don't wanna, like, take you away from anything, if you're busy. I mean..."

He laughed slightly, awkwardly, and shrugged. "Sorry," he said, not even sure what he was sorry for. Or maybe he was just distracted by the greek adonis looking at him with such open, earnest eyes. He put his hand out to shake. "I'm Bear, uh, I mean, Sebastian Baker," he offered. "It's nice to meetcha, Mr. Iron Angel, Sir."

[thrallttleme]

Virgil had returned from a brisk walk, although, that's not what he has been telling everybody. Instead, the sleep inducing psionic had been telling his fellow colleagues he had just returned from a very strenuous and world saving errand. Explaining to the throng of people about campus how this caused him to need a nice warm relaxing shower expeditiously and more importantly; alone. Whether they all believed him or not seemed to matter less so to Virgil than getting the word out there of his apparent heroics. Cordoning off the entrance to the showers, Virgil smiled with achievement as he as walked closer to his well deserved and isolated pampering.

Disrobing in the locker room, Virgil continued his trek across the seemingly empty section of the facility. A towel wrapped around his waist and his hands carried his prime self care essentials, even one with ridges and a notable purple hue. Though, the sound of a shower already turned on and cascading water had seemed to get in the way of Virgil's self care plans. With a hint of displeasure in his eyes, Virgil continued to walk towards the source of sound. Upon doing so, his eyes widened.

Virgil found himself surprised. Not only from the impressive form being washed in front of him, but also due to whom the naked man might be to him.

"Didn't you see the tape? Said no entrance." Virgil began to say in a deep and serious tone. His shower caddy and purple people prober still in his hands. Before he could bask in his bravado, Virgil's own towel slipped off of his hips and onto the shower floor.

[littlebearbastian]

Bear could feel so much stress and anxiety starting to slough off of him, as the almost-scalding water pulsed against his skin. The heat of the water, and the scent of the citrus body wash, everything was making for a much-needed relief. He could feel his whole body enjoy the pampering, as he ran a sudsy washcloth across his torso, and lower. He knew his junk had gotten sweaty and rank in the same clothes for a couple days, and he made sure to give some extra care downstairs. He didn't mind his cock thickening with the attention, and even tugged it a few more times than needed, as he washed.

He was so deep into his sultry shower sensations, that he yelped and dropped the washcloth, when the voice called out behind him. In his head, time slowed, as his brain caught something unexpected. He cocked his head, and turned slowly, not bothering to hide his nudity. The sight before him confirmed his suspicion.

His nightmare, really.

"Virgil, you have got to be fucking kidding me," he said, a mixture of shock and anger. "What the hell are you doing here? ... Aren't you supposed to be in jail?"

[glossandglory]

Jonathan   answered   the   door   with   a   quiet   click,   posture   already   relaxed   but   alert   in   that   way   that   never   really   turned   off.   One   brow   lifting   as   he   took   in   Bear’s   stance   and   the   tension   practically   vibrating   off   of   him.   He   didn’t   comment   on   it   right   away.   He   allowed   the   other   man   a   few   seconds   to   say   something.   He   just   stepped   aside   enough   to   make   the   invitation   obvious,   a   subtle   tilt   of   his   head   toward   the   interior   before   his   gaze   returned   to   Bear’s.   “People   don’t   usually   knock   like   they're   bracing   for   impact,”   he   said   evenly,   voice   calm   but   not   cold.   The   kind   of   steady   that   made   it   hard   to   tell   if   he   was   amused   or   already   dissecting   the   situation.   His   eyes   softened   just   a   fraction   as   he   added,   “So   whatever   brought   you   here,   you   have   my   upmost   attention.”   Jonathan   shifted   his   weight,   arms   folding   loosely   as   he   leaned   against   the   doorframe,   giving   Bear   space   without   distance.   “Come   in.   Tell   me   what’s   not   sitting   right   in   your   head   before   it   turns   into   something   you   have   to   fight   alone.”

[littlebearbastian]

Bear walked in the room, impressed at how easily the man had read him. "I guess I'm like a walking billboard of nerves, huh?" he said, turning back to the Founder. He sighed, and tried to loosen his shoulders a bit. Getting called out at least broke a little tension for him, and helped him feel a bit more at ease. "Mr. Crosshairs, I gotta be honest," he offered, and saw a chair nearby, sitting down. He clasped his hands, and looked up at Smith. "You're like... the 'Combat Guy', ya know? Like, that's what everybody says, anyway, "Crosshairs is the perfect soldier dude', or whatever..." He shrugged, feeling awkward again.

[perfecttrophyboys]

[littlebearbastian]

Bear stood in front of the door, feeling awkward. This whole "asking for help" and "acknowledging faults" was so... UGh. Touchy-Feely. But he had no choice. He needed to make sure that things didn't go wrong for him. And everyone knew Crosshairs. He was like the king of cool and in-control combat expertise. Bear needed that kind of control.

He knocked on the door, and took a deep breath, readying himself for a rough conversation.

@xheroismsx

[littlebearbastian]

The shower water pounded against Bear's skin, and he sighed, relaxing into it. He hadn't had an actual hot shower in a few days, with all the travel, and then finding his way around the campus earlier, and setting his dorm up. It had been a long day. A long week, even. Accepted into Fortitude was a big deal, and it meant a lot of change. It was almost overwhelming. He wondered if this had even been the right choice? Leaving his life, and starting this wild new ride.

A superhero? Him? How the hell does that even happen?

It was completely bizarre, and he lost himself in the heat of the shower, and the thoughts of a new life for him. Which is why he didn't notice anyone coming in the shower at that moment.

@thrallttleme

[extinctiondefied]

Status: open Plot: Adam just stopped a meta crime in progress and returns, satisfied with a job well done.

A fight well done. A fight well won.

Iron Angel had arrived on the scene and apprehended the threats quite handily. Really, it had been childs play. As he walked into the building his armor melted away and was replaced with normal clothes.

The news was still talking about his fight, and a handful of students were watching it the news. He suspected there was something ironic about their ethics professor stomping a couple meta criminals into the ground.

Adam walked passed when someone stopped him. Smiling, he said, "hello there. How may I assist?"

[littlebearbastian]

Bear wasn't paying attention to what people were watching on the screens in the public spaces. In fact, not paying attention may have been his problem in the first place. He'd been a bit distracted by the stunning campus of Fortitude Hall. Everything was so expansive, and high-tech, with beautiful, rich grounds and greens. It was like walking into a dream. Especially for a kid from the wrong side of the tracks, like Bear. He couldn't keep his attention on where he was going, because he was too busy wondering how in the hell he managed to find himself here.

And because he wasn't paying attention, now he was lost.

He turned to the first person he saw nearby, and called out. When the man came up, he blushed a little. This dude was built like a castle, with muscles stacked on top of muscles. Very impressive. "Uh, yeah, sorry to bother you, dude... But like... Can you help me find the student housing?"

[littlebearbastian]

Bear wandered up to the Blessed Park, sweating from the heat outside. The weather was fantastic that afternoon, and the fields of the park were already busy with people out, enjoying some "touch grass" time. But Bear had other things to touch, though...

<txt> hey, I'm at the park.

<txt> just wearin a white tank and dark blue jeans. Come find me, big guy.

@gatewatchsword

[littlebearbastian]

Welcome to Fortitude, Little Bear.

He'll try not to break anything... This time.

[holygroundscafe]

fuck. whenever I write rp, my H WORD meter is running hard red line. I'm 'bout to blow a gasket. The pressure to release is building firm and it's gonna pop.

... And other engineering puns about orgasm.