Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20180302202500

Most of the guys had left the Acaspella practise room already, but Icarus would stay behind with Obsidian to stack up chairs. It was mostly out of habit, partially because Icarus wasn’t determined to make it to dinner on time, like the others. It was an excuse, really, for why he couldn’t (read: didn’t) tag along, and routine that he was still so desperately seeking.

Effortlessly, he picked one of the stacks he had made and carried it over to storage room. He balanced the stack in one arm, using the other to open the door, but the handle wouldn’t budge.

Superstrength, apparently, was only effective if you’re lifting things.

“Uh, Obsidian?” Icarus said, still carrying the stack of chairs. “Storage’s locked.” 