Victim said:
Let's try not to sound like an idiot here. "It's nice to meet you, Apollo. I'm sorry about rushing out earlier," Megan says hesitantly.
Apollo has been silent the whole time, not because he was nervous but because it seemed like the team was formulating a plan, something he had never really done, at least when it came to doing super heroic things like busting up drug rings. He sort of just flew by the seat of his pants, hand-made Italian pants, but pants none the less.
He was on the plane lounging when the others finally noticed him, an odd thing… he was used to being the center of attention, not used to, he is the center of attention, focusing the light of the interior on himself, as he cracks his winning smile, dismissing the golden energy guitar he had in his hands with a thought, “No problem I figured I showed up at the absolute worst time, I should be the one apologizing, a pretty girl like you should never be upset,” he directs to Star.
He turns to Viridian, “Hey no worries, I would brush me off too if I wasn’t famous, and it still happens,” he jokes. He turns to Wren enjoying the attention, “Well I don’t have a fancy superhero name, so just call me Apollo; as far as to what I can do… I guess I control or create light energy… like my slamming light axe.”
With that he forms his signature light guitar, and riffs off a solid tune, an homage to the Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin; with a thought it turns into a great golden bow with sun and eagle motifs, and energy arrow forming in his other hand… the light sizzling around him, almost to bright to look at directly as if divine, before he dismisses it with his casual smile, returning the light to normal, yet making sure he stays at the center of attention.
He flops down on the seat and beckons the others to relax, “Yeah it isn’t as fancy as I would like, but it gets the job done, I can also fly pretty damn fast which is how I prefer to get around, it saves on travel expenses… it’s like Top Gun with less Scientology, and a hell of a lot more fun.”