╔═════〘✦〙═════╗ ❝Don't be so dramatic...❞ ╚═════〘✦〙═════╝ ❂】ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ✸】sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍ ❂】ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs ✸】ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ #RWBYRP︱#MVRP 〔♡ + ↻〕

"No promises." He smiled, kryptonian senses strengthened as he felt the human's determination. "It's a simple plan. Make the people shut up, and..." He gestured, shrugged and held his arm out as if the world of Remnant is a tourist spot. "...make Remnant a better place."

"You're asking to get shut up." He raised his chin up at her, hovering over. His feet settled onto the dirt. "This world's suffered beforehand from Maidens, Arcuzers, Witches, and Demons. What's gonna make me any different enough for you to worry about?"

"Oh, my days are always wonderful, miss. I hope for you as well."

Bites back! Kidding, he doesn't budge at all. "That tickles."

"Need a hand?" He appears.

He smirked then decided to let out a good bit of his ice breath in order to decrease the heat then stopped. "My arctic breath helps."

"Welp--" He chuckled. "I have another thing that can help with that." He used his breath form ice on his hand then he'd melt the ice using his heat vision. Fire shooting out of his eyes.

"I try to help people, and they decline my offer. But they only accept those they want help from."

Does she need someone to use their 'Arctic Breath' on them to keep 'em cool?

Still useful either way. Aaand he likes pride. Just not the excessive kind.

Good to meet a potential new friend. "Good day to you, miss. Need some ice for that?" He asked, landing down infront of her.

An arrow was headed for @sharkgirlfaunus. Thus, a red and blue blur would come into the frame swooping in to grab the arrow before it could pierce her. Clark, in his new and bulkier flight suit, appeared infront of the shark faunus.

He gives a stuffed crocodile toy to a lost crocodile faunus with scales. "Need a friend? She'll keep you safe, kid." He said, unaware of the reader's presence.

"Easy there, Rose." He chuckled, holding his hands up.

"This is all too familiar to me, in fact. Sure!" He said then nodded, carefully taking the squirt gun.

He was laughing until- "And I oop-" He forgets all about the squirt gun and quickly snatches the real one away from her hand. "Please tell me this is a fake." He said.

He sweats, eyeing down. "Er... sorry. Occupational hazards." He chuckled nervously, scratching his head.

"Ehh? But, you got Crescent Rose and even she is more dangerous than a revolver." He smirked, crossing his arms.

"I am Kal-El of Krypton, Son of Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van." "But my true name is Clark Kent, and..." "...I'm here to help the people of Remnant."