[PQ] clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere

Oh yeah, fuck, the sun thing. He'd forgotten about that over monsoon season. Maeve gave him a hat, but it was a spot too late; he could feel his skin beginning to sizzle and knew he'd have to exist in the shadows for a while. Lightening his weight and floating over to a corner of the building not yet destroyed as quickly as he could, he sighed in relief as darkness covered his body again. Fuck, this sucked. At least he could still be of use here. "Hey, Nate-- oh, you're not Nate." He blinked at the newcomer, a man he felt like he recognised but had just enough subtle differences to not be his friend. "...You, anyway, toss the real stubborn bits over here and I'll smash 'em." When Bart threw over anything particularly hardy, Adam would fly himself up high then swiftly lower his gravity, hoping to heavily smash down into the debris with the heels of his boots. -- Adam scurries off to a shadow and uses his gravity changes to lift up then smash down onto debris. adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave