Through the Living Elan

Like whaaat? Are you even speaking english? What do you mean "nomimanate"? What does that, like, mean?

Pls, like, don't! I, like, don't even understand. Why would you even, like, do that?! Nooooo my mascara!!!

... ... ... ... ... ... ... I hope I don't only make myself laugh out loud...

But my makeup! It'd, like, be ruined!

U know it gurlypop!

Elan laid back on his ship, staring into the sky. The beautiful and terrifying infinite universe, stretching forever before him. He breathed cold, crisp air, listening to the wind around him. This... this was peace. He hated that it would have to end. Someday, sometime soon, they would have to learn. It hurt Elan, marring him down to the soul. So he ignored it, letting those thoughts flow out of his mind, leaving only him and the vast expanse above.

Elan rushes into the fray, messing with a few knobs. He slams a button, instantly IMPing everyone in the group. Then he turns on his cloaking, and lands his ship without anyone seeing.

Elan sighs. Again. Kids these days.

Elan sighed, shaking his head. He passed Nova's ship, then used his light-lance to pull Diana's ship up before it crashed. That would be expensive, and require lots of paperwork.

Elan rolls his eyes. Then he uses his light lance, expertly using other ships to swing around until he flies right under Diana, IMPing her as he passes. His ships swings around his acclivity ring, then locks into place as Elan shoots a blue beam at Diana from his Destructors.

I have more...

Elan continues flying. "Mhm. Just keep going, I'll just... practice over here."

"This is NO LONGER FRIENDLY!" Elan shouts. "Seriously. Stop it."

"Callsign... uh... Duplicate. Basically these bozo's are arguing about what flight is better. And I don't wanna join either because they've lost all reason."

"Um... okay... I'd start my own but no one would join. But it sounds like they all fight too much."

"But Phantom team sounds kinda over aggressive. You can't let your feelings blind your end goal. 'When the weakness of anger takes over, the strength of reason leaves.'" Elan says.

"So not phantom." Elan says. "Got it. I'm on obsidian then? Who's on there?"

Elan continues flying, sliding a few custom switches on his ship. It's colors began changing, flashing red, green, purple, and then it camouflaged with it's surroundings. Elan sighed. "Seriously, someone tell me what we're doing. And what team I'm on."

Elan froze. "Wow weird man. That was cool. But I don't think we're done here..." @[Redacted]

Elan threw a horseshoe, and a grinch collapsed into a pile of chocolate coins.

Elan sighs. "FIGHT RED. HE HAS CONTROL OVER REALITY! HE MADE EVERYTHING WATERMELON FLAVORED!"