Owner	Pose
Freddy Freeman	Freddy Freeman is in a wheechair today, not that he really needs one, a simple crutch will do, but in this case he is playing center in a wheelchair basketball team. Well, he is preparing for the game by practicing maneuverng a chair. Since he does not use one often, he needs the practice. He is just fine at dribbling and throwing the ball. He over at the rehab area of the Bellevue Hospital training with several other rehab patients.
Osiris	A few sightings of a dusky new superhero with a bold golden lightning bolt on his chest have been spotted here and there. Some videoes have even been posted online, of the youth doing random acts of good, specifically in this particular area. He never strays for long, though, and when he touches down on the street to lift a young girl who appears to have fallen from the road and back into the sidewalk, it can be assumed that he will not stay for long.
Freddy Freeman	Someone (whether they were looking outside or got a text is unclear) exclaims, "Hey, there is a superhero outside. Is that Black Lightning? I thought he was older." Freddy quickly wheels his chair to the window and stands (supporting his weight on his good leg). While e recognizes the costume, more or less, the person in it is unfamiliar. He says to the others, "I am going to see if I can get an Autograph, excuse me." He grabs his crutch and limps from the room, as soon as he is out of sight he says, "Shazam!" which transforms him in a flash to Pantheon. He Teleports from the corridor out to near where he saw the dark garbed figure...
Osiris	The girl, no more than eight years of age, is clinging and crying all over the young hero. He frowns, slightly perturbed by all the snot on his shoulder. "You...um are alright," He pats the girl on the head. "You saved me!" She pulls away and gives the godling a look of awe. "Are you...are you a superhero?" "I would like to think so, yes," He places the girl on the ground who then clings to his legs, asking him to fly her home and for his autograph (naturally). He grits his teeth and makes to untangle himself from the child's arms when Pantheon appears. He stops dead, his own eyes widening as he gazes upon the other champion. "You wear Shazam's mark." How he can utter that name and remain unchanged is a question for the ages.
Freddy Freeman	Freddy responds, "As do you, though only one of his direct line I know wears black." Freddy listens to Apanel, seeing what the Goddess of Compassion says about the soul inside the black-clad form. He can already tell the power bearer is a child, though somewhat older than him. One who is much like himself, someone with much pain in their past and a great deal of stubbornnness.
Osiris	The prince of Kahndaq gathers his composure and crosses his arms, haughtily even as Freddy points out his benefactor. "You know two now," The child clinging to him quiets, sensing some seriousness from this conversation. "I am called Osiris, the namesake of the Egyptian god of death. I have been searching for...others for some time. I heard this country has a surfeit of the Wizard's champions."
Freddy Freeman	Pantheon responds, "There are more than one of us, though techniclly I am not quite a champion. I was created much the same way the Chanpions are, but I am a living prison for an evil so great it can not be allowed to manifest again in this universe, Zonuz the Maga Kahn. I have power, power equal to any of the Champions, but a different purpose." He trusts Apanel when she tells him this one is not a threat, at least not now. Hopefully Freddy trustine Osiris will not be a mistake.
Osiris	"And you were born to this country...?" Osiris takes in Pantheon for a breath longer than necessary. This is his first time in the face of another champion, whether this one is a legitimate one or not. Freddy //feels// like a champion, so the young man is willing to roll with it, as it were. He has so many questions, so many, but only one comes out, "Are you...do you look like this in your other form?"
Freddy Freeman	Freddy considers his answer, "This form is crafted from the stuff of dreams, literally. It was formed in a place called dreamtime, it is not my current self, but it is more my ideal self. The self I might someday have been had things gone differently. When I was younger, a villain nearly killed me, creating a distraction for a hero. To this day I come to this hospital here for physical therapy, for medical science is still not able to cure all the damage done to me." That might be enough for someone to figure out who he is, so it is a bit risky telling it, but trust has to start somewhere. He did not mention his current age yet.
Osiris	"I see," Osiris nods slowly, casting a glance at the hospital. There is a pang in his heart, a brief moment where he almost admits to his own shortcoming (or what he perceives as such) before he holds back. He knows there is a connection there and stores it in the back of his mind. "It...it would be good to have someone to help me navigate this new world, and if you are familiar with it..." That seems as close as the godling will go to asking a stranger for aid.
Freddy Freeman	Freddy responds, "I will be there to help you, no one you will find understands you better that other champions of magic, in many ways we are family." With his power of Compassion, he understands others very well indeed.
Osiris	"Very well," Osiris picks the very confused child still clinging to his leg and attaches her to his waist. "Where did you say you live, young one?" He begins to lift into the air, calling down to Freddy. "I did not catch your name, champion. If you are to guide me, I should know it, I think."
Freddy Freeman	Freddy replies, "They call me Pantheon, after those who empower me." That is true, though Freddy chose the name himself. It is better, he had decided, to be able to say your own name.