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[Bart suddenly appears standing behind him, peeking over his shoulder to look at the photos.]

Wow...hair styles back then were insane!

[What the fuck where the hell did he come from? Julian blinked, looking over his shoulder to Bart. The he cleared his throat, shrugging as he looked back a the photo of his own mother and father getting married. ]

It was the eighties, what can you do?

Talk about ancient!

[With a grin the kid chuckled for a second and vanished again. Bart moved with imperceptible speed and was suddenly in the kitchen digging around in the fridge. The teen spotted something edible and called out from the other room.]

Hey you gonna eat these leftovers? I'm freaking starving!

[Without waiting for a reply Bart appeared again, sitting on the couch nearby, with a plate of food on his lap.]

Waste not want not, right?

Yeah, tell me about it-

[Julian paused when he noticed the teen had disappeared. The man tilted his head, pocketing the photos before Bart's voice called out from the kitchen. And then next thing you know Bart's on Julians couch, eating his food. Jules sat on his counter, hands hangin low between his legs as he watched Bart. ]

Go for it. I wasn't hungry anyways. So you're a speedster, huh?

[Bart nodded between bites and within seconds the plate was empty.]

Cool thanks man.

[The term speedster brought on a smile as the strange kid disappeared once more only to reappeared again standing before the man with an outstretched hand; the plate gone as it had been washed dried and put away.]

Fastest freaking man alive bud! Name's Impulse by the way.

[Jimmy couldn't help but look, even if he was a complete and utter stranger, because Jimmy was like a moth to a flame when it came to pictures. He glanced curiously at the pictures as the man flipped pages.]

Those are really good. Did you take them?

I have some friends that would argue that.

[ The kid was fast, sure, but was he faster then Northstar? Or Quicksliver? That was tough to gague. There was going to have to be a race. Julian could sell tickets, he could make a pretty penny.

When the hand was offered Julian smiles and takes it with one of his own fully metal ones and gave it a shake. Yeah. He had metallic hands controlled by his telekinesis. Awkward. ]

Hey. I'm Hellion. Nice to meet a fellow freak.

Oh, well they can argue all they like but your friends will be eating my dust in the blink of an eye!

[Bart grinned at the thought of there being others like him out there, others who knew what it was like to always be running till the world slowed to a crawl.]

It's cool meeting you Hellion!

Julian? Are you alright?

[ Julian looks up from the photo and sees Sooraya there and gives a smile. He clears his throat, waving the photo around carelessly. ]

Oh you know. Lookin at an old family photo. No biggie. How are you Sooraya?

Man oh man, if I was a speedster myself if be kicking your ass. But alas, I can only maintain supersonic speeds for a few minutes and it nearly kills me when I do so ill just gracefully bow out.

[ Julian tucks away the photo. ]

Same here. So are you a mutant or is your speed man made?

Me? God no

[ Julian pushed the photo into Jimmy's hand. ]

My parents were loaded. They hired a photographer for this Keller Family portrait.

Yes, I could see that part. Are you okay?

I'm doing well. Or as well as can be expected.

Supersonic is nothing to sneeze at! Took me a few weeks to break the sound barrier, and it took this whole insane torture thing for me to push myself to hitting the speed of light.

[The kid paused for a moment as he considered the question and finally offered a slight shrug.]

Not sure. Wasn't born this way, was a normal kid till one day there was this bright flash of light and then BAM! Got all my abilities, but lost all my previous memories too.