Elite Comic Universe PBP

Arturo was at the animal shelter, helping out, and spending some quality time with the critters.

On the side with the mural, Hanh was speaking with a reporter doing a small piece on her and her work.

He waited for the interview to conclude, not wanting to interupt."

Once finished she smiled and waved him over.

He returned the smile as he approached. "How are you Hanh?"

Hanh smiled and said, “It’s been crazy, sorry I’ve been so busy, lots of people are finding my work. It’s overwhelming.”

"I am sure." he grinned. "But, it is well deserved. You are a great artist. Is there anything I can do to help?"

She chuckled and said, "No, it's mostly just trying to find time to do school, work, and keep up with the interviews. I barely have time to work on my art, or it feels like that."

"But I did get a big commission, like huge." She looked embarrassed and said, "I have not even told my family, yet. It seems unreal."

"Just make time for yourself, alright? Don't get lost in it all." he suggested. "That's why I want to take you to the gala, to give you a night out and have some fun."

"I know, I know, just don't want to let anyone down," she admitted. "But yeah the gala will be cool, it sounds cool at least."

"We'll have fun. And, we can leave whenever you want." He promised. "Tell me about this commission."

“This company reached out to me and want me to do a sculpture, I am thinking of depicting the Semetic triad… but I need to make it awesome, because the money is so big,” she said nervously.

"That's very interesting. Were you thinking of a specific triad or did you have a twist in mind?" He asked.

“I want to make it my own, maybe depict them as elites maybe? But I am not sure if modern mythology mixed with Elites is too on the nose,” she said honestly.

"Maybe." he shrugged. "There would probably be debate as to who deserves to be in which role. You'd need to leave it open to interpretation."

"It's kind of dumb idea," she responded. "It's surreal. Is this how it feels to be on your show? Like it's not truly real?"

"I do question whether I belong, knowing what the others can do." He admitted. "Technically, I am in competition with them. But, I try not to think of it that way. I'm just trying to become the best version of myself I can be."

He looked up at the mural. "Don't listen to me. It's your art. It should be what you want it to be, because you're the only one who can make it. Listen to your heart."

"Well what you think means a lot to me," she admitted. "If it helps you're my favorite Elite."

"Then let's discuss the triad. What do they represent to you?" he asked.

She had to think for a moment and said, "The cycles of life and death, and all things in between. I think, it's a lot."