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Who: ~~Kate Bishop~~ Hawkeye and whoever wants to join in.
What: Night patrol, keeping the streets free of violence and people becoming dinner.
Where: Abrogate Green
When: Midnight between Misdi and Coardi
Notes: Come run into her. She is here to halp if you need it and chat if you don't. And perhaps run into fellow superheroes? Also, if you are not familiar with her in her hero role, pretend the costume actually hides her identity?

Abrogate Green. Not one of the high class towns of Baedal, but it's not the lesser desirable sections either. For now, though, it's a familiar area to the young woman who's taking a seat on a random rooftop in the middle of the night. She's dressed in purple spandex from head to toe, accessorized with a pair of sunglasses, a white scarf, and a bow and arrow set that's honestly hard to miss no matter how dark it is.

Suddenly, she jumps to her feet, pulling the string of the bow taut at the same time. She freezes and aims towards her lower left, slowly taking in the shadowy movement that caught her attention. Just a coyote digging in the trash. Nothing to get worked up over. Except... that coyote morphs into a human being--or something that looks like one--and ambles off out of the alleyway. All Kate can do is pull her arms back into a relaxed position and shake her head, not even shocked at werecoyotes and shapeshifters.

Baedal makes Kate feel at home with things like this.

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Max is doing some patrolling of her own, though not because she's looking for trouble (or even for those causing trouble). Nights often leave her restless, and she's gotten used to going without sleep after the nightmares she'd been suffering from had forced her to stay awake; not that she'd been doing much sleeping before then. She's more comfortable in the nighttime, everything looks the same in the dark in cities no matter where you are.

Well, that's not entirely true, but it's similar enough that she doesn't miss Seattle quite as much. Having Alec here helps, but there's too many other things she wants here that aren't here, so she usually finds herself wandering the streets when she feels lonely. They've become her replacement for the Space Needle when the rooftop of her apartment building doesn't cut it (and when they're not being overrun by ants, slugs, and parasitic monkeys).

She hears some rustling, then the sound of feet hitting pavement and tenses, waiting to hear if someone cries out in accompaniment to their running, or if there's anyone following them. Nothing. But she continues heading in the direction she heard it in anyway, just in case.

Edited 2011-09-13 05:40 (UTC)

Kate reminds in her rooftop position, still keeping an eye on things. The werecoyote has gone running off into the night, dipping down into a nearby alley and leaving nothing but the sound of a slamming door in it's wake. Things fall silent for barely a minute before the footsteps return, this one sounding remarkably different than the slap of bare feet on cobblestones.

Nothing but a young girl walking around at night. Kate could tell her to be careful, but that would give away her patrol position and Kate is the last person to tell somebody else the dangers of being outside of the house past midnight.

In the dead of night, in a sidestreet on the westernmost edges of the district, there's a panicked shout - someone is (apparently) being mugged, his assailant sporting a curiously well-cut coat and sunglasses. He's got the other man pinned to a brick wall, holding something up near his neck, and whatever discussion they're having, though muffled, is clearly not pleasant.

Whatever they're chatting about it's of the least importance of Kate. The shout brings her across rooftops and down a drainage pipe to street level, a few feet away from the altercation. Somebody up against a wall? There's no turning her back on this.

Lifting her bow, she angles the arrow for a non-vital spot--an ankle, a knee, a buttcheek--before giving a verbal warning. "Let him go and I'll let you go."

The victim's expression shifts from stunned to thrilled - and it's not a nice smile - but the man holding him against the wall relents, raising his arms in a submissive gesture. The other guy bolts immediately, without so much as a thank-you.

It's still too dark to properly see either the smile or the identity of the perp, but Kate can definitely see that the victim is okay enough to hit the road. A thank you's not necessary; his safety is thanks enough.

She expected the mugger to be hot on the heels of the other guy, but with him standing there defeated, it makes her job easier. All she has to do is round him up and dump him at a Militia office and let them take care of the criminal, so as she steps closer to the man that arrow is still pointed at his kneecap just in case of any sudden moves.

"Keep your hands up."

"I saw an inappropriate film that stared like this once," he says, and sounds for all the world like someone who speaks fluent English, with only the crisp after-effects of a man truly but perhaps distantly Parisian. He also sounds pretty entertained, and he laces his fingers together at the back of his head.

Edited 2011-09-16 23:46 (UTC)

"Isn't robbing people bad enough?" Gross. Kate grimaces in the worst way as she moves further into the alley with careful steps, dead on this clown. Young Avengers don't kill, but Kate can't say she isn't tempted to move up from his knee and aim directly for his ass. "Face the wall. And stop talking. I'm not in the mood."

"It's early still, perhaps I'm not one to let a minute of life slip by." Yes, it's terrible, but he's just trolling her - hopefully she won't ACTUALLY shoot him, because he'd hate to have to explain how quickly he can recover.

"I'm already facing the wall. You're not going to ask me what that was about?"

"I thought I said stop talking?" Sheesh. If there's one thing Kate hates about this line of work it's mouthy villains. Why can't they just quit the trash talking once they've been caught? It would really make her job so much easier if they just took the beating and repented.

"I don't need to ask. It was pretty obvious you were mugging that guy," she explains for some insane reason as she moves one hand off her bow to get her makeshift cuffs from her waistband. They're just doubled and tripled up zip ties, but it's the best she's got in lieu of actual cuffs. "Now shut up and stay still. It'll go smoother for both of us."

Hey, he didn't even get a beating. What half-assed service!

"You're right. I'm a bad man. That other guy, though, was significantly worse. I myself am a gentleman, and ceased when you told me to. Others are not so polite. What do you have pointed at me, anyway?"

God, why won't he shut up? If he spent as much time doing community service as he does yapping, maybe he could have made a difference in Baedal.

Kate just sighs heavily as she gets a couple of ties in one hand and wriggles to get her arrow back in the quiver and her bow in a position that frees her hand enough to grab this clown's wrists. Dealing with this guy is like dealing with Tommy only with less explosions. At least she's managed to get his wrists tied together without him talking her ears off, but when Kate grabs him by a shoulder to turn him around, the face that stares back at her makes her wish he just kept talking.

"Remy?"

Even with his sunglasses on, he's unmistakable. He grins, dropping the fake accent when he speaks next. "Surprise? Fille you gotta work on your cuff method, if I was actually an asshole you'd be knocked out by now."

"No, I wouldn't." Well, she would have probably taken a few good licks, but she's better at hand-to-hand combat than she is at cuffing. Besides, she's usually working with a team. She only has two hands; what does he expect her to do?

But there is a better question for her to ask Remy: "What were you doing to that guy?" Please don't say mugging.

"Mugging him." There's a faint glow from behind is head and the dulled 'ping' of a snapping noise as the bio-kinetic energy slips from his skin into the cuff and breaks it. He drops his hands. "I wasn't lyin' though, he's a member of one of the syndicates outta Aspic lookin' to make trouble with the Broad Arrow gangs."

He said mugging him. Thanks, Remy.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Kate's not too familiar with the syndicates just yet, only picking up bits and pieces of names and intel from overhead conversations while on patrol. It would have been nice if Remy gave her a head's up when the guy was still on the scene instead of spending the last few minutes trolling her.

"'Cause I wanted you to bust me." Well, her or somebody else - he's glad it's her. Somebody else might have gotten awkward. (Especially with the porno line!) "Now my cover's better - which means you can't follow up on that guy tonight. But you can follow up when I pass you more info, no?"

There is a method to his madness, you see.

Oh, like the porno line with Kate isn't awkward enough already?

"You take the long way around things, don't you?" Now she can't follow up on that guy, yes, but at the same time, it kills any potential for more patrolling because while the city is huge, huge cities always seem to be smaller than they seem. The likelihood of her running into said guy again is a probability that Kate doesn't want to test. She might as well go home and go straight to bed.

Running a hand over her face and into her hair, Kate sighs again. "What now?"

It was charming!

"I like the scenery." He's still amused - she did pretty good, and he feels like she'll probably quicken up without any nagging at all, even if it's only to avoid a repeat performance from Remy himself. "Now I bail and get back to work, and pretend I managed to ditch you."

It was annoying!

She'll have to. Granted, Kate has been slacking in the other place since things were easier. Definitely will have to grab the boys and do some heaving training regardless of how much they complain. Last thing Kate needs is for Eli to show up here and moan and groan about how lazy they've gotten.

"Whatever. I'll hit you for this later." That's a joke. Maybe.

Then it's a good thing he's not going to make a crack about some guys looking forward to that sort of thing.

"Thanks." He grins. "Have a good night~"

And he's off. To do... whatever it is he does, to keep his houseful afloat. Mysterious.

Adrian has been trying to hit a different neighborhood every night he's out -- it's a great way to learn the ins and outs of the city, and what the neighborhoods are really like when the residents think no one is watching. He's still not used to a lot of the things he's seeing, but a man who can be friends with someone like Dr. Manhattan is a man who can adapt to new ideas pretty quickly.

He's scaled the building to take advantage of the view afforded by the roof, but it seems someone has beat him to it. For a moment it's like the old days, and it could be Silk Spectre there if not for the bow, Nite Owl's ship coming over the horizon at any moment. Adrian moves in a little closer then stops, folding his arms over his chest as he watches the woman, sure that she'll notice his presence, if she's worthy of the costume she wears.

The night's fallen quiet for the last past half an hour, if Kate doesn't count a few stray animals that are actually animals this time and two or three groups of inebriated partiers on their way home. Things are just still enough for her to realize that she's no longer alone.

The footfall going on behind her yanks at the edges of her attention and Kate turns towards the figure in the shadows, fingers tight against the bow string, ready for anything. It's neither Tommy or Billy or anybody else she recognizes. He's clearly in the same line of business that she is if his outfit is any indication, but Kate doesn't know which side he's fighting for. "Who are you?"

Adrian holds his ground but doesn't make any movements that might be considered threatening. Instead he offers the woman a small smile.

"Ozymandias. Don't worry, I'm not trying to impinge on your territory. I was just surprised to someone like you out here. I didn't realize there were others."

Ozymandias? She's heard some odd code names in her time as a superhero (hello Asguardian.), but this one is brand new and quite a mouthful.

"Others like what?" Kate assumes that he means superheroes but she's a little fish in a big pond here; it would be stupid to take him at face value until she knows where he stands. For now, though, she relaxes her grip giving off the impression that she's not threatened or threatening.

Hm. Adrian's sure she understands his meaning, so he figures it's either that she's still suspicious or she isn't used to seeing other heroes around. He tilts his head slightly, questioningly.

"Where I come from we call them masked heroes, or 'masks'. Maybe you have another term for it?"

It's the former. As far as the latter is concerned, Kate can't walk down the street back at home without bumping into a handful of heroes before she even reaches the corner.

"Superheroes." She visibly relaxes further and disengages her arrow, slipping it into the quiver strapped to her back. "I've never seen you before. Where are you from?"

Once, years ago, Adrian wouldn't have felt so surprised to see another mask (or villain) out and about. They're scarce around the streets of New York now, though, what with the Keene Act making them illegal.

"New York," he answers, not to be sarcastic, but because he has no idea how else to put it. Not even Dr. Manhattan has encountered interdimensional travel yet, so Adrian has no terminology for the 'where' of his home world. "A New York I doubt you're familiar with," he amends. "I would know you if you were."

"Right. Definitely not from the New York I'm from." Granted, her version of the pace has more heroes than they know what to do with and with new ones popping up everyday, it gets harder to track them down. But Kate'll take that over the Superhuman Registration Act. She'll take anything over that.

"What year is it where you're from?" she asks as squats down to stretch her legs.

As she relaxes, so does Adrian, slightly, although when he's out in costume he's never really relaxed. He's still learning the city and its potential for crime and violence, and considering what has cropped up just in the short time since his arrival, it pays to never be off your guard.

"Nineteen eighty-five. Yourself?"

"Two thousand and ten." Nineteen eighty-five seems like forever to Kate who wasn't even born then. She can't even begin to imagine that the world was like to a superhero back then. She'll have to pick Remy and Wanda's brains for curiosity reasons.

"Hawkeye, by the way."

Edited 2011-10-03 16:07 (UTC)

"What's up, hot stuff?"

Tommy blurs into the picture as is his wont. He's not wearing his uniform (since it's not here), but he's got a green shirt and his goggles are strapped to his face, so it's close enough in his opinion.

"You out fighting the good fight too?"

His greeting gets a quick eyeroll, but nothing more as Kate's pretty much gotten used to Tommy's plethora is pet names for her. She turns to him and eyes his makeshift uniform, really wishing she had her credit card and fashion hookups to get him an actual one.

"Somebody has to. Why not us?"

"Good point." On one hand, Tommy recognizes that he's not as fashionable as other people, but really, he's got his goggles and his green, so if his bum isn't on display as much as it used to be, that's cool. He still sextastic.

"Well, since we're both out here, maybe we should just work together. Like old times, right?"

Old times. It's weird to think of it like that, but it's almost been months now, which is ages to a normal teenager. To a speedster, it's forever.

Sextastic? Only Tommy would think that and use that word to describe himself.

Like old times, indeed. Before now, she hadn't seen Tommy in over a year. Dare Kate say she missed him? Maybe. But then again, she missed the entire team. They've become her little family, even down to the tears and arguments. Kate wouldn't replace them for the world.

"Canvass the surrounding five blocks," Kate orders, taking the lead in lieu of Eli being here. "No, make that fifteen." Tommy can do those fifteen in ten seconds flat. Kate has faith in him.

Tommy salutes smartly. "Your wish is my command, fearless leader."

He's gone before he quite finishes speaking and, just as Kate predicted, he's back in a rush of wind in a couple heart beats.

"It's pretty quiet out here, but if you wanna go somewhere a little rougher..." He holds out his arms expectantly. "I can give you a lift?"

It's hard to tell whether or not he winked because of the goggles. Then again, this is Tommy. You can probably assume that he's doing something.

Kate tries not to assume anything about Tommy only because she's usually right about whatever shenanigans he's up to. No, not usually, always.

"Sure. Can't stay in the safe spot all night." Putting herself into Tommy's arms is merely an easier way to get from point A to point B. Kate straightens up on her feet and rearranges her bow and quiver before taking Tommy's arms by the wrist. He's going to have to pick her up eventually, so she's just waiting for him to get it into gear.

Well, Tommy had only been waiting for her okay before manhandling her (he can be a gentleman sometimes! Or rarely. Something like that) so when she takes his wrist, he takes that as his cue to pick her up bridal style and zip across the city.

There's a significant different in where they came from and where they arrive. For one, it's significantly more pungent. For another, there's screaming coming from just around the corner.

"So... go time?"

Tommy looks to Kate first, partially because he knows she wants to get in on the action and partially because he does actually look to her as his leader. He likes not having the responsibility of planning. Responsibility sucks.

Far in the back of Kate's mind, she's glad Tommy's hands stayed in the safety zone in the few seconds they zipped through the city. You can never fully trust this boy to behave.

The odor greets Kate's nose before the scream does and she can't help but grimace before shifting in his arms. "Do you even need to ask? Let's get on it."

Tommy has too much respect for Kate's ability to punch him in the face to grope her like that. He looks, but he won't touch ~~unless she wants him to~~.

He waves a hand in a suitably gallant fashion and gestures for her to go ahead. "Ladies first."

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