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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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[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

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.

[joiedeviolet.livejournal.com]

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.