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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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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.

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