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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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[defenestration]

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."

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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.

[defenestration]

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?"

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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?"

[defenestration]

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."

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"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.

[defenestration]

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?"

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"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."