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multiversallogs2011-09-13 12:35 am
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» you can't tell where the darkness begins or it ends
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.
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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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.
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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.
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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?"
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