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A nod to her with a smile. "The Emissary miss, and it is simply part of my duties." A look back to the mugger at his words. "And on assaulting and robbing the lady, then what would you have done? This is one of the city's wealthier districts, and your face is visible, plain as day. While society's uneven qualities are unfortunate, even the smaller of crimes comitted here, on reporting, would get dogged pursuit and search to maintain a certain image of the area, and that is simply how things are. Had you thought that far ahead? Were you thinking to so severely injure this woman that she could not attest to your actions?" His tone entirely matter of fact as he speaks.

We go with FL membership being something earned in play. So far two characters have joined, so it's certainly something you can shoot for to happen. You don't need to pay for use of the League's stuff, perk of joining.

The Emissary would have been pleased at things going smoothly, but that would require getting past his irk at the crime having occured at all. Instead he just cast his gaze about for a policeman to deposit the would be mugger with.

He lands after a while in front of a half crumbling brownstone that seems just a few steps shy of ending up condemned. The walls have been tagged in a multi coloured, overlapping flow of graffitti, from thick signatures, to far cruder proclamations. The words "Kosoy Free Clinic" are emblazoned in slightly chipped and worn wide plastic letters above a set of double doors. "We're here. If you'll follow me once more?" The Emissary proceeds through the doors into an interior showing the building's full conversion to use as a clinic. The pair emerge into a large waiting room, rows of chairs arranged off of beige walls pock marked with white where the paint has cracked and fallen away. The lines before the reception desk snake outwards. The chairs are filled to capacity; everything from families comforting their children through racking coughing fits, to junkies in tattered clothes, shuddering, clutching at themselves as they glance around furtively through gazes sunken in pale, sweating flesh, to the homeless and indigent right off the street. Some of age well indeterminate through matted, wild hair and grime covered clothes. Others can be marked out both for their too apparent youth, and a bleak eyed gaze that hints at the numbing burdens of streetwalking. The would be patients of the clinic nurse badly stiched wounds, open, festering sores, arms in slings. All the same, at the sight of the Emissary's arrival, some of them lift their heads to look to him with a warm familiarity. Others even smile. There is something to the silvered hero's smile, the presence about him, that pushes back against the misery and malaise that otherwise holds the room. He walks over to a the desk to take up some clipboards to help in processing patients, and an expansive first aid kit besides that seems to have his name written on it. He walks out after that back to the waiting room, but is intercepted by a short woman in a doctor's white coat coming out of the back, her hair greyed and features wrinked prematurely both, likely from a wearying strain. She smiles to the Emissary, if confusedly so. "You're about ten hours early." "Oh, well, I shifted my routines to the daylight hours this time" A good natured shrug of silvered shoulders. "Alright, and your friend?" The woman looking past the Emissary to Lady Ionica. "This is Lady Ionica. She is doing a sort of.. super hero ride along. Is that alright?" "I could hardly complain about anyone you bring along with you." A rueful smile, her hand on the Emissary's arm for a moment before she returns to the back rooms. He moves out then into the waiting room, walking among those seated, helping to process them to speed things up, cleaning and tending to sores and injuries, performing basic first aid and diagnosis, and at times just sitting with people and listening as they talk. Before boredom might crash too heavily on Ionica to see this, she feels a tug on the hem of her costume, the pulled fabric leading down to the tiny hand of a small girl dressed in a ratty, faded pink t shirt and tattered jeans. Her eyes are wide as she looks up at Ionica. "Are you a superhero lady?"

He soars through the air with his usual effortless grace. "You'll see." is his only cryptic note. After some time, it becomes clear he is leading her further into the South Freedom, into the worst, most run down of its districts, the decay a palpable force in the air.

He looks to her with just a bit of a frown. "I was going to say a very long speech just now. I do not think you are one for speeches. Please come with me, I would like to show you something." He flies off at that, if slowly enough to invite her to catch up.

"Alright, well.. to start off to say.. I don't just fly about seeking super bad guys. That is definitely part of things, but a large part of patrolling is also to keep an eye out for more basic sort of crime, violence, or emergencies and to do what you can to help. We also do it to try and remind the people of this city that they are not alone, that we are striving to be here for them, with them, as best we can. It is how we show we are part of their community, and how we give back to that community for making us part of it." He starts again to fly forwards through the district, waiting for her to move alongside.

"Oh.. dear." The words said quietly to himself. "Just to ask before we move out, or discuss, er.. our super heroic stuff.. have you had any chances yet to use your powers? Annd.. what might they be? It always helps to know."

"Oh.. my." He fell silent for a moment, thinking. "Listen, would you like to come on, ah, patrollation with me? I have been at this sort of thing for over a year now, I could share with you what I have learned from my own experiences?"

A warm smile in response to her introduction. "I am the Emissary, it is a pleasure to meet you." He scratched the back of his head for a moment at the questions that followed. "I am unsure if the ability to fly really reflects much on whether one pursues good or evil. I certainly try to live up to the heroic ideal of course. But though I feel that the sheer, well.. fun of flying should grant with it an appreciation for the world one is graced with soaring through, it sadly doesn't" A pause. "Ah, anyway, you are new to the superheroic scene? I don't think I've seen you around the city before."

He blinked at the particular response to his greeting, but at least it let him get a look at who had been buzzing around. He flew over at that to where Ionica was floating, waving in his usual polite and cheery fashion. "Ah, no, I was the one that said hello. I was simply curious at all the zooming about."

The Emissary's keen senses couldn't help but pick up on the blue and yellow blur flickering in and out of his field of vision in shimmering, electric arcs. He paused to try and get a sense of the random flight path being taken, then shook his head to himself and opted for a far more basic strategy. He cupped his hand to his mouth and called out "Hello!"

The ooc thread.

Okay... IC thread viewtopic.php?f=32&t=1244 OOC thread viewtopic.php?f=32&t=1245 Just start off with a post noting what you're generally doing and such.

The Emissary had a deep respect for the street patrolling vigilantes that frequented locales like Freedom City's south side (Though he found the prevalence of carrion, shadow, and rodent motifs slightly mystifying. He lamented a lack of clown themed crimebusters. The image showing up far more among villains was just sad). For his own part, some of the city's worse off districts were regular features of his circuits through Freedom. But he found that the combination of nocturnal efforts like those, and the wrath of nighttime guardians of the city lead to an unfortunate side effect: increase in daylight crime. And so it was he shifted about his usual routes this day to do a fly over of the south side from the morning on. The sun glinted brightly off his silver skin as he emerged from the clear blue of the horizon as a herald of the dawn.

Alright, posted.

The group of heroes spend the next several hours watching each other in motion, and taking time besides to work together to get a feel for each other's capacities. After hitting the showers by those who might like to do so, some prior commitments pull some of the others away for the rest of the day, leaving Emissary, Velocity and the good Doctor in Freedom Hall's lounge to discuss the coming event further. "Have the pair of you made any further decisions on what you each might like to do during the celebration?"

A thoughtful look. "We could meet up later at.. hm. Is there somewhere you would prefer?" He had almost said his hotel room, out of a desire to spare her any public appearance or identity issues, but he was developing a growing awareness of how saying things like that sounded, and so managed to halt himself.

Hanging out it is!

I'd be more inclined for a Ref to take over, the more people I include, is the thing there. I'm happy to include Doc in the next one after this though, City Patrol: City Patrol Harder with a Vengeance on a Plane.

Sure. Watch this space for me to set the threads up.

The last one I did of these went well, sooo.. once more into the breach! They operate around a very simple concept. Emissary does regular patrols of the city, he often tries to take another hero along as his way of familiarizing himself with the hero community, spreading out ties into, building up people who know him and who he can thus call on for everything from emergencies to various social projects, and all that kind of thing. Sooo... Looking to do another such thread with a hero pc, either via Emissary arranging such a patrol with them, or encountering them while he's along the way of doing such. Heroing will be discussed, cities will be patroled, various things will get their faces punched in (likely not so much with the robots like last time).

Aaalright. APPROVED

Alright. To check, what's the special effect/conceptual reason to be of the mental effects immunity?

Okay, taking a look... Having a -1 will save is ah... kinda crippling. Sure on that? Various other things target it besides mental effects.