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The explanation for my post is that Arrowhawk's previous visits to the city led him to develop a friendly rivalry with Bowman due to the similarities in how they operate.

John Fraser rode across the city on his motorcycle, the wind streaming through his hair. It was sunny, and he enjoyed riding his bike on days like this. One day he'd get caught with his helmet off, but what was life without a little risk? Freedom Hall was up ahead, sunlight shining from the glass. He sped into an alleyway and parked the bike, pulling out his bow and cloak from a compartment in the side of it. Arrowhawk walked out of the alleyway, cloak swaying a little in the wind. It was typical of the city that nobody really paid too much attention to the guy with a cape, especially since he wasn't too famous. He walked in the front doors of the hall and over towards the receptionist. "Hello, I'm here for the trials. Also, if bowman is here could you inform him that Arrowhawk is here?" He smirked inwardly. Bet he didn't expect to have me back in town long-term.

Arrowhawk handed the child to her, leaning out of the window. It's getting hotter, he thought, sweat dripping down his face. "Have you got her!?" he shouted, glancing back to see flames snaking towards them.

"Doubt it zappy, you couldn't hit me when I was barely moving," laughed Arrowhawk, darting out of the elevator and aiming a blunt arrow towards the man's neck. "And hitting things is my speciality."

Initiative vs electrical controller (1d20 9=26) Also, I'll now activate my Master Plan to simulate the fact that he's no longer on the back foot from his plans being disrupted.

My post basically translates as 'press the button, go on full defence'

Arrowhawk quickly pressed the down button on the elevator, before dropping into a rough defensive stance with his arms held up in front of his face as protection and his legs coiled ready to move in the event of danger.

Requires long time to ponder one concept. Approach with no caution, and befuddle with sarcasm! "Really? I hadn't noticed at all," he smiles with (fake) sincerity. "Well, this seems to be admissions, and if I'm not mistaken Warren just went in there. I suppose there'll be a line, you can catch up with him there."

Arrowhawk kept firing at the large guy, planting his feet squarely before rapidly firing a succession of blunt arrows, overdrawing since this guy was clearly tough. We have to knock him out fast, or he'll hurt somebody.

Arrowhawk ran towards the building, cloak streaming out behind him as he leapt and fired the grappling gun above the window the screams seemed to be coming from. He zipped up and swung in with practiced ease, rolling as he landed in the smoky room. Flames were spreading across the walls and carpet in blazing trails, so he quickly ran and broke through into the hallway, following the screams. Kicking open a second door, he found a woman and child trying to force open a jammed door, possibly leading out to the fire escape. The lock must have melted or something. "Come with me," shouted Arrowhawk, "Now!" He grabbed the child and ran with the mother following. Damn. The flames had spread dangerously close to the window. "Lullaby, get the kid!" he shouted, holding the child out for her to grab. I don't know if we can do this quickly enough...

"I can show you where admissions is, but why didn't you just follow him when he left before," said Chris, thinking Could we have any more of a really hot, but dumb blonde stereotype here? Really? "There was a bit of a commotion before he left, y'know."

"I could go in the window, and pass people to you so you can fly them to the ground safely," said Arrowhawk, pulling a rebreather from his belt and affixing it to his face under his domino mask, flicking the red lens into place to protect his eyes. "Didn't you say you could heal people too?" he asks, a little muffled this time.

Geckoman takes it and sticks it in a pouch in his belt. "Yeah, thanks for the offer. I may take you up on that, although I doubt I've much to offer you" He frowns for a second. "I suppose I should really go get enrolled and get a dorm room so I can call my mom and tell her I've arrived. See you later," he says, flashing a quick grin before wandering off to head towards admissions.

Geckoman's 1 pp go towards increasing his Will save by one, to a total of +2. Arrowhawk has 3 pp to spend, hurray! 1 pp goes towards Equipment, buying back his grappling gun (why did I get rid of it? :cry: ). That'd be Super-Movement 1 (swinging) for 2 ep, and three pieces of other equipment: binoculars, a lock release gun and a mini-tracer. This also replaces the Super-swinging arrow in his Device with a net arrow, as follows: AP: Snare 6 Net arrow The other 2 pp goes towards skills. He picks up 1 rank in all skills with Skill Mastery (Climb, Craft [Mechanical], Notice and Stealth), 2 ranks in Gather Information and Knowledge [streetwise].

Just a quick note, I ret-conned Arrowhawk's grapnel arrow to his grappling hgun. I'm rebuying it with this month's pp because I don't like the mechanics of that particular item.

You can make a vignette for both of your characters, right? Just checking to make sure I didn't misread. Reminding people of the thread's existence doesn't hurt either. ;)

"Well, assuming neither of us have water control powers, we help the fire fighters out. They may need help getting people out of the building or keeping the crowd away from the blaze." As they neared the fire, it became evident that it was some sort of apartment building, the flames licking around the outside of the building as the fire brigade struggled against it. "Drop me here," said Arrowhawk, letting go and rolling on the ground. "I think I hear screams from upstairs. You want to check it out or shall I?"

"Like he said, admissions. I wouldn't let on that you didn't know that, he might start calling you Yellow Girl or something similarly witty."

We managed 5 pages without one :P

Arrowhawk grasped her hand and held on tightly. "Thanks for the ride..." As they flew, a bit slower now, he took the time to secure his bow and quiver to avoid losing them in the air. Suddenly he noticed something a few streets away. "Fire! We should head over there"

"Well, then, this'll be a bit more interesting," grinned Arrowhawk, quickly firing the grappling hook at a nearby lamp-post and feeling himself tugged into the air by the zip-wire, unattaching it and free-falling for a brief moment before firing at the next lamp-post and pulling himself around in a wide arc through mid-air . As he took off down the road, he shouted, "Not how I usually patrol, but let's make it a bit more fun, eh?"

"That should come in handy," smiled Arrowhawk, tossing a top on the table as he pulled his grappling hook from his belt, twirling it around his trigger finger unconsciously. "I'll need you to hold on to me while I do this, unless you can fly?"

"Nope, I didn't build any of my equipment, even the simple stuff. I made the suit from a blueprint though. Luckily, it all seems to be low-maintenance and self-charging. I do have a load of blueprints and got some textbooks, so I'll learn to maintain it all eventually." "Nope, I'm Geckoman, not Pitchooman like some people seem to want to call me. That said, these," he says, holding up his arm to show a metal apparatus with a nozzle pointing forwards strapped to it, "do fire lightning." He twiddles a knob all the way around before pointing it at the ground and shooting out some blue sparks. "See?"

OK, I try to offer the hand of peace, maybe a little aggressively, but I'm not the one making ADHD jokes. Asshole, he better keep away from me. But hey, there's that... Darian, wasn't it? "Hi, Darian, I'm Chris," Geckoman replies, returning the handshake with a genuine smile. His face lights up when he gets the opportunity to talk about his ship. "Yeah, the Pitchoo's mine, after a... complex series of events. I know it flies, is radar-invisible and shoots stuff, but since I don't know who built it, I'm still figuring out how to use it. I'll show you around it later, if you like." "So, erm... if you don't mind me asking, what was with the false name? I mean, you said you'd come on the wrong day, were you meant to come to another admissions day or something?"

"I'm not angry about being corrected, hell, I'm mostly human and perfectly fallible. Nothing stopped you from saying 'Actually, Chris, we need to go to Admissions first.' But you used Pitchoman, something that only resembles my name for an admittedly highly obscure reason. So either you did it deliberatelyto annoy me, or you weren't really listening either and wait! Didn't you just try to call me out for that? Oh no, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I think he did!" Chris took a deep breath. "So, Warren, we can either keep yelling at each other and threatening each other, or we can shut up and treat each other with a bit of damn respect?"