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"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?"

"Not much tonight. I was looking for a drug dealer, but I've been misinformed and it's too late to go back across town and do something about it." He thinks for a second, before deciding to offer. "I could take you on a quick patrol to see if anything is going on?"

Pitchoman? Oh, it is oooooooon. "Pitchoman isn't as inaccurate as you're looking for, it's an abbreviation of Ptychozoon, latin for one species of gecko, but hey, guess you don't think through trying to act the big guy, dontcha? I mean, we can't all be as perfect as you, can we, and know exactly what to do all the time?" He leaned back against the wall. "That was sarcasm, if you hadn't noticed, and the rough translation for that little spiel, big guy, is simple. Call me Chris, Geckoman, or if you prefer it don't actually speak. Sound fair?"

"Cool, I'll go head over to the dorms and get a room then. Any of you guys fancy coming with me?" said Chris, waving vaguely at the group. "We could be roomies," he grinned, especially at the ladies.

Arrowhawk smiled nervously. "I doubt you're my type." "And that all depends on what areas you stay in. My regular haunts I think you'd be correct, but if you take into account the whole city, I'd say you're mostly wrong. I've seen the scum of the Earth long enough to tell this city is fairly safe."

I think Arrowhawk would go up if he thought he'd have a chance of a friendly contest with Bowman. Joining the Freedom League may be a bit beyond him, but you never know.

Arrowhawk pushed the button to to recall the elevator, quickly jumping back with his bow levelled, in case they either rigged it to explode or left another gunman in there.

Ach, he'd take him out easily. Anyway, taking 10 I get a 25 to Notice some way in. Otherwise, I'll need to waste time searching.

A final blunt arrow left the final man sprawled on the floor. Ok, I hope that they left the opening mechanism exposed in their hurry to flee, thought Arrowhawk quickly looking around the room.

Ok, one more time aaaaand.... I just elected to keep it simple, stupid (KISS) and give up on the whole restricted thing.

Whirling around as his hand flew to his quiver yet again, Arrowhawk caught one of the men in the temple and knocked him out. Not pausing to allow another shot to be fired. he made a break for the cover of the computer desk.

"Wait, what? Dude, woah, sneaking into a school under a false name? Do you know how creepy that looks?" asked Chris, raising an eyebrow at Darian.