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Arrowhawk does know where Dok lives, but is still gonna ask for a ride! (Am I deliberately ambiguous on where they are currently? Yes. Yes, I am)

Arrowhawk ignored the screaming from his bad leg as he held up Vivian, trying to get her to safety. He was silent, both from having many things to consider, and from the strain of not crying out from the massive amounts of pain he was in. He willed himself to force one arm to his earpiece, twisting a dial to Doktor Archeville's preferred frequency. He'd used it a couple of times when we worked with the Knights, and hoped it was going to work now. Pausing a second to make sure he had a good grip around Vivian, he hurriedly talked into the mouthpiece. "Doc, I need help. Please get here soon, I've got one severely injured superheroine, and I'm in not so great shape myself. Please."

Arrowhawk felt his fists clench in anger. He was going to smack this deaf, idiotic brute around the face several times. Drawing himself up to his full height, he took a few hesitant steps back, bow held across his chest as a guard. Now, let's hope the glass isn't too reinforced. Then he shot forwards, diving at the glass screen with all the physical might he could muster, trying to drive his way through it with a voiceless cry of rage, cape flowing backwards into a spread wing pattern.

Oh no. Oh hell no. Arrowhawk reached into his quiver, pulling out a thick, ugly arrow design he'd not used proper since Malice's downfall. It explains so much... He nocked the heavy, awkward arrow, adjusting his sight to compensate for it. And it complicates this so damn much. He took aim at Ragnarok's back, lips curled back in a snarl. Wait. Friendly fire could kill her, especially with this man. From half-remembered accounts, this guy was powerful. And so Arrowhawk requivered the arrow, and readying himself to run, raised a hand to his mouth. "Hey, blondie!" He waited for him to turn. "Can't get a date otherwise? Tut tut."

"Ah! 'Tis a small gathering!" exclaimed the vampire, shaking Kid Cthulhu's hand with much enthusiasm. "There is... well,you three, and my dear, beloved brothers! A handful of servants, obviously, we wouldn't want to exert ourselves!" He laughed heartily at his own joke. "And a couple of other guests! We'll introduce you to them inside!" Mark Lancea leaned back to hold the door open, and gestured inwards with his arm, teeth spread in a wide grin, showing polished white fangs. "I invite you all within!"

Arrowhawk stared down at the clone prone on the ground. "Weird," he said softly, bending to pick up his bow, holding it loosely in a grip so he could swiftly bring it to bear. He frowned at the images on the monitor. This isn't right. Eyes blazing, he turned on his heels, cape flicking behind him as he dropped into a low stance. Stalking down the hallways, he went in search of B5, itching for a fight should anyone get in his way.

"Nice work, lads," sneered Arrowhawk, lunging forward off his bad leg. He didn't get as much lift as he normally would, but it meant that the leg crashing towards one of the trooper's groins had a lot more power to it. He lashed up at the unsuspecting soldier's groin while simultaneously bringing his arms down in a rabbit punch. He spun to grab the other man by his collar and slam him up against the wall menacingly. "I'm looking for a Wagner reject. Wanna tell me where she is?"

"Why do people always assume bright green means 'obvious'," complained Geckoman. "It means 'obvious unless you're really, really, really good'. Guess what one I like to think of myself as?" "And I think we should get the police on stand-by. Four capes, they won't need to step in, but they'd be ready on hand to take these guys into custody. I know a guy in homicide, he could talk to the guys in charge of smuggling and get us some info and assistance."

Arrowhawk Brainiac Bunch (1) The Arrow and the Orb Pt IV (3) News (1) Vignette Equinox Classic Elementals (1) I Don't Drink Wine (1) Vignette Geckoman Dog Fight (7) Eighty-Eight Miles An hour (2 NON CANON) Hunter in the Forest (2) GM I Don't Drink Wine (1 GM) Hunter in the Forest (1 GM)

Because you haven't paid for some form of Blast power? ;)

But as they got to the door, neither a sparkly vampire or one with ridiculously tall hair appeared. Instead, with an audible creeeeeeeeeak, the doors swung open of their own accord, revealing deeply cast shadows. And there, standing a good few feet back in the hallway was a shadowy figure. He slowly lurched forwards towards the three, arms raised... and the suited figure with slicked back hair came out, smiling and moving to shake hands. "Oh, I didn't think you would come!" boomed a deep, cheerful voice. "I am Mark Lancea, my brothers are just upstairs preparing themselves. How are you this fine evening?"

Arrowhaek gritted his teeth. Four of them, two holding him. And he was currently unarmed. Hey, you got yourself into this. You get yourself out. On that thought, he burst into motion, planting both legs solidly on the floor and standing clear up. As he did so, he spun his palms, moving to grip his captor's arms and spin them around into each other, powerful arm muscles honed by years of archery moving with machine-like power and precision as the middle-aged crimefighter rose, a sneer on his lips and fire in his eyes.

"You're right," nodded Siobhan. "But gone are the days when it was possible to know everything science had to offer. But one more thing I really wanted to ask: how can you be in such harmony with nature? I appreciate that you're probably like this all the time, but do you know why you're so in touch with it? I usually have to commune with nature for hours, even on solstices, and I don't feel that in touch with it most days."

"I kind of think vampires like living up to sterotypes sometimes," commented Siobhan, making sure her wand was still taped fast to her arm. "Probably not the best time to tell a story, but I once met a vampire out in Kansas who dressed in the whole cheesy movie monster get-up. Even got himself white face paint and a collection of plastic fangs." She made sure her pentacle was securely tucked away under her dress. It wouldn't do to have the vampires get repelled by a holy symbol before they'd even attacked. "Shall we proceed, gents?"

Arrowhawk froze. The last time he'd entered an elevbator leading into an enemy's headquarters, the world had gone to Hell around him. But that was my fault... But it had to be a trap. It was just too obvious. And so he strode into the elevator nonetheless, nocking an arrow and pointing the bow at the entrance even as he brought his knee up to hit the buttons to send him down into the unknown underground, to find out what the hell was going on.

It's NOT Hal Jordan. Seriously, people, the original Green Lantern was never on the cards. It's the usual sort of Rayner/Jordan hybrid character that's shown up in recent years, only unlike S:tAS, focused more on Jordan than Rayner.

"This isn't right," frowned Arrowhawk, recovering effortlessly from the forced teleportation, although he did have to fight off the nausea. "Why would she just decide it wasn't my call whether to fight or not?" I'm sick of people assuming they're right all the time. And on that, he put his bow back into his quiver, and leapt up off the hillside, catching a draught and gliding down towards the city, to investigate the crime scene. I need to find out what happened.

Geckoman sighed deeply, and pulled out a screwdriver and a small hacksaw from his belt. "Gah. Sucks." He secured his goggles down over his face as he leaned over the suit, working on the lines and hatches with a furious expression of deep concentration. "I wanted to not scratch the shiny, but alas, poor Yorick..."

It took Chris and Liz a second to register Trevor was even speaking, because in the few seconds it had taken for him to come over and talk, they'd gone into an embrace and kissed. Pulling away, Chris flapped a hand to show he was fine. "Yeah, it came flying out of my back. Trouble is, it hit a glass table behind me and collapsed a load of display boxes onto me." He shrugged helplessly. "How..." Liz struggled for words. "How do you manage these things?" He looked somewhat offended. "Trevor! You tell her! Things explode! Often multiple times!"

What about Guy Gardner? :P

The entire Character Bank is publically viewable. You want examples, there's 50 or so right there/

I'm moving again. A third time, I'm going to start deleting threads.

Well, they chose the worst Green Lantern, of course it won't be the best movie. (Cue flame war in 3... 2... 1...)

Please don't post half finished characters in the Bank. Also, that's not how you should format the title.

Geckoman pulled up shot on the ground, hovering a few inches above the ground. "OK, time to get all these guys out of their armour. Anyone wanna help?" he called out to the various heroes. "If they recover, we don't want them to be in their power suits." He went over to the nearest Corps member with a wrench in hand, and went to remove the unconscious mercenary from their armour.