2199/The Fierce Fangs of Star City

The Fierce Fangs of Star City
Date of Scene:	27 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Green Arrow, 1272

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Green Arrow has posed:
    The skyline of Star City is not quite as majestic as Manhattan. Oh it has its iconic buildings, and revolving restaurant high upon the tallest building that stands out. But its industrial background and the old city ordinances that prevented buildings being higher than the capital building, that had prevented it having such a tall majestic look to it.
    But for the Green Arrow, the man who routinely patrols these streets, it suits him just fine. No place like home, especially when one is trying to make a difference all for the good of mankind. Investing in teleportation equipment to bridge the two coasts of the country is one thing. But hoofing it over rooftops at night and seeing the shine of thanks in the eyes of the people he helps... that feels all the stronger to him.
    Yet tonight it's no burglar or mugger he's chasing after. It's a growling spined roiling silhouette that darts across the rooftops. The archer /rushing/ across the way, leaping over an old pipe, and landing to roll back up to his feet as he tries to catch it.
    "C'mon whatever the hell you are, slow down!" The spiky creature hisses as it pauses in the shadows for a moment, then /leaps/ off into the abyss between two buildings.
    Oliver, for his part, scowls and builds up the speed needed for his own jump, even as he unslings the bow from his back with a quick flourish. He lands in a crouch while the beast hisses more as it tries to skid around a corner...
    Only for a net arrow to flash out and close the distance, meshing flaring at the last moment to cover the furry creature and trap it against the wall as the drills on the edges of the net whir into place in the cement wall.

Violet (1272) has posed:
    A young woman appears from out of nowhere, suddenly standing the edge of a low building. She's wearing a purple bodysuit, accented with mauve and black. Her belt? A gold L and a starburst.

She brushes her dark bangs out of her eyes. "You did not hurt it, did you?" she wonders to the costumed archer that she materializes next to.

Green Arrow has posed:
    A second arrow was being drawn, nocked, it was just one smooth motion as the tall blonde man starts to take a bead on the struggling and /growling/ mop of white and black fur that _howls_ its outrage at being trapped. It surges against the netting, looking like something that is all mouth and fangs and spines, entirely not of this earth unless Pomeranians had developed a mouth as big as their body.
    But then the woman appears and Green Arrow draws back, turning smoothly as his arrow comes up in line with her. Just a moment, the weapon drawn and ready. But then when she doesn't seem to be attacking he tilts his head. "Oh uhm, no?"
    It is with that offered that he looks her over, then eyeballs the critter sidelong, then back to her. "Umm, you know what that is?"

Violet (1272) has posed:
    "That's a fizzgig." Violet says quietly. "How did it get here?" she wonders. "They're popular as... but not now, not this century." and then she steps off the edge of the building. Instead of plummeting to her death, though, she instead drifts down to the street in the alley. As she nears the trapped creature, she seems to shrink physically. No, not 'seems'... she does actually reduce, until Violet is only about as tall as the little beast.

Green Arrow has posed:
    The creature roooooars unhappily even as the emerald archer keeps his bow at the ready, arrow nocked and held loose between two fingers. He cocks an eyebrow behind that domino mask, even as he steps forwards a pace... two.
    Meanwhile, the fizzgig closes its mouth once the small woman walks towards it, its wide eyes hooding as its eyelids narrow. Its nostrils flare as it sniffs the air, straining forwards against the bonds of the netting even as it eyes her balefully.
    "A fizzgig? What is that like... Norwegian?" He asks as he loosens the tension on the bow string a little. He steps forwards and then replaces the arrow in the quiver, but still holds the bow light in his off hand.