Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	It is late at night in Williamsburg. The backstreet behind Marcy House - not the best neighbourhood - is quiet. Or is it? There are things lurking in the dark, and a still silhouette on the rooftop. It is way too quiet for Hawkeye's taste, observing from his perch on the roof. Something's up, instincts tell you when something is about to hit the fan. Eyes on the barely lit backstreet, he can spot anything moving around. Including a couple of silhouettes coming from opposite direction. At that distance, the archer cannot get a clear visual on any of them.
Lobo	There is screaming, muffled shouts from inside a building, followed by several sudden loud 'pops', with some growing more rapid. Almost automatic, even. As that happens, a reinforced thick iron door flings open, and several bleeding men in red tracksuits stumble out almost in fear, some tripping over themselves, and at least one with a dark stain of some unidentified liquid running down the tracksuit legs. Several of them are holding smoking, recently-used firearms, though they don't have much confidence that their problem has been solved.     From inside the building, there is still some yelling, though the pops seem to have died down rather suddenly as there are sounds of crashing and impact. Then silence, for a moment. It's so silent, that none of the red tracksuit gang even want to breathe.
Hunori	The idea of 'patrol' was a staple of heroics...but for rookies, well it required a little more practiced patience than Hunori was really imbuded with. Lurking on rooftops lingering had swiftly melted into wandering the streets, hands tucked into the pockets of hoodie. It was so much easier when the bad guys just sort of jumped out at her. Then there was screaming, panic and flying metal doors... "Okay...wow!"
Clint Barton	The commotion is instantly noticed by the archer. In a flash, grappling-arrow hits the building across the backstreet and Clint slides down the wire, jumping off to fall on his feet. A landing that brings him a few feet from Hunori. Bow in hand at the ready, he turns quickly to her. Dang, kids at night alone in a backstreet. " Hey kid, you'd better run. Ain't a place for you here! " Although quickly uttered, the words convey a lot of concern for the young woman. She could be hurt, or worse. The archer runs in the direction of the place where the men rushed out of the building, sure that the girl will run away as directed to do. He stops by the iron door, shouthing to whoever is inside, "Get out now! ". Yeah, he can always try, and if it doesn't work, he'll step inside. But fighting for him, is best outside than in close quarters.
Lobo	Did Clint ever find a genie bottle on a beach somewhere? Because the speed in which his wish is granted, is uncanny. Of course the cause of all this commotion wasn't using the doorway, but rather smashing through the gray, reinforced stone brick wall beside the door, but that was better than nothing. Right?     Emerging from that exploding brick wall was a powerful monster of a man, well past seven feet and rippling with muscle. The red-eyed, ghost-white skin, the black hair and black leather clothing, this was not a man who was at all interested in subtlety. The blue-skinned humanoid wrapped up in a massive chain was being dragged behind the bounty hunter, yelling out curses in a language never heard before on the planet earth.     Oh, and one final detail, this massive giant man was covered in surface-level gunshot wounds, that all appear to be rapidly shrinking even as every so often, crumpled bullets are pushed out of those holes to fall on the floor. The big man scanned the thugs, looked over at the man holding a bow and arrow...and immediately started laughing.     "Ha ha ha ha, what? What are you even holding, man? This is the funniest fraggin' place I ever been to, an' that's the truth!"
Clint Barton	The men that made it outside, obviously decided that they were best to leave and let whoever is around to deal with the maniac inside. In a moment, they are gone, and Hawkeye finds himself alone - well, not totally alone. A side glance and Clint notices that the young woman is still there. No way this can escalate in full blown confrontation with civilians around. Not to mention, this is happening just behind his appartment, and well, he ain't in the mood to redecorate just now. "You ain't exactly wearing asgardian duds," Hawkeye replies, grinning. Right, this is a new creep around, who's that guy? Healing powers to boot. Dang. " So lemme guess, your planet exploded and next thing we know, you drop by and say hello and die? " He might be joking, but right now reinforcement would be nice. Reeaaaalllllly nice. The slighest of pression on the red upper button on the bow, sends a call for reinforcement. Hopefully, the Avengers will respond quickly. Not giving Lobo time to reply, a magnetic arrow flies over the man's hand holding the chain. Imbeded on what's left of the wall behind, it automatically pulls the chain to it. Just a distraction, time to select the next best arrow.
Lobo	The arrow flies, the chain follows...well, it follows at first, but as the other end is wrapped around the Czarnian's right forearm, it doesn't travel very far. For his part, however, the Main Man seems enthralled by what he sees and, after a powerful belch that clears the sinuses and causes his eyes to water just a little, the Czarnian looks back at the archer to nod his approval.     "Did you just put a big magnet on an arrow, an' fire it past my metal chain? That's why I always liked you, Clyde, yer unbridled creativity an' testicular fortitude. That might be the greatest thing I've ever seen, in fact."     As he spoke, his left hand reached for his gunbelt, where a massive revolver and an even massiver hunting knife both sat. He reached past the two of them, to produce an expertly rolled, beautiful looking cigar. After biting off the very tip of it and spitting it out across the street, he gave the hawk guy a wolfish grin.     "But see, no matter what backwater planet ya come from, I wuz on this job first. There are plenty other bounties, an' I guarantee you they's is gonna be easy money. They don't involve ya comin' toe ta' toe with the Main Man, the infamous an' legendary Lobo. Assassin' ta royalty, an' scourge of the cosmos!"     He was almost shouting the last part, subconsciously flexing his chest muscles and biceps as he glared out at the empty street.
Hunori	Criminals with guns, mutant haters with bats were one thing...giant white pasty punk types healing from bullet wounds was...well in was new. A soft utter of slight awe in her native language, Hunni stepped back almost instinctively...the sudden addressing by Hawkeye bringing her blinking back to reality. Oh right, she was...kinda vulnerable. Squishy. Time to fix that! The change was blinding, swirling lights and silhouettes before the young woman steps forwards, her outfit changed and her entire form crackling with energy. "So...are you some sort of intergalactic wrestler or something?"
Clint Barton	Lobo, intergalactical bounty hunter. Mental note. Check. "Name's Hawkeye, " Clint corrects, although he seems to totally agree with the rest of the description. "I'm no bounty hunter, " he replies, "Actually, I'd rather be of the ones who don't appreciate that kind of business around. The Avengers." As he speaks, Clint notices the blue colour of the chained /bounty/. Blue. Well, then mutant or another intergalactical creep. As he was expecting Lobo to reply, a sudden change around catches his attention, and for a second Clint blinks as the young woman turned into some impressive energy being. That was unexpected to say the least.
Lobo	The night was full of surprises, it seemed, as Clint wasn't the only secret button-pusher out here tonight. A streaking comet flew out of the sky, a trail of totally cool fire behind it. In one motion Lobo hopped on the approaching ride and took off into the sky again, super loud death-metal blaring from the radio as the blue-skinned alien just had to danlge in the air.     "I don't know what a wrestler is, but I know I'd be the best. I'll be back some other time, to sample whatever charms this mudball might hold. 'Till then, tell them 'Vengers that there's only ONE greatest bounty hunter around. An' if they have a complaint, they can take it up with the Main Man! HAW!"     And then he was gone.
Hunori	From nothing to everything and...now nothing again in one giant metal album-esque exit in the form of Lobo's ride yanking him skywards. For all Hunori's recent abilities had gifted her? Flight was not one of then. All she could do was watch as the loud lout was yanked skywards and she was left standing there with the carnage in her glowing and outright 'girly' outfit. Not that she was alone! A sudden blink back to reality, her vision shifts down to Hawkeye and his talk of the avengers, a tilt of her head as she speaks up in her accented tones. "Is that uh...normal?"
Clint Barton	Normal? Who's talking of normal, from young woman to energetic being in a blink? Oh what a night. A grin slowly appears on Clint's face as he replies, "Well, as normal as can be expected in some corners, trust me, I've seen worse. But who are you? Never seen you around. And what did you just do?" The archer relaxes, slinging the bow over his shoulder. No immediate threat, just a young woman. Not so normal young woman.
Hunori	One moment a young brunette korean girl in jeans and a hoodie, now a glowing blonde in a black dress and crackling with energy. Hunni was fairly far from 'normal' herself! Crossing her arms at her chest, there's a shrug of bared shoulders and a little laugh. "I'm kinda new to all this and..." she lifts one hand, gesturing to herself. "I can kinda turn...awesome at will."
Clint Barton	Yes, yes, awesome. There ain't no special training on how to /not/ stare at awesome women. That would be a training Clint would probably fail anyway. Flicker of naughty thoughts. It takes all of his will to focus on the matter at hand. "Well, that sure could disturb a guy or two, " he replies. Typical. On a more serious tone, he asks. "What do you mean, /all this/?".
Hunori	All those gifts, but Hunni was no telepath. Hell, up until now most of her 'heroics' involved a computer screen and a clutch victory. Apparently not quite getting his meaning, the glowing girl shrugs her shoulders. "All this," she repeats, waving a hand in a sweeping gesture. "Daring do, heroic stuff...But I got these awesome powers and well..." Another shrug. "Game on?"
Clint Barton	Clint had his eyes away from her, hrm, interesting form, and did not notice that she was referring to her transforming. Now with his eyes back on her, the hand gesture is noticed. "Ah yes, I see, " he says, unaware of the grin on his face. "Your younger form, " he starts, for lack of better description, "Tells me that you are rather young. Y'know, there are people and places that can help you with your powers. Here, " he reaches for his pocket, producing a notepad and pen, quickly writing down a number on it. " This is the 800 number, kind of help line for young mutants. Call them, they good."
Hunori	"I'm not -that- young," she protests, immediate complaint not really helping her case. A frown, she lowers her arms, blinking a little as he writes the number down and shaking her head. "I'll google it!" she offers before gesturing to herself. "This thing doesn't have pockets."
Clint Barton	Clint nods at that, " Don't hesitate, serious, " he says. Then he pulls a Starkphone 5 from his pocket, checking something on it, sighing. "Dang, I gotta go. But we can talk another time, maybe have a coffee, or something. And by the way, my name's Clint. It is up to her to decide if she wants to divulge her name.
Hunori	Problem with the rookie thing number... well, she'd lost count. But the truth of the matter was that Hunori hadn't exactly come up with a cool name for herself. There's a whince, a little bite of her lip and she makes to turn away. "Sure uh...maybe. But it'd probably be worth trying to find where that space biker guy went first? I mean...this was kinda messy." A shrug, she starts to run, intending to find somewhere discrete to change back. "See you around Clint!" Nope, she hadn't returned the introduction.