Owner	Pose
Brooke Harris	It's dark. And seriously, Riverdale is NOT really the most dangerous place in the world. Not on THIS side of town, at least! It's not a place where you see a whole lot of gang violence, period. And then the teenager in gang colors goes flying out of the alley, tumbling through the air, and slams onto the sidewalk on his back, making a comical whoofing noise as the air completely goes out of his lungs. He coughs and stares up at the sky dumbly, presumably having all the fight taken out of him, and makes a quiet whimpering sound.
Darkhawk	Darkhawk had been on patrol and was on his way home, calling it an early night since tomorrow was a school day. But he did take a detour through the Southside, there was always more trouble on the Southside, on his way back home. He was gliding through the air when he saw someone in gang colours tumble, or was that fly, out of an alleyway. Switching his suit to camouflage mode, he landed on a fire escape. There was hardly a thud, thanks to the vibranium in his suit. For now, he was trying to assess the situation. His camouflage was good, but it wasn't perfect. At night like this, it was very good. Still, there were ways of detecting him besides sound and sight.
Brooke Harris	Yin puts her hands together softly, almost as if in prayer, softly shifting her weight back from a forward stance. She looks up at the other three gangers in the alley with an air of almost boredom, and comments softly, "Now, is anybody else going to listen to clever ideas from the wrong head? No? Good. I hear your boss is looking to expand." She cocks her head at them. "He should stick to what he's good at. Try to be a.. good citizen, so to speak. Much less danger of pissing off people like me." The gangers look back and forth, trying to decide what to do about this. Should they take their luck with the knives, or run, or what?
Darkhawk	Their decision is made for them when Darkhawk decides to intervene, jumping down off the fire escape, and landing on the ground. Again, there is no thump, thanks to that magnificent vibranium, but he appears visible, as if materialising out of thin air, during the fall. "Good evening gentlemen, what seems to be the trouble?" His voice was modulated, to make it harder for someone to recognise it as the voice of Chris Powell. And as for his appearance, he wore a black suit of armour from head to toe, with very little in the way of accents. He had a red visor, a red crystal in his chest, and a silver claw on one hand, but beyond that, it was basic black. Despite Chris' inherent demeanour, his armour often came across as scary, especially when seen for the first time.
Brooke Harris	The gangers spin around. ohshit two capes. They quietly fold up their knives and put them away, smiling nervously. "U-uh, nothing, we were just having a.. nice.. conversation.. We saw a... thing.. something.. Yeah.. We're just gonna... go, okay?" They look nervously around you at their friend, who is still barely moving and making various soft agonized noises. One of them hesitantly points, "We... better check on our friend.." uncomfortable, awkward shuffle along the wall. Yin raises an eyebrow. "Oh, I didn't think I would be running into YOU tonight. But hi there. Want to hang out, swap notes or anything?"
Darkhawk	Seeing the gangsters folding up their knives, Darkhawk says, "hey, those knives look cool. Mind if I borrow them?" The tone is friendly, but doesn't sound like it was a request. "Why don't you guys drop them on the floor and then go check on your friend?" Give up the weapons, but go free. It was a pretty good deal. Looking to Yin, while still trying to maintain sight of the gangsters, he offers her, "the name's Darkhawk... maybe after these nice gentlemen have lent us their knives?"
Brooke Harris	Knives go clink, clink, clink in the corner. One of the gangers gives a nervous thumbs up and shuffles over to retrieve their friend, who doesn't seem permanently damaged, just.. still gasping for breath and needing to be carried away. Which they start doing, clumsily. Yin nods. "Sounds wonderful. I'm Yin. I'm sorry if I am a bit further north than usual, but I had business to attend to.."
Darkhawk	"Thanks guys, much appreciated." Even though he asked to 'borrow' the knives, he uses the amulet in his chest to emit a concussive force, shattering those blades, and follows it up with some dark force energy, compacting the broken shards into a cube. Turning to Yin, since the guys seemed to have their friend to look after, and seemed to no longer be armed, "why are you sorry to be here? Did somebody carve up Starling like the Berlin Conference of 1884?" Yeah, that's called applied knowledge. See Mrs. Nelson, Chris does remember the lecture.
Brooke Harris	Yin shrugs slightly. "I've been dealing with caped types lately that are really picky about turf. I bounced back to talk to some teachers about things there. I guess Gotham and South NYC are a bit of a mess right now. I got jumped by ninjas and grumped at for being out of my lane." She walks toward you, silently and without a hint of wasted energy. "I have to track some of the gang boundaries around here. It's a mess."
Darkhawk	Darkhawk listens, but seems genuinely perplexed. "I help people, I don't really care about turf, and I don't think anyone who needs help is too choosy about it. The Southside Serpents are pretty good, you know, for a gang. It's the other ones that are usually a problem."
Brooke Harris	Yin nods. "I know, I've had to cross paths with them. Is there anything going on that you've been seeing that I should keep an eye out for?" She tilts her head some for a moment and gestures around vaguely, "There's some weird wide scale gang shakeup to keep an eye out for. Suddenly there's weird ninjas that can spontaneously combust themselves where there shouldn't be. They're not staying where I would expect. Keep an eye out."
Darkhawk	It's too bad Darkhawk's face plate has no expression. Because if he could, his mouth would be hanging a little open. Instead, he just pauses, letting dead air hang there for a moment, "... there was a time when I would have found that odd. But now, it's Thursday. Spontaneous ninja combustion.... yeah, that's a new one on me. I will. But, I don't really know anything going on. I just try and help out where I see problems. But I haven't seen a pattern or anything."
Brooke Harris	Yin hmmms. "Yeah, I mean, the Batman wasn't sure what was up with that either, and that seems like a bad sign." She hmms... "Mostly you're around Riverdale, right? It might just be quiet. I mean.. it's Riverdale. Angel Grove has been pretty quiet lately too. I might need some backup next time I try going into New York though. Who knows. Anything else I can help with? Maybe there's some patterns we're both missing."
Darkhawk	"Riverdale, Angel Grove, the rest of Starling, Vancouver, and the odd trip to New York. Like everybody else, I love that Zetaport. But mostly I stick close to home. People here need heroes too." Though he was quite guarded about his identity, so he was trying to be friendly, but wasn't sure what she wanted. It was easy for him to guard though. Technically, his body was somewhere else, and his mind was controlling Darkhawk remotely. It was such a messed up situation.
Brooke Harris	Yin nods. "Works. Ring me up if you DO notice something. It gets really annoying being the only one walking around at night sometimes." Not a lot of planned ulterior motive there. She studies you a bit, obviously finding something about you really strange. But she isn't saying what. She pulls out a card and hands it over, with some contact info. No name. Looks burnable. "Here you go. Or if you just don't feel like having nobody covering your back. I'm not exactly the zippiest hero around though."
Darkhawk	Darkhawk took the card, and he suddenly looked around, realising that the armour doesn't have pockets. So he takes it in one hand, closing that hand around it securely. "I guess I'll have to get a burner phone or something, for these kinds of things. I never thought about that. And maybe a belt, with pockets, or a backpack or something." Of course, when he called the armour, would it bring the backpack too? He hadn't tried that kind of thing yet. He did know he'd have to drop the card somewhere before changing so he wouldn't lose it. "It was nice meeting you Yin, and thanks for the card. Once I figure something out, I'll send you a text or something."
Brooke Harris	Yin nods. "Sure thing. Take care of yourself out there." She waves and waits patiently for you to depart, since she sort of lacks cool ways to travel. Mental note, must fix. But how? Hmmmmm.. So she can walk away from there like the lame no-travel hero she is.
Darkhawk	Darkhawk didn't mean to show off, but he takes a few steps away from her, enough of a clearance, and unfurls wings under his arms, like a flight suit, except his wings didn't appear a moment ago, and it looks like rockets in his boots fire, lifting him off up into the air. As he soars upward, "You too, take care of yourself Yin." And with that he flew off into the night. At least he didn't initiative his camouflage mode mid flight or anything. That would have made him a real show-off.