Owner	Pose
Stick	Weeks have passed since the Tournament reaches its completion. Stick had made his way back to New York to carry out Elektra's plans against the Hand.   A moment of respite lent itself to some meandering through midtown. Overpriced watered down liquor didn't intrigue Stick as much as reminding himself of what it was he was fighting for. The Chaste's leader was dressed in an almost Vietnam veteran style. Olive drab shirt buttoned up and matching pants. He would blend in when he could, and his raggedness showing was what helped there. His blind blue eyes were on display, no hiding behind sunglasses.
Richard Dragon	Approaching the old master from behind is Richard Dragon. He seems to wear black long robes, fitting of the traditional style of a grandmaster of the martial order. A red dragon seems to wrap around it in a stylized fashion, and a hood is over his head. "I was beginning to wonder if I would see you in this city again, Master Stick." He knew of the fellow. the great leader of the Chaste. But he doesn't speak further, instead moving up beside him. It was clear in every action Dragon took that he meant Stick no harm. Perhaps, he seeks to aid him.
Mon-El	Lar Gand was walking around Midtown today; he liked to spend time on Earth when he wasn't busy elsewhere in the galaxy. After all, it was where the Legion had been headquartered back...ok 'back' isn't even the right word. When they were still in the future? Maybe. Time travel is hard to define using standard English verbs.     At any rate, he had been visiting Grand Central Terminal, where he'd first met one of his best friends from around here. This time around, he is just dressed in street clothes appropriate for the time of year, not that the cold bothers him but today but he isn't trying to stick out really.     He happens by Stick and Richard, and comments on Mr. Dragon's attire. "Nice robes." The dragon design is pretty neat looking!
Stick	Stick heard the specific heartbeat of Richard Dragon approaching. The Chaste's grandmaster didn't say anything as he approached. Only once the man is beside him does he look directly at Richard. "Dragon. Your robes precede you." Stick comments, making light of the situation. "Elektra mentioned you would be an ally here."   The alien garners a raise of an eyebrow from Stick. The strange beat wasn't like any human's. "Like I said, the robes precede him." He offers with a smug smirk.
Richard Dragon	Dragon didn't seem alarmed with the arrival of Mon-El. Though he does raise a small brow at the fellow when he just...shows up. "Thank you." Dragon says with a gratitude touching his voice, his eyes shifting rather quickly to Stick, nodding once. "She did. She knew me well." he takes a moment to close his eyes. "She was one of my greatest students and closest friends. I will miss her." Dragon makes his relations with Elektra straight and to the point, before he smiles. "I enjoy the shade of your glasses. Though forgive me if I notice your lack of a stick, Stick." Dragon chuckles in a friendly manner. Before he turns VERY serious. "I am an ally. I assume the plan is already in motion?"
Mon-El	"Dragon? Is that actually your real name?" Lar asks. "Or is that one your 'hero' name or whatever?" Because you know, the dragon robes and everything. Then they start talking about a plan being in motion, and some lady named Elektra...and okay this is awkward.     Mon-El doesn't say anything for a moment, wondering if he should just walk away and leave these guys alone because they are obviously busy. But for some stupid reason he doesn't. He's trying to make some new friends on Earth, okay? Because when it comes to humans or people native to this planet, he knows like Drake, and Clint. And Selene, sort of.     "Ummm....I'm Lar Gand." he says suddenly, sticking out a hand for a shake.
Stick	Stick gives a nod to Richard Dragon. "Yeah it is. Plenty of action to get in on for an ally though. " He comments before looking back to Lar Gand. He ignores the outstretched hand, mainly because he's blind, one must keep up appearances. "Stick. Lar Gand, that's quite the name."
Richard Dragon	Dragon smiles lightly to Stick, giving a nod before he looks to Lar Gand. "Quite a name indeed. Too exotic for humanity, I think." What? the Grandmaster has met an alien or two. But, Dragon extends a hand to Lar Gand, giving it a firm shake. surprisingly strong, even for a human. "Richard Dragon." he leaves out that he's the Grandmaster of hte martial arts, but he shrugs, looking to Stick. "Good to know." His eyes then look to the city at large. They are gonna have quite a fight on their hands.
Mon-El	Stick? Is that really...? Okay. Okay fine, don't be rude. Lar resists making some stupid comment that is supposed to be funny, even as Richard shakes his hand, saving him from yet another awkward moment when Stick ignores it. "You're right, I'm from Daxam." he replies to Dragon, nodding. "It's a Kryptonian colony world...er, used to be, before the fallout from Krypton's destruction pretty much made its surface uninhabitable for the...foreseeable future."     "So uh, yeah. Nice to meet you both. Are you guys from around here then? I mean, obviously you're from Earth but I mean like, this city."
Stick	If Stick Indeed have a real name, he forgot it long ago. "Daxam...Hmm." He comments, storing it in his memory. "Nope. Just a wanderer." He adds. Not indulging Lar as much. He looks back to Dragon, offering a small note. The group's next meeting. "Lest we lose the Dragon again."
Richard Dragon	Accepting the note from Stick, Dragon doesn't quite read it yet, but he does give Stick a nod of agreement. "Very well." his eyes look then to MOn-El. "Nice to meet you. I am from Gotham City. Though, I am uncertain if it is wise to play 20 questions with strangers, hm?" Richard gives Mon-El a knowing smile.
Mon-El	"Twenty questions?" Lar looks puzzled, unsure of what he's referring to. "Uh, I assume that's some kind of game?" Must be some 21st century thing. "I mean, I'm sorry if I'm being too much of a busybody, I didn't mean to be rude, I just..." he sighs. "Never mind." Right. Good going. Asking too many questions already. "Well what do you ask people about when you first meet them?"
Stick	Stick shakes his head. "No, son. You weren't being rude." Stick answers, shrugging is shoulders. "I'm probably the last fuckin guy you should ask about how to act on Earth."
Richard Dragon	Richard laughs a little bit. "No, not being rude at all. Though a common question to ask is often 'how are you'." he teases the poor alien fellow. "Regardless, I must away. It was good to see you again, Stick. And Lar Gand, it was a pleasure to meet you." and thus, with a spin on his heel, Dragon seems to be walking away.