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[ So here's Roy Harper, with costume, mask and trucker hat all assembled on his carrot topped little head, looking bright eyed and bushy tailed in a way that might be bordering on neurotic, considering he'd huddled in a mess of tools and arrow shafts scattered on his suite floor. Ignore that. ] So, guessing by now everyone's gotten well acquainted with the crazy ghost-like pod people with the possession special ability? Vanessa, you can kick me for thinking that precaution was lame.

It's probably overdue by now but don't try to hit them. It makes us end up needing an Exorcist and I am so not hanging around to watch if your head spins around and you crawl up a wall. [ Hold on, going on a tangent. ] Side note: Is anyone else weirdly reminded of that one Doctor Who episode where the space thing possessed people and David Tennant almost got tossed off the ship? Merlin was there? It was during the Donna times. Point being - if people start getting bug-eyed and copying everything I say, I will not hesitate to pistol whip them. Bow whip them. Guns are so Red Hood, I'm classier than that.

[ Pause. Cough. It was important, okay. Anyway. ]

Uh. Point being.

Arsenal to the rescue! I got your back, guys, and please, hold your applause until the Turtle McGuyer demonstration is complete, but I tried pretty much every trick arrow I had on me until I got one that works. [ See Roy holding an arrow aloft with a sort of jury rigged looking electronic device on the arrow tip. ] Void points for aesthetics, please, I'm working on a time crunch. I call it... The Eletcro Space-Ghost Zapper. If that's not informative enough - basically, I fire this at the Doctor Who rejects, it sets off what's basically an electric shock pulse as it's passing through them, ouch, it's super effective. Because this is a weird universe where electric pokemon are weak to other eletric pokemon, I don't even now.

[ This is making so much sense. He might have had a lot of sugar today. And it sort of weirdly looks like he's having fun with this whole chaos thing. Ah, smells like home. ]

Bring me your shit. I'll see what I can do to hook you up with something similar.

Vive la révolution.

[[ ooc; i will be responding really slow because my laptop is completely crapped out and i'm working from an ipad :| so bare with me. i just wanted to get this event post up before it had to be lame and backdated /o/ ]]

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You will not regret it, I assure you.

[And have a mildly baffled look because what did you call him sir]

Connor would be preferable. [because lbr no one he has met can say his name] With who am I speaking?

As long as you don't come after me with a taser, I'm not that worried about regretting it.

Right. Connor. It's Roy Harper. Cool to meet you.

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I have no idea what a 'taser' is, so I can assure you, you are safe.

It is... Cool to meet you, as well.

It's basically what I'll be telling you how to make.

[ lol u said cool ] Come by 2A in the metal sector. I'll hook you up.

[Give him a big gold star he tried ok]

I will be there shortly.

[AND LO AND BEHOLD SOME TIME LATER, THERE'S A GUY OUTSIDE YOUR WINDOW, TAPPING ON IT. this is in no way socially unacceptable]

[ ...............Um.

UM.

U M .

Okay well Roy is just going to... pace over to the window. And then stand there and stare at him with wide 'just how crazy are you' eyes for like a legit 15-20 seconds before opening it up and staring a little longer. ]

...Um.

[And he's just gonna casually stare back. Roy, you are in the way.

After a beat he works up to it:]

May I come in?

Uh. Yeah, sure. [ Stepping aside and give a lame kind of 'come in' gesture. ] Mi casa, su casa.

[ squinting after him ] Do you have something against doors?

[And in he slips, giving his robes a careful brush down as he eyes the inside of Roy's apartment. All this metal shit is weird, bro.]

When they are not an obstacle, no.

[That almost sounded like a joke. Sort of.]

I find the rooftops more accessible.

[ wow don't judge him door hater. ]

That makes you sound kind of like a breaking and entering kind of guy, I'm just saying.

[ For srs, you best watch out who you say that too. And okay, he nods at that. ]

Yeah, I guess I can appreciate that. I know a few roof-dwellers. It's kind of a hobby for any brooding superhero, so mostly batfamily, but yeah. You look more excited about life. Awesome. [ :| hi connor, just gonna ramble like that as he walks farther into his apartment turned workshop ]

[His shrug is noncommittal. Segueing into topics isn't his strong point, much less when it involves explaining that he's part of a secret society who kills people for the greater good.]

It would seem that many were brought here. [Yeah, just gonna give you a blank stare there, bro, as he follows behind like a dumb puppy.] Do I? Thank you, I suppose.

Yeah, well, maybe the sidewalk-phobic population was too far down.

[ Spoken off hand as he wanders up to a work table and grabs up a few wires and things and technical looking shit and plastic boxes idk. ] So are you wanting this attached to anything, or just a straight taser?

[He nods, and starts unbuckling one of the many belts on his chest. When he's finished, he carefully places his quiver on the table.]

These would be preferable, unless you have another suggestion.

[The dude is carrying a small arsenal - tomahawk, flintlock pistols, a sword and a bow - and that's just what Roy can see.]

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Can do. [ So, Roy hadn't really been looking at the guy to closely yet, given that he kind of had the same kind of super hero swag going on that most people he knows runs around in, but when the quiver is set on his table, wow, that is super native looking. There's a short smirk and a laugh even and as he's tugging some arrows out to start working on, he glances back to Connor, looking over the weapons, the robes, arm bands and all. ]

So, what tribe are you?

[ If he was actually familiar with tribal design outside of Navajo, he might have been able to guess but naaaaah he was too busy looking at kitten videos. ]

[if youtube had existed during the revolutionary war, he'd probably have watched stuff about puppies and shit too, ok. As it stands though, Roy's the first person to ask, so he gets a mildly impressed look.]

The Mohawk, to your people. You are familiar with them?

[If he says yes, he's probably just gonna pester him more.]

Heard of them, yeah. I haven't one of the people before, but I know about them.

[ And there's an inquisitive sort of look at Connor, because he knows there is time shenanigans going on here, as he's met ancient French people and dragons, so is this dude actual original Mohawk? Holy balls.

He gives a laugh and a shrug and takes to pulling up wires and things and working at the arrows. ]

I'm Navajo. By means of adopting anyway. Not a lot of pasty skinned ginger kids in the blood line, you know.

[Oh lord he's actually smiling at that as he watches Roy work, a hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He's been away from his people for so long that hearing anything about them is refreshing, a comfort he doesn't get to indulge in often and it shows.]

I am not very familiar with the Navajo, but they would have been fortunate to have you. [His people rarely left their valley, and only in times of war, or to occasionally trade or engage the settlers. Basically, if there was any doubt he's old school, that can be put to rest.]

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[ Connor u r cute babby pandas. He glances up and there's a snicker for seeing super srs window entering man smiling. ]

You probably wouldn't be. The Navajo were on the other side of the country - more Southwest-ish. [ And going to pull up a chair while working at the taser-arrow. ] 'Connor's a weird name for a Mohawk.

[Way to ruin the moment Roy gawd. He shifts - awkward and nosy once again - as his arms cross his chest.]

The Cherokee may have had dealings with them, perhaps. [Iroquois Nation bros with a vast territory to boot. His brow creases just slightly at the mention of his name. It isn't quite territory that is unsafe but it is complicated. Also, awkward.] A gift from a mentor who was not fluent in Kanien’kéha. My true name has been something of a challenge for him.

[ lol oops ]

Yeah, could be. They were kinda middle-ish, right? I dunno. [ Look he didn't make great grades in Where Natives Americans Hung Out class. Some pliers and he's wrapping a cord up toward the tip of the arrow before he sets it aside, pointing down at said cord. ] Don't touch that. [ and picking up the next he continues the conversation. Well, sort of. Just going to ramble off in a different direction because apparently that's a soft spot. ] I always thought names other people gave you were kind of more special. Like who even knows you when you're a kid, right?

Not to knock your parents or whatever, but. [ shrug. this is awk. ] What's your given name?

I suppose. Not all of their land has been claimed by the settlers, from my time point. [And hopefully it will stay that way. He doesn't have much time to dwell on it though, before Roy's putting the arrow down. Don't mind as he leans in closer, though he appears to be taking the warning seriously.]

In some ways. My mentor is not renowned for his sentiment, but I have often wondered why he chose that particular name. [Getting around to asking him is a whole different matter, though.] Was Roy your birth name, or given to you?

['Parents' gets him to look up, the words both correct and inaccurate at the same time. The name his mother gave him fit better than she probably would have imagined, and he wonders what she would think of it were she still alive.] Ratonhnhaké:ton. A mouthful for most.

[ Blinking over at Connor, his expression is a little unreadable for a moment. 'Settlers'. So yeah, he one of the original Mohawk people, before the reservations. Shit, but he has shitty future ahead of him. He goes back to working, trying to seem nonchalant about it. ] Yeah, well, settlers aren't really a concern in the 21st century.

[ Pliers pliers, wrapping cord, OOPS, SHOCKING SELF. So there's a string of curses here as he shakes his hand out. Omfg, this is where we wear safety gear and don't use salvaged exposed wires. Anyway. ] Navajo have their own nation. It's pretty awesome. Our own snow-cone stand too, which, in the Four Corners? You wanna have.

[ Sort of laugh. ] Nah, Roy was it. 'Arsenal'- [ Said as he wiggles an arrow at him - see? look. Arsenal. ] - is the close I have but it's more an alias. I guess 'Scooter' but that's one of those dumbass things old people call you when you're little.

[ Okay so just going to mouth that for a second, hurgh, that is a mess of syllables. He's said these whack ass names before, okay, he'll get it. ] Yeah, no kidding. Write it for me, I got this.

[He misses the look, too focused on the arrow, the wiring, and the temptation to touch despite the warning not to.] Nor the British, I would imagine. [Because for all of Roy's good natured sarcasm and humor, he's lacking that essential trait that had put Connor on edge since his first encounter with the settlers. Namely, a sense of superiority. Clearly this guy isn't English, so they must've lost after all.]

[Luckily Roy shocks himself before Connor starts getting it into his head that shoving forks into electrical sockets seems like a good idea. Don't mind as he backs up just a little, alarmed.] Are you all right? [Yeah he sounds... genuinely worried about this. Woops.]

[This news about the Navajo having their own nation is fascinating, however. He wasn't sure what he had imagined for the future, but equality was not something that had occurred to him, despite his belief that it was deserved. Perhaps the rumblings his father had told him about Washington weren't true, after all.] The Continental Congress approved this? [YEAH DON'T MIND HIM SOUNDING... relieved, sob.]

[It's like some mystical weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and he's smiling again. Burdens to bear, yada yada. In fact, Connor almost chuckles. What, Scooter is hilarious, okay.] The meaning may be lost on me, but you do not strike me as a... 'Scooter.'

[And because he's in such a better mood, he'll indulge, repeating it slowly: Ra-doon-ha-ge-doon, before he borrows a piece of paper to write it out.]

Nah this is like the third time I've done it today, don't worry about it, hazard of the job. [ Waving a dismissive hand, and no Roy it is the hazards of being stupid, but okay, yeah, working working lalala. Next arrow. As Connor asks the 'Continental Congress' question he doesn't really pause what he's doing and thankfully enough he's a good liar so this comes out without seeming too suspicious. ] Congress sure did.

[ ITS NOT REALLY LYING IS IT? ] Enough people made their complaining known enough and enough other people pulled their heads out of their ass. Progress.

[ Omfg you are not saying that for real. ] It was sad by an old guy with ugly facial hair who wouldn't know a clever nicknamed if it slapped him in the face, so yeah, meaning lost on all of us.

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