Multi-pup post

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Somewhere over the skies of Metropolis, somebody was flying overhead, and observing everything. Nathan Petrelli's had some weird encounters of late, but that wasn't going to stop him from continuing to do surveillance. And just take advantage of the relatively quiet skies.
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Kate Bishop was practicing her archery shots on the Cooper farm, but she was standing further back from the targets than usual. And yet still reaching the target with precision.

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Maria Venkman was on the Cooper farm as well now, casually walking around. She's pretty sure there's more around than what it seems like at first. A lot more. Just had to look for it.

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Xander Harris was humming something rather poppy as he was currently sawing some pieces of wood also on the farm, and nailing them together. Looked like a storage chest. He will deny any similarities the song has to samples from the latter boy band oeuvre.

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Alfred Bester was walking aways from the farm, his head tilted to the side casually. Getting in some exercise, and fresh air he would say. Listening to the background noise of thoughts of the few dwelling around. Amazing what you can learn when people think all their minds are that private.

(ooc: If you see the EP, it's open and taggable. Just indicate who you want to talk to in your tag, thxs!)

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[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"Ooh. You're good at this whole archery thing." Sam notes, wandering over. He's almost completely healed up from his fight with Venom (though his powers sporadically cutting out has made healing a somewhat slower than usual process), but there's still a few rather unpleasant bruises, including one on his face.

"Let me try, let me try. Pleaaase?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"My eyesight's a lot better these days. Just testing it out. And I've been good at archery, remember out west?"

Kate then offered him the bow and arrow, "All right, just take your time, and sight your target before firing."

She studied him some. "What happened to you?"

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"Oh, nothing. M'powers cut out while sparring with Venom. Kept going in the hopes that they'd cut on again." Sam murmurs absently, examining the bow with a rather great degree of fascination. "Ooh. Bow-y."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate eyed him, "How often do they cut out?"

She watched him examine the bow, "It belonged to the first Hawkeye originally. Captain America bestowed it on me in his honor, along with his name." In other words, remember her temper? It's going to be super scary if anything happens to it.

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"Every now and then. Fairly frequently." Sam shrugs. "... Why would somebody call themselves Captain America? Unless they were some sort of insane hyper-patriot."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Her eyes narrowed at that, "His country named him that. He was a great hero during World War II."

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"And he didn't immediately go 'No, sorry, that's a silly name' ?"

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Babs has somehow managed to make it to the back porch where she has a view of Kate at work. The girl is pretty good. Maybe as good as Mia, and that's saying something. You don't get that kind of skill without some pretty intensive, and nonstandard, training.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Very intensive training indeed. And within a short amount of time too. Tommy once called her olympic class, and he might be right.

She continued firing. Sometimes trying different angles, or multiple arrows fired.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Watching is one of Barbara's natural states, so this comes easily. It's not the accuracy that keeps her attention, it's the other stuff. Competitors don't need to work from different angles and do stuff with multiple arrows. That's something reserved for more... esoteric uses.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Trick arrows if she had some handy too. She then took a break to retrieve her arrows, and glanced over.

"Enjoying the show?" She dryly asked with a small smile.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"I suppose I am," Babs grins. "Any display of skill is worth watching, after all."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." She placed the arrows back in her quiver, and came over, offering her hand.

"I'm Kate Bishop."

[vehicon-thrust.livejournal.com]

Thrust is back on the farm again-- whatever he and Lucy did while they were out was apparently fun, at least if you can read Vehicon body language. Okay, sure, he's got a couple of claw marks on his sides (were he in his alt mode, it'd look like somebody with sharp claws was holding on for dear life), but he's also relaxed and downright cheerful as he hauls his refuelling station closer to the storm cellar.

The storm cellar is now his energon storage facility, see.

Who does Thrust want to meet? Well, Thrust doesn't really care, though he's curious about meeting more human males. He's only met three, so far, and four females, and he's keeping track of his impressions. (So far, one male is 'generally all right,' one is 'all right,' and one is 'would be all right but his social mores are made of ARGH,' while the females break down into two 'all right,' one 'very all right,' and one Lucy, who is in a class by herself now. In case anyone was curious.)

Granted, he hasn't met a pre-adult human yet, either, and the big pink robot hauling the small tower made of streetlight pole segments and small appliances is certainly not something you'd expect to see on your average overgrown farm.

((So, you know, uh, tag Xander or Maria, unless a wandering hot pink robot is the sort of thing that would catch Kate's attention. Whatever's good, whoever's bored-- Thrust doesn't care so long as he doesn't take major structural damage.))

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Then Xander was noticing. not sure the hot pink color, but ooooh Transformer robot!

He might have briefly hummed the cartoon theme song as he finished up his work.

[vehicon-thrust.livejournal.com]

Hey, hot pink is a very manly color on Cybertron! It's the color of long-spilled energon. Shoot, it's practically goth.

But since it looks like Thrust's path-of-hauling has dragged him past a human, well, clearly the polite thing to do is at least nod and say, "Hey."

So he does.

And no, Thrust's greetings don't really get longer than that, not even when he doesn't have his hands full.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander was looking up and up, and that one working eyeball was blinking a lot. And there was slight itch in the socket hidden behind the eyepatch, also trying to blink too.

"Wow... uh hi!"

[vehicon-thrust.livejournal.com]

"Lemme guess. First time seein' a robot?"

He doesn't sound like a robot, really. He sounds like a blues singer (the kind you'd find in a three-piece suit singin' how his baby left him, perhaps for an ugly purple condor) or a bouncer or something. Course, for as full of gravel as his voice is, he at least sounds friendly.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

"Not exactly." Xander was trying to maintain his cool. He's an adult now after all.

Right, inward fanboy is not going OMGTRANSFORMERAWESOME! Suuuure.

[slayer_fray]

Mel is trying to figure out who on the farm has what skills, so finding a man carpenting is a big plus.

"Hey."

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander glanced up, and grinned after he finished nailing a corner of support.

"Hey, how's it going?"

[slayer_fray]

Mel shrugs, leaning against a convenient wall - the girls are with Sokka, so it's just her and her stakes right now.

"Just scoping out the farm, trying to figure out what we're working with. I'm Mel."

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander wiped his hand self-consciously, and then offered it.

"I'm Xander, nice to meet you."

If the stakes were obvious, they were getting an interested eye at them.

[slayer_fray]

They are obvious, slung in two bandoleers across Mel's chest, but they're not exactly what he might be used to: uniformly carved, with obvious handles. A step removed from wooden splinters.

Still, Mel catches the glance.

"What're you making?"

First things first, though.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

"Storage chest for supplies...Nice work on those. Did you make them?" Pointing out the stakes, and no, he was used to carving some basic ones.