16511/Back in the Saddle. Or Quiver.

Back in the Saddle. Or Quiver.
Date of Scene:	07 December 2023
Location:	Phoenix Towers
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Roy Harper, Oliver Queen

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Roy Harper has posed:
The cool days hanging over New York City give way to even cooler evenings as the slow march towards the holiday season continues unabatted. And while the weather might be growing increasingly frosty that doesn't mean there is a whole lot of let up when it comes to those vigilante guardians that take to the street each and every night.

Tonight is no different, at least not in one sense. Hell's Kitchen is hopping with plenty of activity, both legitimate and illicit alike. But tonight it is not just Arsenal taking to the rooftops of the city by himself. Tonight, Team Arrow actually has the chance to work together for the first time in awhile. To reestablish a little of that chemistry.

Or at the very least let Roy poking unending fun at his partner at mentor. That builds up commraderie too, right?

Oliver Queen has posed:
It is not like Green Arrow has been laying low for the past several weeks. He has been out nightly, taking to the streets, doing what he can to bring that sort of rough justice that is so much a part of him, a part of his friends and family and allies. He has just been doing it on his own.

He's had a few things to work through. A few things to think about. About his place in the order of things as it were. About how he fits in. How he can do the most good. and he has needed to work through that on his own, despite some persistent reminders from those that he is close to that he is not on his own. That he is never on his own, unless that's what he chooses.

It's a useful reminder. Even if it means putting up with Roy tonight.

"Any signs of trouble?"

Roy Harper has posed:
"You're joking right?" comes the prompt, incredulous response from the redheaded archer, a wry smirk on his face as he picks his way from building to building agilely, leaping those gaps between them when necessary, eyes roaming the streets and those dark alleyways.

"I'd like to think that we've done some good since we relocated here and all, but it's hard to tell so far," Arsenal retorts over the commline, pausing from that restless roaming to take up a more sentry post at the northeast corner of the building he currently finds himself on. "I've spotted a pair of muggers looking for targets, two burglars hanging around fire escapes, a guy clearly trying to hide a gas can that he's almost certainly going to use to start a fire. And five drug dealers," he reports.

Roy's voice takes on a hint of winter chill when he mentions the dealers. For him, that hits particularly close to home. But for tonight at least, it's not about him.

Oliver Queen has posed:
Sometimes you have to prioritize.

Ollie knows well just how Roy feels about drug dealers. About how serious he takes the threat from drugs, how dedicated he is to hunting them down and seeing that they're arrested. It's not hard to understand why either.

But Hell's Kitchen is like an emergency room in some respects. There is a constant flow of crime that has to be dealt with. And some potential problems are a little more pressing then others. The dealers might be predators, but they're not necessarily the most dangerous predators on the street tonight. And while Roy might disagree about that particular assessment, it seems like he is willing to defer to Oliver.

This one time at least.

"The arsonist. Even if the target building is empty the fire could spread. Lets take him down and move onto the next target." It's reasonable logic. But it's not always easy.

Roy Harper has posed:
He gets it. He really does.

All things considered he would make the same choice, despite his personal feelings. He has learned that sometimes you have to set feelings aside, that you have to do what needs to be done.

"Oui oui, mon capitain," comes Roy's prompt retort over the comms, dry and drawling as he hops off the ledge and starts back across the rooftop. "He was going up an alley off West 43rd, just up from 10th Avenue," he says, providing the intel that he has. "Heavy dark blue jacket with a hood. He's got the can draped in canvas but he must not have sealed the cap properly because you can catch a hint of gasoline in the air. Sloppy, very sloppy," he criticizes.

Then he is falling back into that trot, hurdling across the expanse below as he starts to trace his footsteps back the way he came.

Oliver Queen has posed:
While they might give each other a hard time, when it really counts Oliver is well aware that they will have each other's backs.

"Copy that. On my way," the Emerald Archer offers up in reply, starting to head in that direction as well, barely so much as breaking stride as he passes each alley way, masked gaze constantly in motion, flickering over each person, looking for some hint of their particular quarry this evening.

"Lets keep it tight then. Sometimes dealing with amateur hour is the most dangerous of problems," he says quietly. "Hopefully he's just some schmoe who's been paid to torch an abandonned building," he adds.

But there is always that possibility that it is something more. Something personal. That their target has a thing for the flames. That he might not not hesitate to torch himself and anyone else around him if the need arises.