Owner	Pose
Nick Drago	Oh what a pain April turned out to be: Forced musical numbers. Cult like groups attacking the school. Evil costumes run amok. Some disturbing dreams. Bank Dragons. Getting zapped into a cube. And some weird dream world jail break. Mike's going to probably need to be careful with his power usage until he can get a full night's rest. It appeared April had a lock on craziness. But now it is May. Perhaps a peaceful time will occur this time around. Barring the chaos that is sure to hit from work. A new album has released today. So he'll soon be going about promoting the dang thing. From what he's heard it appears he got pulled on to that game show again. But before he descends into that form of madness, there's a matter at the school that must be handled first. The weather was nice enough and with the paperwork dropped off, Mike figured he could get away with trying out the restaurant he saw on the way over. It certainly didn't seem far so the underdressed rocker is taking a nice stroll that way.
Hawkman	What are superheroes doing on a Tuesday at noonish. In Hawkman's case, he's learning the lay of the land from some locals. Ideally he'd be talking to a red tail but they are in short supply it seems so Corvids. Nice enough if you can deal with the snerking. "<Wheet> Ehh, any action around here? What do you guys do for fun and all that? <Wheet> "<Caw> We chase big mouthed hawks away! <Caw> "<Wheet> Can you guys give me a freaking break?" <Wheet>" <Caw> "Mmmm let me see, no! Hahahahahaha! Silly hawk person!" <Caw> Hawkman sighs and starts on his lunch, a burrito. <Caw>"Hey bro can you help a raven out?" <Caw> <Wheet> "Mmmm let me see, no!" <Wheet> "Indeed, Michael Hannigan, go about your business. For soon I will hold sway over you and you manager will pay handsomely to have you back," the specter says. No not that SPECTER. The apparition (not her either) resembles an invisible man wearing a top hat and fashionable clothes of the 1800's and holds the rains of a spectral horse. The Gentleman Ghost pats his mount's neck and wonder where to find a couple of spectral apples for it as he watches Mike/Nick Hannigan/Drago move along. <Wheet> "Come back with my lunch you lousy thieving bastards!" <Wheet> Thwap thwap! Caw! Ca-caw!! Swat!
Nick Drago	As Mike is neither privy to off stage monologues and somewhat tired. The musician doesn't take note of the man declaring his motivation for being here. It likely also helps that the ghostly creature is invisible and Mike REALLY stinks at magic sense. As he comes around a bend, the cawing and the wheets does draw his attention. His head tilts up, expecting to find a bunch a crows, but instead a bit impressed to find ravens mimicking crows. But it's not quite the oddest thing going on up there. Instead, screeing back is a helmeted barechested man with- Mike stares. Oh if Morrigan could see this...
Hawkman	Hawkman throws the burrito aside. "Ewww. Torn apart, fine eat it." The ravens gladly oblige. He moves closer to the edge of the roof. He has a birdseye view as the Gentleman Ghost fully manifests and charges down the street at the musician copping a squat. Carter Hall's memories rise to the front: Gentleman Ghost. Real Ghost. Has B-grade weapons and gimmicks. Nth metal works fine on him. Horse is a haunt, no intelligence or real existence. Lunch is forgotten though it was a nice burrito. With a <Skreee!> Hawkman takes to the skies, causing his own bit of commotion. Weird, the Ghost has no face but he wears a monocle. Well it gives you a point of aim. He hefts his mace. The Gentleman Ghost proves he is not a gentleman riding through a number of people, harmlessly but frightening some out of their wits.
Nick Drago	Reminscent of the birds Hawkman has been spending time arguing with, his head tilts curiously as the figure shifts closer to the dege of the roof. There are all sorts around here it seems. The leap up with the screeching is a bit of a show. A slight smile forms. Yeah. Flying's pretty cool. He's probably having f- A scream from one of the bystanders finally does draw Mike's attention away from the commotion going above. Turning and processing the visual coming at him, the tired musician has just enough time to start to utter the phrase, 'What the f-'
Hawkman	Ah but the rest if Mike's utterance is lost as Hawkman swoops down on him, hoping to get him out of the phantom's past! And... of course it works! Why wouldn't it? Hawkman lofts the musician and turns tightly to move away from the Ghost. The aerial avenger (LC 'a') lifts for altitude. With a nicker the Ghost's horse lifts into the air chasing after the pair. "Crap. Sorry sir... I'll set you down as soon as I can! Hey, you're Nick Drago!!" The Gentleman Ghost screams with rage and raises his cane! Cane? Yes. Cane. Bolts of enervating mystic energy shoot out and are swept away from Hawkman's wings. However, the Ghost is closing, Hawkman being hampered with a celebrity and being choosy about where to set him safely.
Nick Drago	"-UUuuuu-" The voice does indeed die away as Mike finds himself being tugged into the air. Years of conditioning start to take place as he starts twisting and turning, hand clenching into a fist to smack the newfound assailent. But it then registers that he's in the air, not Phantasmed and being dropped when he's, honestly not at his physical and mental best is probably not a good thing. The fist pulls back as he instead wheels his head to take a look for that ghost creature. Which seems not at all that hampered by gravity either. "I get that alot." He replies to Hawkman's observation reflexively. He reconsiders the situation. "...yes." Seeing something being blasted their way. Ok. A quick retreat doesn't seem all that likely...But maybe- The fist opens grasping onto one of the arms. "Bear with me. It's going to get weird." Taking a deep breath, Mike does what he can to block out what's going on in air. The scar upon his lower right forearm fades, reappearing on the left while his features mirror upon itself. Then it's Hawkman's turn. A few key sensory elements fade as the scenery itself suddenly changes to one of brightly colored scenery and characters from the local children's educational channel. There's even a baby face giggling from the sun while a sweater wearing Ardvark rides in a little red trolley beneath.
Hawkman	Hawkman is used to matters like waking up thinking he's an Egyptian Pharaoh or inhabitant of a world circling Polaris. This is weird though. No Shayera, unlike his other faux memories. He openly gawks at the burning baby head and then plows into a cotton candy cloud, right n front of a marshmallow mountain. They hit that too. As Hawkman scrambles to his feet and flips goo from his wings the Gentleman Ghost appears. "What sorcery is this? Oh you again. You stay here Mr. Drago. I'm going to bust this Ghost... in the head." Looking slightly gooey Hawkman lifts off again. Gosh that baby head... maybe it's like the Human Torch?
Nick Drago	As the pair flies through the dream world. Mike's eyes widen as he sees the Ghost following after. "How did he get in h-" He doesn't have much time to think about that as Hawkman starts to get up, trying to shake off the tiny man. "Don't" As Hawkman wrings himself free and flies off, several things change. For one, his senses return. Two. His scenery changes once more as he ends up getting ejected rather ungracefully into the waking world without his chosen charge. Well crap. Mike gets up and starts running. "April all over again!" He complains.
Hawkman	Hawkman has been ejected and suddenly the local High School is THERE! And a large window. Hawkman crashes through it, sprawls and slides off the desk scattering papers everywhere and bounces off the far wall. To his credit he is up in a moment, wings throwing chairs about and knocking pictures down. He glances at the door erytnIcaM .M .rD. Probably some fat, balding psychologist. He'll straighten it out later. He hurls himself out of the window and... what exactly? He has no idea how to fly into a dream. He rises up as the sound of running heels grow louder. The door is opened followed by a scream of rage. Definitely not a fat old guy. But Hawkman is gone.
Nick Drago	Mike runs over to the trolley, hopping on to glance over to Arthur. As they match eyes, Mike feels an inwards sense of relief. Found the dreamer. "You got to help us Arthur! The ghost man is trying to rob the trolley!" The Ardvark smiles rather cheerfully, "Don't worry! Baby Sun will save us!" There is a giggle from above as the scenery starts getting A LOT brighter. Triggering a scream from outside. Mike looks back to the smiling Ardvark. "...Wow. You were right." He hops off the trolley and out of the dream. Tumbling to the ground in a roll. "Kids can be scary."
Hawkman	Hawkman sees Mike re-emerge or whatever he does. He swoops down, folding his wings to land. With a hand on the smaller man's shoulder he asks, "Are you all right Mr. Drago? Did you see where the Ghost ran off to? I'll gladly fly you where you're going. It may be the safest way to leave here. It would be an honor." He stows the mace on his belt after removing a certificate from a spike.
Nick Drago	As Hawkman reaches over a hand to touch Mike's shoulder, it temporarily passes through him. Mike grumbles, pushing himself up, features switching back to normal as the scar moves back to the correct arm. The rocker appears much more tired. "It's going to be one of those months again, I just know it." He mutters, bringing a hand to his face. Something causes for him to glance up, turning his head over towards the school building nearby, jaw dropping as he sees the broken window. "Uh- the sun in the dream sort of... fried him. Did you break the window?"
Hawkman	Hawkman looks up at the shattered window and says with finality. "I broke the office."