Owner	Pose
Harry Jordan	Harry Jordan has decided to try flying again. He double checked the circuits in his helmet and belt. Now he floats above the borough of Manhattan. He gradually increases his speed. At least it's supposed to be gradual. Blame an itchy finger on the button so to speak, or some interference. Certain energies interfere with his helmet and his powers. Probably best to avoid Kord Co. It probably would have been even better to avoid Four Freedom Plaza, he realizes as his helmet goes squirrely again and he is turned into light. Air Wave surges down one of many electromagnetic waves and... okay where is he? Is he solid or a ghost? He isn't sure. Usually he just shoots out a monitor. He seems to be stuck. //Hello? Can anyone hear me?//
Reed Richards	Reed Richards is of course famously puttering about his lab, working on some inscrutable mystery or other. He perks up at the pinging noise from a console and moves over to the filter, studying he waveform, and adjusting the feeds. He hears the voice and smiles, "Hello, yes, we can. This is Reed Richard's with whom am I speaking and are you a representative of Atlantis of Latveria?"
Harry Jordan	Harry Jordan feels around for the connection and abruptly teleports, appearing to emerge from the microphone. He lands in a heap on the floor and lies there, dazed for a moment. "Uhm neither. I'm a free agent." He blinks as the boots and legs in front of him come into focus. At least it's English being spoken. Those Russian people were really angry, or wherever he'd ended up.
Reed Richards	Reed Richards is looking at a small tablet like device, nodding at the readout, "mmhmm," He blocks the em fields from his part of the lab. "Well, that's encouraging what's your name and why are you in my lab?"
Harry Jordan	Harry Jordan gets up and recognizes the great man. "Omigosh. Do I know who you are? I mean do you know who you are? I... I'm sorry. I'm getting used to my power set. Sometimes I'm just flying along. Other times I get sort of sucked up by technology and spit out of a mic or monitor. It's a little disconcerting. I'm sorry for trespassing. I'm Air Wave." He goes with his hero name. Best keep it professional.
Reed Richards	Reed Richards nods and gives a small smile, "I see, Air Wave. It seems you got caught in my em array and directed into the buffer. Your powers revolve around electro magnetic transformation? Do you also generate or just transform and control?"
Harry Jordan	Harry Jordan shrugs. "I... must generate energy somewhat. I've blown out a few monitors and melted an old laptop before I got it under control. I haven't consciously thrown energy blasts around. So far I'm able to fly or sort of teleport through systems using EM. But large amounts of EM seem to make my helmet glitch. That's where my powers lie. It was new technology my dad developed before he died." He raises his hands to his helmet, then removes it and regards it somewhat curiously.