[h1][color=orange]Archie[/color][/h1]
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People were already surrounding the poster. Older students mostly, those who looked combat-experienced. And what seemed like a new, unfamiliar face, just a bit further back. Much taller than Archie, darker complexion, more rugged wear. Archie knew full well assumptions were often wrong when it came to metahumans, but this gent looked like he was interested in fightin’. And he was bored, so making a first impression didn’t strike him as a terrible idea.

As he approached the man, his pocket buzzed. He opened his phone to a text from his teleporting assistant. [i]Posters are done! PAY ME.[/i]

Damn. Faster work than he thought. Archie opened an app - a Promise-made one, for student and resident credit accounts - and did a bit of transacting. 500 credits, standard payment from someone like him. After he finished, he texted her, [i]Sent. Good job.[/i] And she quickly replied with a few dollar sign emojis. Archie chuckled, put his phone away, and approached the gentleman.

“Poster caught your eye, stranger?”

[@Spoopy Scary]