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[i]Titan Tower, San Francisco[/i]
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Roy looked between the green boy, Starfire, and the blonde in the pool for a moment, his eyebrows raised behind his red shades. He was used to some weird shit. Hell, the guy who took him to rehab was a talking crocodile. But being surrounded by so many powered people at once was a little overwhelming. That, and being close to the alien he once called a friend was keeping the archer on edge. [i]An edge that alcohol used to ease...[/i]

Roy shook his head for a moment, his lips curling into a shit-eating grin. "[color=ed1c24]If we're using our fake names, then I'm Arsenal. But if we're on a team... call me Roy.[/color]" He dropped the quiver and belt on the ground as he sat next to the pool, kicking off his worn-out red running shoes and removing his socks. He pulled out a small chip from his pocket, a little golden coin with a "10" sharply imprinted onto the front, and flicked it into the air before catching it and placing it in the quiver.

"[color=ed1c24]What brought you here, [i]Beast Boy[/i]? Trying to save people? Control your powers? Glory?[/color]" While dipping his feet into the water, the archer looked out past the pool... past the others. He watched the horizon, the warm glow of orange cresting along the city's skyline. He felt at home, up on a roof in a city teeming with criminals. And yet his mind was wondering back ten months... longer even. Back to the night he was forced to change...

[i]Cut the melodrama, Roy. Enjoy yourself for once damn it.[/i] The archer sighed as he continued watching the horizon, smiling slightly as he listened to everything going on around him. He couldn't space out now. There were certainly more jokes to be made in this company.