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[i]Titan Tower, San Francisco[/i]
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Roy did his best to stifle a chuckle. He honestly didn't expect this pale teenager to have a sense of humor, let alone turn a joke back at him. In fact... he was able to spot a smile creep upon her lips. But just as quickly as that small glimpse of joy had reached her, it was stolen away by the arrival of two more individuals, both of whom didn't get the memo that red was taken. Roy gave them both a look over... two kids with way too much energy, even for someone like Roy. He could understand why the girl next to him would be so adverse to their presence, but there was a good chance that there was something else beyond that slim shell. [i]Something Dark...[/i]

He snapped back to reality after a brief second, and pondered on if probing the girl further would be a good option. Given the situation on the rooftop, there was little benefit in prolonging a conversation with someone who didn't want to speak when the "rookies" were going to be given some kind of opening lecture. "[color=ed1c24]Roy... well, Arsenal in the field. Red Arrow has a nice ring to it though... changed my name once before...[/color]" The archer's voice was surprisingly low in energy, and lacked the signature grin. Instead, the teen was sitting on the ground tinkering with an arrow that lacked a proper arrowhead. In the place of a sharp piece of metal, the arrow instead had a small red canister that was clearly pieced together from spare parts.

Roy's mind, unlike his voice, was burning with fury. Behind his shades he took glimpes away from his project to admire the team that was gathered, while also secretly catching glimpses at Raven. He had a screwdriver set firmly in his teeth as he worked on tightening the end of the canister until a distinct clicking could be heard. A smile crept on Roy's lips as he admired the arrow a moment. [i]Alright, time to impress the ladies and gents at home.[/i] He set the trick arrow aside as he reached towards his belt. 

A small box was located on the utility belt, perhaps twice the size of a deck of cards. The boy archer slid the end of the smooth metallic object, and the cracks became immediately noticeable as the metal began to interlock and stretch out almost perfectly. Within a couple seconds, the box had folded itself out into a thin recurve bow, Roy's backup to the composite bow he typically used. At a distance, the "Speed" bow looked like a standard Recurve bow with two limbs and a riser holding together a bowstring. Up close, the intricacies of the microlattice and the Spectra-Dyneema bowstring were evidently signs of master craftsmanship. It was something he developed a year and a half ago, when he still had significant resources. With the Speed Bow in hand, Roy notched the trick arrow to test the strength of the bow. [i]My God... it's beautiful...[/i] He scrambled to his feet and drew back the bow properly, his stance perfect as the string was held taught near his ear. Those with keen perception might have even been able to detect the slightest giggle at this. Roy quickly scanned the rooftop to try and determine who had noticed his awkwardly public display of geekdom while speedily packing up his equipment again to avoid embarrassing himself further.