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[/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=silver][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]San Francisco[/I] - [I]California[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=silver][b]Titans Together! #1.18:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Riding in style[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=dimgray][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][INDENT][sub][color=silver][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]Robin[/I] - [@Master Bruce], [I]Miss Martian[/I] - [@Half Pint]  [/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=2c2c2c][b]Previously:[/b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5602232]Soldier Poet Tinkerer Spy[/url][I][/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/INDENT][/color]

[indent][color=a187be]"I just wonder which one of you Troia thinks is the Squire and which one is the Paladin."[/color]
Megans words rang as Kyle saw everyone else spring into action. The plan was solid. Split the team, Cinderblock barely proved a challenge before when they all had showed up one at a time, now, all together he'd be a cakewalk. Barely worth a sweat. Yet, Kyle's spine tingled, like he had a bad feeling about it. His mind wandering, returned to the question asked by his alien friend. He always wondered what she would have seen if she ever saw into his head - maybe nothing new. His thoughts tended to manifest themselves on the outside, anyway. He smiled at her, patting Robin on the shoulder fraternally as his eyes lit up with green light.

[color=87E9A9]"I figure Robin's been carrying swords or whatever for The Dark Knight for so long, somebody should do that for him. Though I've thought of myself as more like Merlyn than a squire, but, hey. A gig's a gig."[/color] He grinned, playing his admiration for Robin & The mythical Batman of as a joke than the actual reverence he felt. Light swirled around Robin as a medieval great helm, translucent and sporting a visor in the form of a bat symbol for a moment sat on his dark head. It disappeared as Kyle finished his thought, he turned his attention to the task at hand.

Having lead the other two out towards a balcony where he swiftly opened a window and put his fingers to his lips.
[color=87E9A9]"We'll get there in style. I'll call a cab."[/color] He blew harshly, creating a very loud whistle.

With great theatrics, a limousine with six doors pulled up from the bottom of the building. Entirely made out of green light, tinted windows and all. The car sported wings on it's back wheels and a hood ornament that matched the lantern symbol on Kyle's outfit. Out stepped, into the air but remaining afloat, a portly and short green skinned man in a black driver's uniform, opening the door for the three Titans. He bowed ceremoniously. 

[color=87E9A9]"Ganthet, floor it."[/color] Kyle ordered, as the flying car took off towards the last known location of the prison transport.

In but a few minutes the three had pulled up on the last known location of the prison escort. The car neatly parked at a safe distance from the crime scene. The three disembarked and Kyle nodded in approval towards the car before he saw it disappearing, Ganthet and all.


As the trio arrived, they were greeted by a chaotic scene. Four police cruisers were flipped over and sirens were going wild. A fire hydrant had been busted and some small fires were dotted around the crime scene. Cinderblock and the other Titans were a couple of blocks away, Cinderblock had clearly hoofed it as far away as possible in the brief time that had passed since they all had gotten ready in the tower. The transport was tipped over, clearly having been attacked both from the outside but also the inside. Traces of supercooled material were evident at a mere glance, and the guards had their feet and hands frozen in place. One of the guards was shouting about Cinderblock tearing out of the cell in the transport, but also about a 'snowman' attacking the convoy. Kyle left the statement-taking to the other two, as he was focused on damage mitigation at this point.

Kyle scoped the area, looking for other people in trouble. His eyes widened as he saw a building about to collapse. Quickly, the aloof artist flew towards them, four mechanical and intricately constructed hands sprouted from the ground, holding the building in place. As if the falling building was held together by the fingers of a giant robot. Emergency slides appeared on the upper floor, neon arrows pointing the ten or so people that needed to get out towards the slide. The slide lead onto a gigantic fart pillow, making a delightful little noise every time someone landed on it. People crawled out from under the rubble held up by the gigantic hands, he checked if there were anyone else left in there. Asking those that were getting out, running past him. They let him know all who were still inside of the building were accounted for, thanking him.

"Thank you, Booster Gold!" One child shouted as she and her parents ran past Kyle. The Green Lantern had a furled brown as he was standing a few feet in the air manipulating all constructs at the same time, staying focused. He had to stifle a laugh to not break his concentration, so he simply gave a quick thumbs up to the young girl, grinning. 

[color=87E9A9]I'm so awesome people mistake me for Booster? Hell yeah.[/color] [/indent]