_Creed_

Either he's a potential co-worker, or a potential threat to business.

@thisisgonnahurt:

POW dropped his aggressive scan instantly, even for a second, after Pinnacle asked how suspicious they looked. "Peak, can I call you Peak? You're a walking renaissance statue and I'm the most notorious and illegal pin-cushion in this joint. Of course he probably sees, and or knows who we are!" POW stated with an intense whisper.

He looked over at the only other person that stood out in Loners (@rey_king) with squinted eyes. The very same person who had green hair, tapping away on a laptop in a nightclub and was sipping on his own bottle of water that he brought in.

@thisisgonnahurt:

POW was no private investigator, no Holmes, but seeing someone like Pinnacle sweating was seriously not an image that made sense. The cushioned criminal leaned in, looking around the club as a force of habit.

"Okay, the plan can wait for a second... You alright?"

@thisisgonnahurt:

...

@thisisgonnahurt:

POW listened to Pinnacle's abridged origin, nodding along as he spoke. This was a person who literally willed himself into becoming a superhero. He was still amazed at how different these two personas are from each other, though POW could relate in a sense. The man Willis Lincoln and his alter ego POW were vastly different, but merely in attitude. Pinnacle had things a bit more complex.

"That's... Pretty insane. But so is the world we live in, guess that isn't too hard to believe either." He replied honestly. With that twist brought out onto the table, it was time for POW to cut through the red tape. "So... In Paris, we had ourselves a little agreement, didn't we?"

@thisisgonnahurt:

POW seemed pretty unimpressed, instantly guessing this was some kind of informant, or maybe even someone who's had a few too many drinks. He sighed and leaned forward, sincerely trying to not sound like a tool. "Look man, I don't know what you want, but I'm just trying to rel- Whaaaaaaaaaaa-"

The crook was left hanging as this stranger transformed into a face he was very familiar with, considering it belonged to someone that had POW's life in his massive hands. It was the very same, the one and only, Pinnacle.

"-aaaaaaaat the hell?!" POW finished his dragged out exclamation, looking up at the heroic brute. "You're telling me you can shape shift?!" He aggressively questioned him, not pleased at all by this surprise.

@thisisgonnahurt:

"Who is this toothpick anyway?" POW stared at him for a moment in silence, honestly trying to recall if he'd ever seen him before, but to no avail.

"Can't say I have. Any reason why I should know you?"

@thisisgonnahurt:

Arnold wouldn't have to scan the seedy scenery for too long. As just in the far back of the club sat POW at a closed booth. He was in a lounged sitting posture, arm resting up on the seat, the other sipping on a Stella beer. While Arnold wouldn't be able to notice, POW's lens-concealed eyes were locked on to Arnold as soon as he walked into the joint.

Icefire and Warsy for me.

@inkheart:

This was nothing new to Willis, he's had dozens of professionals pick his brain. "Right, we could stop. But that would frustrate you, wouldn't it?"

He chose to take the moment and use it to his advantage. "Think yourself a rookie shrink, right?"