A beautiful Sunday morning after church(Closed ask to join xD can I get some Phantom attention?)

The Ranger, The Red Archer, The Right Hand of Jesus, Atlanta's old Savior, which ever you choose to call him, smiles softly to himself standing on the roof of a church looking down into the streets beneath him watching the people walk by in their church cloths. The warm, comforting sun accompanies the ever shapeful white clouds, as if mint flavored cotton candy stuck in the beautiful blue sky and all its glory. He had just finished attending Sunday morning mass and was now in costume standing on top of his new parish in Chicago having only moved her about a week ago. So far it has been a little hectic yet fun, his first day in the new city he met Prodigy, a up and coming super like himself though super strong and durable. Only a couple days later from the incident he was caught up in the Crisis that happened at Sears Tower, which was very fun though he did not get to meet any of the Phantoms. Having hoped to attract at least some attention from the group of heroes he has heard so much about, a group much like himself in many ways. The hooded archer shrugs off the thought and just lets the warmth of the morning sun hit him, warming him up and giving a feeling that there is more to life than meets the eye. A feeling he always feels after going to a session at church, something he suggests to all of his friends.

The Ranger looks around trying to see if there is any action going on in this ever active, though not as much as New York of course, city. Moving his bows and quiver to a more comfortable position on his back he tilts his head to the side trying to try and hear any sounds of sirens or 'action' he can find. He sighs softly not hearing anything for now, oh sure it is nice to have a day off and all especially on Sunday the day of rest. Yet, it feels odd at the same time like there is something going on out there that The Ranger can not see or hear. Kind of like the odd feeling you get when you think someone is behind you, only to turn around and see nothing; or even more like when your driving down the street and look out the window at the car next to you only to see the person was already looking at you. The Right Hand of Jesus furrows his brow trying to figure out why it is so quite, way to quite, almost movie like quite where you know something is not right.

The Ranger raises an eyebrow, which is hidden beneath his hood, watching as the older man walks up asking,or more so stating, about who he is. He notices the cigarett notching a normal arrow and firing it off, it cuts straight through the cigarett severing it in half and putting it out. "Smoking can kill you, I advise you don't do it." He says in his deep, low, voice with a small twang of a suthern accent though hardly noticable before jumping down from the church landing on the streets below on his feet as no noise is made. "First give me three good reasons why I should even come meet your employer." The Ranger says looking over at the man his bow placed back onto his back where it usually is when not in use. He studies the man quickly, sizing him up, trying to figure out just what this man is capable of and whom is employer might be. Any and all information he can get would be very helpful to say the least.

The Ranger waits and listens to what this man has not say, essentially hearing him out. When he is done he sighs and shrugs "Ill go to simply humor your employer, I work for no one but god and myself so make me her's she will not." He says slowly walking over to the older man motioning for him to lead the way, having never done something like this boefore. Though he does wish to be a lawyer when finished with college, so maybe this will give him some insight or something? One never truley knows until the time comes anyway. He makes a mental check to himself figuring out if he has all of the items he will essentially need if a fight of some sort breaks out. Oh, sure he could always run away but what kind of hero would he be then? Not a good one at all that is for sure.

((sorry it's shortish, I gtg I'm beat))

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((OOC: When I get my character approved, can I join?))

http://superhero-rpg.forumotion.com/t3229-lets-get-prehistoric#49856

((already got two heroes sorry))

The Ranger follows the man and sees Elena, the lady who leads around Huntress and Phillip. He raises an eyebrow not seeing either of them around her or on the way here which confuses him, then the thought that maybe they were given the day off because she wanted to meet him and didn't want a fight to break out or something. What ever the reason is it makes him feel a little better knowing that neither of them will be here breathing down his throat, eyes glaring into his. Now all he has is her, whose eyes are probably glaring at him, or not at all, just as hard as theirs would have been. He slowly sits down after inspecting it of any traps or something of those sorts not completely trusting; which he shows by denying the offer for the éclair. His hood still upon his head he waits and listens to what she has to say raising an eyebrow at the offer.

The Ranger knows he shouldn't accept an offer from a super villainess, especially one as powerful as her but it irks him so. A shot at becoming a Phantom, the group he has studied up on and tracked down the best he can sense she told him about them in Atlanta. The chance to meet the Black Knight, a hero he grew up reading about in comics as a kid, Entropus the fastest man a live, something Ranger himself strives to be. Or, even more so The Black Arrow, and archer like himself yet the worlds best Archer, one who is maybe ten times better than The Ranger is himself. Working side by side these people would be like a dream come true for the young college aged super hero. 'Though making a deal from the Crimson Witch, is it really worth it?' He asks himself tapping his hands on the table trying to make a decision, running all the possibilities through his head.

After about a minute of having his super brain run on over drive he stands up pushing the chair away and looking down at Elena. "No, I will not take your offer; if I can not attract their attention on my own then I'm simply not good enough. But, I will not make a deal with you unknowing of what I may have to do in return." He says shaking his head, mentally closing the door to the offer as well as mentally walking away. He then physically starts to walk away knowing, or believing, that this is the part where Phillip or Huntress or some other lackey of hers he has yet to meet tries to stop him. He scoffs silently at the idea, having already beaten her two best, what could another possibly do that they could not?

The Ranger listens to her ranting but continues walking knowing this lady is a dangerous force to be reckoned with to be sure. "Yes, I think they will because I'm not some pushover you get rid of easily, go ask Phillip and Huntress that I'm sure your lackeys will tell you that." He mutters the last part underneath his breath then feels the noise and the small shockwave sent out though not loosing his balance at all. "I do my research miss Collin; it is you who does not seem to know who they are messing with." He quickly sprints out of the cafe' at full speed to get far enough away where no one will get hurt in the enclosed area, once he deems himself far enough away he pulls out his bow notching a regular arrow and waiting for her to follow. Having a strong feeling that she will do so and not simply let him go or she wouldn't have taken the trouble to track him down in the first place. He gets down into a kneeling position and waits for her or one of her mercenaries to come out after him, knowing that by denying her offer he started a fight. Something he was not hopping to start on the Lord's holy day, the day of rest. He shakes his head sighing; it seems as if there must never be rest for the hero, always another villain out there trying to ruin the peace.

As he is found The Ranger sighs having known he should have gone invisible, though it is to late now. He listens to her talk noticing the array of display in her strength, noticing it is just as strong as Prodigy's which makes him unload the normal bow replacing it with a c7 or semtex explosive arrow. These being the most 'clay' explosives known to man, much more explsovie than C4 by at least 85%, something able to blow up an entire ship with what he fits into the arrow head. He started using this exsplosive after the fight with prodigy realising his normal exsplosives did practically nothing to the man, his electric net arrows only because it was raining. "No, I simply will not accept your deal under those terms Miss Collin" The Ranger says firing off the exploding arrow straight at her gut, he then sprints behind her a good distance away firing off another in quick succession ready for this fight. He is ready to face this woman, the one who sent him to Chicago, whose ally the Huntress he found atractive, and other ally Phillip who killed his parents. This time it isn't either of them, this time it is the boss lady and he is ready for her.