[This isn't Robbie's first rodeo when it comes to either apocalyptic circumstances or terrified mobs of people. At least this time there aren't people who passionately want him dead and know he can be taken out with a plastic bag over his head.]
[Still, the mobs are not reasonable and are going for new people. This means they're targeting both actual Confluence people and metas they just think are behind it.]
[It's gotten bad.]
[Real bad. Right now, he's guarding several metas with visible physical differences, who got backed into a dead end in an alley. There are four of them, so that means he can't just grab them and bounce.]
[The angry mob at the front of the alley is visible from the street, signaling something is going on there.]
[His hands are held up in a placating gesture.]
Listen, Charleton Heston, the gun's overkill, don't you think? Also, the bullets will bounce off me like flubber and richochet. And that's no good for everyone.
[His expression changes to something soft and compassionate.]
These people aren't responsible for this. I know you're worried about whoever went missing -
["I just want my daughter back! What did you all do with my daughter?!" the woman sobs, gun still raised. "Tell me!"]
[This situation maybe needs some help, whether it's with words that convince the people to stand down, or action forcing them to.]
2) I'll have a triple
Central City
[Robbie has to hit convenience stores a few times during the crisis to replenish his energy stores with water and snacks. He's exhausted every time he walks in.]
[Trying to manage crowds of terrified, angry people, and keep them from hurting people takes a lot out of you.]
[So he doesn't even bother to power down. He's mostly still moving purely through momentum right now, and the prospect of forcing his body to power up again after powering down is intimidating.]
[Besides, he has some of his money in the little pocket dimension device Pym made that's in his suit. Unlike very few people in spandex costumes, he actually has pockets in costume. Sort of.]
[The second he pays for his drinks and snacks, he steps away from the register and just starts chugging them down right then and there, one after the other. So whoever walks in is treated to the site of a superhero in spandex double-fisting a triple shot coffee and a bottle of water.]
Robbie Baldwin/Speedball | Marvel Comics | OTA
Central City
[This isn't Robbie's first rodeo when it comes to either apocalyptic circumstances or terrified mobs of people. At least this time there aren't people who passionately want him dead and know he can be taken out with a plastic bag over his head.]
[Still, the mobs are not reasonable and are going for new people. This means they're targeting both actual Confluence people and metas they just think are behind it.]
[It's gotten bad.]
[Real bad. Right now, he's guarding several metas with visible physical differences, who got backed into a dead end in an alley. There are four of them, so that means he can't just grab them and bounce.]
[The angry mob at the front of the alley is visible from the street, signaling something is going on there.]
[His hands are held up in a placating gesture.]
Listen, Charleton Heston, the gun's overkill, don't you think? Also, the bullets will bounce off me like flubber and richochet. And that's no good for everyone.
[His expression changes to something soft and compassionate.]
These people aren't responsible for this. I know you're worried about whoever went missing -
["I just want my daughter back! What did you all do with my daughter?!" the woman sobs, gun still raised. "Tell me!"]
[This situation maybe needs some help, whether it's with words that convince the people to stand down, or action forcing them to.]
2) I'll have a triple
Central City
[Robbie has to hit convenience stores a few times during the crisis to replenish his energy stores with water and snacks. He's exhausted every time he walks in.]
[Trying to manage crowds of terrified, angry people, and keep them from hurting people takes a lot out of you.]
[So he doesn't even bother to power down. He's mostly still moving purely through momentum right now, and the prospect of forcing his body to power up again after powering down is intimidating.]
[Besides, he has some of his money in the little pocket dimension device Pym made that's in his suit. Unlike very few people in spandex costumes, he actually has pockets in costume. Sort of.]
[The second he pays for his drinks and snacks, he steps away from the register and just starts chugging them down right then and there, one after the other. So whoever walks in is treated to the site of a superhero in spandex double-fisting a triple shot coffee and a bottle of water.]