[center][h1][color=#357302][b]Drake Vettman[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
An eyebrow raising at Fran's exclamation, Drake smiled a bit after a moment, giving Headhunter a sidelong glance before he too crossed the street, looking both ways before he did so. Slipping his hands into his pockets, his feet met the other sidewalk and he leaned against the wall, with Arsenal and 'Fran' in his line of sight, as well as Headhunter. Thoughts moving quickly he figured that their...new recruit, was likely to feel threatened by three strangers, who seemed to know him despite him being relatively new in town--as capes went. With this in mind, he spoke up, dialing his power up en full, though his teammates remained immune. After all, Arsenal wasn't [i]on the team[/i] yet, so there was nothing [i]really[/i] stopping him from using his power to make sure that this went smoothly. He'd stop afterwards, maybe even apologize for the manipulation. Imagine that. [color=#357302][b]"Proposal is right, [i]friend[/i],"[/b][/color] he said, smiling at their recruit conspiratorially. [color=#357302][b]"I assure you we can pick up and leave if you're not interested, but trust me you're probably gonna like what we're selling, so to speak."[/b][/color] With that he shut his mouth as it was likely plenty to do the trick, especially considering that the fellow had [i]no idea[/i] he even had a power.

So there he leaned, waiting for their recruit's response. Hopefully he would be sufficiently [i]convinced[/i]. If not, well...he had plenty more where that had come from and if he wouldn't play ball willingly, well...that would just be his loss.

Loss of self that is.