<div class="floatleft">(http://pm1.narvii.com/6860/952df0bb6492d40ac84c8925d56ff8bac0fee568v2_00.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Norman Osborn II (The Red Goblin)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red Goblin<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ravager, Devils Nyght, Torrent, Roulette, Pandemic, War Bride, Mind Witch, Aegis, Magni,<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>It's considered rude to fly indoors, of course. So, of course, the Red Goblin is gliding away. It's actually a lot safer then it sounds, some of the things the Goblin Formula has done to Normie II's nervous system has in effect let him do super-speed in short bursts. Not great if you're talking a distance race - but you'd be amazed how ast he can react to obsticles.<br/><br/>He throws what looks like a Pumpkin Bomb at the doors to the cafeteria and for a glorious moment he imagines fire and gas and explosions and - none of that happens. He intentionally didn't arm this one. It just hits the handle for him so that he doesn't have to stop flying, slipping in through the open doors with a catch.<br/><br/>What? Can't a guy have a little fun?<br/><br/>He giggles, but does then just set the glider down on an empty table. He's crazy, not rude.<br/><br/>"<strong>Roulette and Pandemic. Did I stumble into Team Moral Grey Area? Where was my Invite?</strong>" he gives with a chuckle, stepping off the Trademark-Goblin-Glider and spinning what looks like a Patented Goblin Pumpkin Bomb across his fingers. Again, it's not actually armed - but how could anyone know that.<br/><br/>"<strong>Please tell me there's at least plenty of hot sauce in this place. If I have to hire a cook I'll be annoyed.</strong>" he speaks, the helmet hissing as he starts taking it off.