<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/>"<strong>Pretty sure anyone whose spent more then 5 minutes on any sort of social media knows that about you.</strong>" Red Goblin quips back as he comes in closer, the glider slowing down and getting quieter as it gets closer. Soon he's basically just hovering off the ground nearby. When he steps off he kicks it up, and parts of it collapse until he can slap it on his back like a skateboard.<br/><br/>"<strong>I just figured Team Rich Kid Bratpack might have a little comraderie is all. Plus I wanted to see if you had any new toys.</strong>" he giggles a bit. It's not quite a full Goblin Giggle - but it's familiar.<br/><br/>"<strong>And admittedly I always wondered about the Fuel you and your dad used in your boots. I always assumed it was a cycloparaffins or a naphthene-derivative, line pressurization at different altitudes has to be interesting though.</strong>"<br/><br/>Yeah, yeah - Morgan Stark was a Genius. Everyone knew that too. That the Goblin Formula also improved the recipient's intelligence was less well known but - well, Normie's been exposed to a *lot* of Goblin Formula over the years. He was dying to know if he could keep up with a Stark intellectually. Might be fun for a laugh.