<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=32329.msg1731970#msg1731970">Quote from: Idej on 20-03-2009, 01:57:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"You took quite a fall Arrow,"</strong> Veidt says while watching Arrow holding his abdomen, <strong>"If you were an ordinary man you would have most likely died or would have permanently injured.  But you are not Arrow, due to that and the fact that I have been keeping an eye on you managed to allow me to save your life with little to no collateral damage to you.  It doesn't take the world's smartest man to know of your importance Arrow.  You have been hunting down offenders of the Keenes Act correct?  If that is so, I would like to help you out."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Arrow liked the image of Veidt:  handsome billionaire playboy with a checkered crime-fighting career.  Any young man would.  The limitless flow of cash, the harems of women.  He had read somewhere that Veidt owned Club 54 and hung out with Ziggy Stardust himself.  But Arrow took an immediate dislike towards Veidt upon first seeing him.  He was a cheeky, well-to-do yank, dressed to excess, an icon of the 80s.  Cristobal felt gipped, as if Veidt couldn't possibly be Ozymandias.  No, the guy who stood in front of him was just a nerd with too much money.<br/><br/>"No offense to you, Mr. Veidt," Arrow said,  "but your manipulation skills come straight from a textbook.  First, you probably know that I'm not extra-normal.  Using samples of my blood, you can probably gauge how old I am, and you've extrapolated from all that information an accurate psychological profile.  You're courting my feelings of insecurity to create a connection between us."<br/><br/>Arrow slowly sat up by swinging his legs over the lab table, his head lowered.  He then lifted his eyes slowly towards Veidt, assessing him while he was becoming adjusted to the idea of sitting up.<br/><br/>"It ain't going to work," Arrow said.   "The CIA sent me to a mesmerist to increase my resistance to psychological and mental attacks."<br/><br/>During his first visit, the young hero had been utterly terrified of Medea because he couldn't get his thoughts in order prior to his visit with her.  One can't ever quite think normal thoughts around telepaths.  He was certain that Medea thought him to be an adolescent pervert, a homosexual, an incestual mother lover and a murderer.  That is, at least that's what Arrow thought.  Arrow assumed that Medea was a telepath, but he didn't really know what she could do.<br/><br/>At that instant, Arrow thought it was funny to suddenly recall Medea, since she was someone whom he desperately wanted to forget about.  The idea that people like Medea existed freaked him out.<br/><br/>"Yes.  I am hunting down a certain cape.  You already knew that, though, didn't you?  So I wonder why you would be so willing to help me.  ... But we both know the truth, don't we, Mr. Veidt?  You wouldn't be helping me.  I would be helping you.  That's how rich guys get ahead in life, isn't it?"<br/><br/>Arrow was evidently stalling.<br/><br/>"What, Rorschach steal your girlfriend or something?"