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OPEN | ❝Give me a pen, I'm rewriting another ending❞
Who; Sara Lance (CRAU) arrives in town.
What; Arrival, figuring out what's what, and looking for friends who aren't here.
Where; Various!
When; Backdating a start to 5/15, including the few days after up to currentish day.
Warnings; In subject lines as needed. (It's also Sara, so mildish swearing-type language is a given, if that warrants a warning.)
01 — ❝ But the arrow hit me right where heart is ❞
02 — ❝ I guess I'm mastering the art of starting over ❞
03 — ❝ New beginnings can be lonely; thank god I got me to hold me ❞
04 — ❝ I let the darkness; I let the darkness out ❞
What; Arrival, figuring out what's what, and looking for friends who aren't here.
Where; Various!
When; Backdating a start to 5/15, including the few days after up to currentish day.
Warnings; In subject lines as needed. (It's also Sara, so mildish swearing-type language is a given, if that warrants a warning.)
01 — ❝ But the arrow hit me right where heart is ❞
Sara is new to town, but not new to getting flung around the multiverse like a dog chew toy. She scopes out the residential area once she's brought there and finds the key in the bag with a color that was very ... matching of the bag and phone.
“Heh. I wonder what the grey says about me.” The comment is dry and mostly to herself. She's sure it's a multiversal roast of some personal kind. A gloomy personality (which she doesn't have), maybe her trend of being an embodiment of death or around it, her life in the shadows.
She doesn't have a lot on her, but she drops her scarf (though its function for her is an aerial silk) off in her assigned room and shrugs off the jacket that's over her suit. She'll probably stand out a little less without it, though her all white uniform that's very clearly a superhero outfit isn't exactly 'casual Friday at the office' wear. Fuck it. Time to get a higher view of the place here, which means, well, to the rooftop she goes.
02 — ❝ I guess I'm mastering the art of starting over ❞
Her trips through the multiverse — and before that, her trips through time as the captain of a time ship in her original universe — have given her some metahuman powers. Most of them were because some power that be out there thought they were hilarious, so she wound up with a sonic scream, the ability to shapeshift into a canary, and the ability to manipulate metals and magnetism. It's the first one that she's going to utilize now, while she's on the roof of her residential building; of any of her friends from her last world are here, they'll know it's her when they hear it. Like a bat signal, but cooler.
One doesn't need enhanced hearing to hear the piercing sound echoing through a swathe of the town. She doesn't make it long enough to shatter windows and the like, but just enough to get her point across; she goes in a few short bursts at that pitch, five seconds of scream with half or equal time of a rest of silence before repeating.
For anyone who did hear it and had no idea what it was, an investigation into the sound will lead them to a woman on a rooftop. Eventually, after a few moments, she'll stop.
03 — ❝ New beginnings can be lonely; thank god I got me to hold me ❞
Over the next few days, Sara concludes that none of her friends from the past world are here, despite her efforts to keep her eyes and metahuman senses peeled. Her next few days are dedicated to learning the layout of the town, especially via routes of alleys and rooftops.
The harbor reminds her of an amalgam of a couple of districts in the City she was in, and she idly wonders if the likes of Cthulhu lives in these waters too, waiting to be disturbed into awakening. She shudders slightly as she pokes around, assessing the state of the buildings and ships here — spoiler alert, she thinks to herself, the state is not great.
Other explorations take her into the maze of the sewers. Her batons are locked together to make a single staff, which she uses sometimes like a (bad) pole vaulter, or to swat away some big ass creatures that get a little too close. The dire rats prove to be more of a whack-a-mole contest, as even her dexterity and speed proves to not be as successful as she's used to it being.
04 — ❝ I let the darkness; I let the darkness out ❞
(TELL PHONE / NETWORK / TEXT)
If someone can assure me that this city doesn't feed off of our emotions and sins, I would be so happy I could make out with you. I mean figuratively, not literally. Unless you're into that sort of thing.
[ Sara, no.
Sara, yes. ]
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01
But then again, he hadn't expected anyone else to take to the rooftops. He knew most of the others here, if by only sight, and his crimson eyes narrowed at her.
"I don't know you."
His people skills could use some work.
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“You been here a while? In this ...city, I mean.”
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She had identified herself, though, and so he gave a curt nod. "Vincent." He didn't speak again for a moment, and it seemed like he might not, until, "Do you come to rooftops often?"
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But he needed to know what it was first, and that much the kid could do on his own. He was sneaky, after all, and he wasn’t too eager to rely on the other people in this world if he didn’t have to. So up he went, quietly ascending the stairs and out the access door to get to the rooftop. Normally the roof was one of his favourite places to hang out, but now he was a little nervous about what he’d find there.
It was a weird mixture of relief and curiosity when he discovered a blond woman there instead of some strange creature. Not that it made him any less wary, as he crept around the door and kept to the shadows to see if she would keep making that sound or do something else.
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While not a superhuman sense, there's that inherent human fifth-and-a-half sense of feeling slightly off if you feel someone lurking nearby just out of vision's reach. That not-quite-prickle makes her turn her head slightly towards the direction where Mono would probably be.
“I don't bite, I'm just weird, promise.” She calls in light and dry humor to what she thinks is probably actually nothing as soon as she says it.
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That aside, she did promise to not bite… That had to count for something, right? So he edged a little closer, moving out of the shadows and into the dim light. “Lots of people here are weird, I think that’s kinda normal.” He commented, bag rustling lightly as he tilted his head. Mono was still keeping his distance, just in case she was lying about the not biting thing.
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As far as I have experienced, it does not feed off of such things. And what does 'make out' mean?
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But, okay, thank god, because whew I was not a fan of that in the last city, so a new schtick will be nice change of pace. And making out is essentially a lot of kissing and groping. AKA: what teenagers do in halls of their high schools instead of going to class a lot of times, can confirm as a former teenager in high school.
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With a sigh Nida had climbed back down and minutes later he was lifting himself over the edge of the gray building roof and sitting on the edge there.
"Listen," he said as he settled in, "if you keep that up, I'm going to go on my gurad shift early and book you for disturbing the peace."
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"Well, I would ask that you avoid repeating that. My senses are normally beyond the limits of most people, and that? I wanted to knock myself out cold to avoid it. Not everyone here is human, so it could be bad for them too. But... But I hope you find your friends."
He really does. People shouldn't be here alone.