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Kara Danvers ([personal profile] iisupergirlii) wrote in [community profile] theianlogs2017-10-01 08:22 am

[open] Scooping Up the Field Mice and Bopping Them on the Head!

Who: Supergirl and you!
When: Sometime between September 17th and the 30th. If you want to specify a certain date, go ahead. If you don't need/want to specify, let's just assume each interaction happens on a different night, for neatness sake.
Where: In the streets of Theia........... at night
What: Monster Mash!
Warnings: Lots of blood and gooey bits, I imagine

[ooc: feel free to try and stop her, or join her, or try to make things harder for her/entice more monsters to jump her at once.]

Whenever the sun set, Kara had heard the growls and click of claws just like anyone else when they arrived at Theia. Since escaping was proving more... challenging than she wanted to let on, Kara has spent most of her time at night patrolling, making sure people are inside behind locked doors whenever possible, but not really encountering anything that could be lurking beneath.

But she can't be satisfied with that, not when the stupid little app keeps popping up with reminders that she has an unfinished task! Hey! Reminder over here! And not when she doesn't have any more answers than she did when she first got to this place. She's got to get these people back to their homes, safely, and until she can do that, she has to protect them here, and to do that, she has to figure out who's in control.

And it's not like she can brute force her way into the big magic house of magic or anything. Her injuries had healed from that eventually, and she's not eager to try again. But, apparently if she eliminates enough monsters, whatever they might be, she can just... walk right into the house. Isn't that grand? That's grand.

Which brings her to tonight, out on the streets, cape attached to a poorly stitched up (but stitched up!) super suit. The sun is fully set, a crescent moon not providing nearly enough light for Kara's liking. And there's several low, menacing growls rumbling in the dark around her.

"All right, this is going to be just... peachy," she whispers to herself before clearing her throat and saying louder, "Here, monster monster monster. Come out and let's... get this over with!"
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[personal profile] saltysanta 2017-10-08 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure." Noël agrees flatly. He's not buying it for a minute, even if they probably damn well should be afraid; he's not entirely convinced these monsters are capable of fear. That's a dangerous mix when they have the clear number advantage most of the time, and are sometimes smart enough to employ swarm tactics.

Noël rubs his face and squints at the screen, sighing in exasperation. "You would sign up for something like this. It doesn't even say how much you're supposed to do before it's considered complete, and you probably won't make a dent in the population no matter how many you kill." Who knows how many thousands of monsters there are, after all?

More importantly to him, who knows why he's even sticking his neck out for Kara for no good reason, except that she'd done the same for him? Even if the effort had gone..... more than a little south, she'd obviously meant well. "If you're really set on doing this, give me a minute to get dressed, and I'll come down."
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[personal profile] saltysanta 2017-10-09 01:33 am (UTC)(link)

"I'm not going to just go back to sleep with a brawl in full swing outside my window. And if I'm awake, I may as well do something. You're not the only one who makes a living protecting people."

He pulls off his nightcap to show ruffled dark hair, smiling wryly; sorry, Kara, he's rejecting your suggestion out of hand. "You're not my normal partner, but I'm sure we'll be able to manage somehow."

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[personal profile] saltysanta 2017-10-09 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Who?" Noël raises an eyebrow in question, utterly uncomprehending--sorry, Kara, but your joke is a good eight decades or so too late for him to understand, bare minimum. "My partner is named Rudolph." That's right, Rudolph the Reindeer. Probably her second guess, right? But who would ever expect cultural icons like them to fight?

Well..... if she insists, he supposes he can oblige her. It's not like it makes much difference to him. In fact, he might actually be able to manage better from a vantage point like this, having a bird's eye view of the battlefield. "Fine, have it your way. I can probably snipe just as well from a window as on the street, anyway."
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[personal profile] saltysanta 2017-10-16 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
By the time Kara floats back up, Noël has fetched his cane; he can't do anything to help while he's unarmed, after all. It's changing in his hands, though, crystalline light twinkling around it like sunlight glittering on freshly fallen snow--instead of a gaudily candy cane-striped cane that a gentleman might carry, it's becoming a more proper staff now, long and black, a shining silver orb nestled within prongs that frame it almost like a spear. "Frankly, I don't care what you asked me. If it's not Christmas, I don't have to do requests--I just have to do my job."

He points his staff out the window to aim below and past Kara, breath steaming in air that turns momentarily frigid with a surge of power; this is why he usually fights dressed so warmly. "Silver mirror."

All at once, a sheen of ice rolls out over the street, perfectly smooth and slick--for someone like Kara, who can simply stay airborne, the change is probably completely inconsequential. For land-bound monsters like the ones they're going to be facing, though? If they can't gain any traction, then they can't gain any leverage, which means bringing their strength to bear will be nearly impossible. They may not even be able to navigate on it at all; mobility under such slippery conditions is a struggle at best. If the strategic advantage is as decisive as he hopes, then as long as Kara can stay in the air, this fight should be like shooting fish in a barrel.