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[wingedwarrior]

Characters: Shayera Hol, and anyone who runs into her!
Date: June 23rd
Location: she'll start off in the Earth Sector, but she'll wander to the other sectors throughout the day.
Situation: her arrival on the turtle!
Warnings/Rating: it's Shayera, so don't expect her to be too friendly. other than that, not really expecting anything too severe.

[Honestly, Shayera had been in worse situations. Like the Thangarian invasion, or the Cadmus Crisis, and countless other that would no doubt take too long to list. But most of those incidents, she chose to get involved in. This one? Not so much. If the "Emperor" had asked and given her a good reason to come, she might have agreed.

But no, they dragged her here, most likely while she was sleeping, and so far, no way of getting back to Earth. Needless to say, she didn't feel like playing along. Sure, she'd at least go to her apartment in the Earth Sector and check out the room they gave her. Well, at least it's got plenty of room for her to stretch her wings. But after spending a little time in her room, she explores more around the Earth Sector, trying to ask people for a possible way out, or even more information about the place.

Once she's gotten her bearings in the Earth Sector, she flies over to the other sectors, moving onto the Fire, Wood, Water, and Metal Sectors in that order. Expect her overall demeanor to be frustrated, muttering curses under her breath occasionally.] If I see those guys again, I'll take my mace, and shove it up their-- [She cuts herself off, since people are starting to give her looks. Of course, her scowl isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Approach at your own risk.] I dare this day to try and get worse.

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wood sector;

[imaginate]

[He's spending time away from the city - away from people - as much as he can. Wood Sector's the perfect place for that. The forests make sure he's aware of anyone coming, and he can blend in and wait for them to pass. The power loss means nobody's flying that high either, and anyway, they wouldn't come this way.]

[So it comes as utter surprise, as he's making his way across a field with a few trees, that he sees a winged shadow and looks up -- well. That. That sure is a Thanagarian, and the ring confirms it. He's been spotted, probably, so he doesn't crouch, he merely... waits, to see what she'll do. He might not be wearing his uniform (and the bow and arrow don't exactly scream person of interest), but there's no mistaking a green power ring as he shields his eyes from the sun to get a better look.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Luckily for Shayera, she's exactly the person who goes where most people don't. And when she sees the lone figure walking through the field, she stops in mid-flight to get a good look at him. Wait, was that a green power ring? Like the one John wore? She immediately lands, jogging toward the stranger.] Hey, you! You're a Green Lantern, right?

[imaginate]

[Definitely Thanagarian, now that he could see the mace clearly. Probably from before the war, judging by how cordially he was being greeted, and most importantly, not addressed by name.]

Yes'm. [I'm off-duty for moping doesn't even cross his mind. Somebody might need him.] Kyle Rayner, atcher service.

[wingedwarrior]

[... okay, so she's dealing with a kid. She'd judge, if not for the whole thing about Stargirl being in the League. Man, those Guardians will hire just about anyone, she thinks. But the name... it sounds familiar. Maybe John mentioned it once?] Shayera Hol, Justice League. You know a guy named John Stewart?

[imaginate]

[That gets a curious tilt of the head. The name's familiar and shouldn't she be in the JSA? Whatever. Honestly this alternate universe crap was getting to him.]

[And then she mentions John and Kyle's expression lights up. His teacher. His friend. His brother - not the one who's just left, but the other half of him, who anchors him. His voice fills with warmth.]

Yeah, I do. Friend of yours?

Water Sector - the suites

[raptorcanaria]

[Dinah doesn't much mind having a hole in her roof. It's not a big hole, and hasn't really rained yet, and she's sure it will get fixed eventually.

It does mean that she notices a shadow passing over her in the middle of her exercise routine, which results in her hurrying outside to see who's flying around.

When she sees a pair of wings and a mace on the silhouette, she tries to whistle - and fails, because apparently that's a skill she never learned to do without powers - and waves instead.]

Hawkgirl!

[She can't make out Kendra's face from down here, but who else could it be?]

[wingedwarrior]

[She stops dead in flight as soon as her former codename reaches her ears, and boy does she want to yell at whoever called her that. She turns around with a glare at the ready to see... Black Canary? She never personally worked with her, but she's seen her hanging around Green Arrow plenty. She turns around to land gently on the roof, still glaring slightly because she thought she made it clear to the League she was just Shayera.] It's just Shayera, Black Canary, remember? I dropped "Hawkgirl" ages ago.

[Though this Canary looks... a little different?]

[raptorcanaria]

[It might be the dyed hair rather than the wig, although it might not be, because even when Dinah wore a wig, it was a fairly realistic one.

She stops smiling when she sees the expression on Shayera's face and apologizes immediately.]

I'm sorry. I actually thought you were someone else. Won't happen again.

[Obviously not even Kendra. But she doesn't look like Shiera, either.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Yeah, this Canary is definitely different from hers, but she's still a teammate. Her scowl is gone, her face looking a bit more pleasant.] It's okay, accidents happen. And you seem to know me. Or, probably a different "version" of me.

water sector;

[duelkatana]

[Evenings in the Water Sector are quiet - it's one of the most tranquil sectors in Keeliai on a busy day, and by the time the sun begins setting, shops are closing down and sleepy kedan are retiring to their homes.]

[If there's a single thing Leo likes about this place, it's that. When his head isn't clear, it's easier than it's ever been to find a starting point and run - no city lights, no wailing sirens, no screeching tires. Just him and the rooftops. Sometimes he misses it all, really; it's home. But for a temporary situation, the silence isn't an unwelcome change.]

[It's precisely the fact that the Water Sector is so quiet that alarms Leo when he suddenly catches a shadow soaring over the rooftops. He glances skyward, and his heart drops when he sees the silhouetted figure of a winged humanoid passing overhead.]

[An avian? Here?]

[Yeah, no. He never expected to see one on Tu Vishan of all places, but last he checked, letting those guys fly around on the surface was a bad idea. Leonardo immediately abandons his rooftop running and begins tailing the figure, doing his best to stick to the shadows while keeping up with the avian's blazing speed.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Shayera was trying to pay attention to her surroundings, but there was so much new stuff that it was hard to keep focus on what she really needed to. That being Leo is doing right now. She had to be prepared that people wouldn't like a hawk-like human flying around. So, for now, she'll take to the ground instead.

Although she wasn't at her peak right now, she couldn't shake the feeling she was being followed. It might be paranoia, what with her not trusting anyone at the moment, so she'll choose to keep quiet for the time being. Her hand is staying firmly on her mace, however.

[duelkatana]

[Keeping up with an airborne target is always tiring; Leo hasn't had to run this hard in a long while, and even worse, he's going to run out of rooftops soon. If he's forced out into the open and gets spotted, he's at a huge disadvantage.]

[Luckily, the avian - for whatever reason - decides to go groundside shortly thereafter. He instantly starts cataloging details: female, young, and armed. And she knows she's being followed. Either she's got excellent intuition or he slipped up, but either way, she doesn't seem to know where he is. That puts him at the advantage.]

[It's one he isn't willing to act on quite yet. He still has no idea what she's doing out here, or if her suspicion that she's being followed will affect her next move. For now, he continues to silently follow behind.]

[wingedwarrior]

[The nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach hadn't subsided in the least. She could handle it if they jumped out and attacked her, but she'd rather not take the risk of starting a fight with an unknown assailant in this place. She stops in her tracks, only turning her head behind to speak at the night.] If anyone's out there, you can come out now.

[... she says while keeping a firm grip on her mace. A girl needs protection.]

Fire Sector

[notdreaming]

[ Now that Kara actually has to sleep at night and eat during the day, she spends as much time out of doors as she can. She had gotten used to idling her time away, and now her days feel almost painfully short. Worse, when she isn't working at the lab she feels useless.

Honestly, the sight of wings is something of a relief. It means someone new is here, somebody Kara can probably talk to. That and she wonders if the stranger's ability to fly is hampered like Kara's is, given that she clearly has wings and Kara does not.

She hesitates when she realizes how angry the woman is, but, well, the suit her father gave her should offer some protection in addition to being nostalgic. ]

Um, hello! Are you having some trouble?

[wingedwarrior]

[She glances to Kara upon hearing the question, and seeing the "S" makes her stop in place. It was... different from what she usually wears, but she looks pretty much the same. Kara didn't seem to know her, either, so suddenly saying she knew her might be too much right now. That, and Shayera spoke to her maybe once or twice in passing.] Trouble finding a way out of here, mostly.

[notdreaming]

[ Kara doesn't notice any recognition, though she does see the glance at her family's crest. It isn't uncommon for her to run into people who are familiar with her cousin. ]

As far as anyone has been able to tell, there isn't one. [ Though she's adopted this place as her new home, she isn't unsympathetic. She remembers the feeling of wanting to get out, to go home. How could she forget? ]

If it's not rude to ask, are you able to fly? There's a barrier over the turtle that could badly hurt you if you run into it.

[wingedwarrior]

Great. Just my luck. [She doesn't have time for a pit stop, there's a world that might need her help.]

Yeah. I was flying earlier, but I thought it might be good to stay on the ground for a while. But a barrier, huh? [She looks up toward the sky, curiously.] They keeping something out? Or us in?

metal sector, late night because bat reasons?

[cowled]

[There's being immersed in one's work, and then there's what Batman does in a time of crisis. He sinks into the mantle of the bat, shuts out any relationship that isn't strictly professional. He lives and breathes the mission, 'Bruce Wayne' becomes a whisper, a memory. A non-essential function, shut down to preserve the integrity of the fundamental existence of the mission.

With Cassandra and Stephanie gone, he adapts. His hours get longer, his workload heavier. Delegation never was a prominent word in his vocabulary, and it's almost too easy to cut himself off from outside assistance or contact.

He's perched on one of the higher buildings in the Metal Sector, senses alert. Listening. Learning. This place isn't Gotham, but Bruce has been here now nearly a year, and he knows it nearly as well. It's no longer a hindrance, he's no longer fighting blind. He's just fighting, period.

Even in the moments of comparative peace that Keeliai enjoys, Bruce has never been able to relax, or to entertain the idea of that peace becoming anything more than a temporary lull. That sense is sharpened and heightened when he hears the distant sound of wings. The time between beats suggests a span far outstripping any of the local fauna, and Bruce stills automatically, scanning the skies.

When he sees her, his eyes narrow briefly. Thanagarian. Armed. (Nth metal?) and flying under what is presumably her own power, given that there doesn't seem to be an apparatus for her wings. She's a block away, moving away from him, and after a moment he follows, silent as a shadow.

He's neutral on the matter of Thanagarians as a general rule. They tend to stay out of Gotham, and though he's met several of them (and worked with the Halls, and the others that have served under the Hawkman/Hawkgirl or -woman codenames) enough to form an opinion of them as individuals, he doesn't care for them as a whole. Their wars are not his wars.

But if she's truly carrying nth metal--

Hn.

He stalks her across the rooftops, but has no intention of revealing himself to her without due cause. If she's any kind of warrior, odds are she might notice him first.]

always bat reasons

[wingedwarrior]

[It's already been one hell of a day for Shayera, and honestly, a good decision for her right now would be to go back to her apartment and get at least a little rest. But she still had more of the turtle to explore, and she'd rather not stay in an area she was unfamiliar with.

It may have been pretty late as it was, but this was better for her. Now she didn't have people staring at her as she flew by, giving her looks, or pointing. It was quieter, too, so she could think a little clearer now, process everything she learned today a little more.

On a giant living turtle. Different universes. Powers weakened. No way out. Been attacked before. There was plenty more, but that was just what she remember off of the top of her head. She'd write all of it down and more properly once she got to the apartment, but she wants to take a look around the last sector before returning to the Earth Sector. She'd been keeping a good eye on her surroundings thus far, glancing around the area if she heard something or thought something moved. Of course, Batman is in a whole other league, so it's always been harder for her to know if he's hiding nearby.

For now, Shayera is blissfully unaware as she lands, choosing to walk more around the industrial area, though that mace is staying at her side.]

[cowled]

[He doesn't drop down to follow her, instead he skirts through the skeletons of half-finished buildings, grappling to girders he knows to be secure (although it's getting harder to pinpoint, given the decay) and landing silently well above her.

Still, despite the fact he'd been through here only hours before and catalogued the structures succumbing to decay, there's already been a shift. He steps on one beam and it creaks ominously. His lips quirk down into a scowl and he melts backwards into the shadows.]

[wingedwarrior]

[Shayera stiffens as the noise reverberates through the street, and a hand cautiously goes to her mace. She doesn't pick it up quite yet, simply remaining sharp and alert just in case. She does a half turn to glance back, get a good look and see if anyone is there. And frankly, at the moment, she's had enough stalking for one night.] Is someone there?

water sector; the latest tag sob

[relentlesstide]

[Despite feeling terrible from closed gills and suddenly human-like skin (that does not take well to seawater, he has some very itchy looking patches on his neck and cheek), he and Mera still need to eat, and with Mera mostly staying on the couch and feeling miserable, Arthur is the one who goes shopping. They've got some fish in the freezer, but with different metabolisms suddenly, he wants to make sure they're getting what they need, so he's out in Water Sector in the markets, in full orange scales and finned green pants, a glittering gold trident across his back.

When he notices someone very agitated, with wings that seem familiar, he pauses, frowning.] Hawkgirl? [He hasn't seen her since Brightest Day, since Carter had a breakdown when Kendra didn't return from her wind elemental state.]

nah, you're fine

[wingedwarrior]

[The food around here certainly didn't seem to differ too much from what she saw on Earth, so that was a small comfort. At least she could survive, though if the need arose she could hunt.

But if there's one thing that can get her attention, it's that name. Her fist clenched just hearing it, and she shot a look in the direction it came from.] I don't go by Hawkgirl anymore, Aquaman. Just Shayera.

[But, like with Dinah, there's a few things different about him.] I didn't know you were here, too. With one heck of a trim, too.

[relentlesstide]

[...Well, okay. Not Hawkgirl, then. He's mildly confused because wasn't the one he remembers named something else? Who can keep track of these things. He barely pays attention to the surface, much less the skies, preferring to focus his attention on the sea.]

Shayera, then. [Yeah, something is definitely different here. He's trying to place which other timeline she might be from, because he's not entirely sure she's from his, since she seems familiar with him. Him with longer hair?] I've been here for a few months already. I take it you remember me with longer hair? I went back to my original look not too long ago. [Long story there. "Hi, I died, became a zombie, and then when I woke up alive again my mane and beard were gone." Also look who also has both hands!]

[wingedwarrior]

[Yeah, the two hands thing? It has her attention because she distinctly remembers you had to cut it off to save your son. But oh well, different timelines, she doesn't have the patience to think them out right now.] Last I saw, you looked like a dog with all that hair on you. [Now for the heavy hitter.] As well a hook for a left hand. [PRETTY DAMN SURE YOU'RE NOT HER AQUAMAN ABOUT NOW.]