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( open ) ✘ ❝ i know my call ❞
CHARACTERS: kara zor-el & you.
LOCATIONS: around the city.
WARNINGS: physical violence, angst, general Good Times™
NOTE: forward-dated. spoilers up to supergirl 3.09
SUMMARY: as of january 5, kara's come back from her canon update, and she's ready to ... not be here, mostly.
✘ arrival & arrangements.
LOCATIONS: around the city.
WARNINGS: physical violence, angst, general Good Times™
NOTE: forward-dated. spoilers up to supergirl 3.09
SUMMARY: as of january 5, kara's come back from her canon update, and she's ready to ... not be here, mostly.
✘ arrival & arrangements.
( her arrival is... sudden, for lack of a better word. she arrives as swiftly as she'd fallen, blood and bruises still prominent even after the city's administration checks her in. no, she tells them, i want to remember. if she must be here, if she must come back, she wants to be herself.✘ the sky & the sea.
they offer her the belongings she'd left in their trust — things like her keys, filled with access to everything from the off-site townhome she'd registered with someone else to the back door of a business she barely remembers — but she declines them all. instead, kara quietly accepts a temporary assignment in the alpha building, a room they promise she'll find particularly comfortable on the top floor.
is it comfortable? perhaps it could be, if she wanted comfort. but all kara zor-el can ask for is the one thing she cannot have just yet: peace, brought by the knowledge that what horror she's left behind to flourish in her absence has finally been silenced, and that will not happen until she earns her piece here.
charity, they tell her, or intimate kindness. the idea of being intimate with anyone feels impossible. so here she is, lingering in the hallway of the volunteer center, looking considerably worse for wear, trademark glasses and librarian get-up traded in for dark slacks and a deo-issued grey sweater. )
I'd like to volunteer, please. Somewhere quiet.
( in the middle of the night, the sky is milky black and shimmering from the echoes of the stars dotted across; every so often, the occasional speck of a plane or a light in the distance breaks the scene. if you look closely, though, there's more than just clouds and birds and metal in the sky — there's the faint outline of a girl, too, a blur of colors floating in the distance, the outline of fabric fluttering in the breeze. it's neither a bird nor a plane, however; it's just kara, aimlessly drifting over the city.✘ of fists & fangs.
from the ground, it might be hard to tell exactly who's up there, but if you've got a higher vantage point — like the high floors of a building, or your own capabilities for flight — you might be able to recognize the shape of the girl afloat, though said shape might be the only thing recognizable. instead of her librarian chic getup or the bright colors of her supergirl cape and boots, kara's dressed a bit... less formally.
warm grey cotton, varying shades from head to toe, might not indicate her current state, but the gentle close of her eyes just might. her hands dangle from her side as she floats, the night breeze carrying her to and fro as she slumbers. sleepflying. it's a thing. maybe you'll care to wake her, or to listen as she murmurs in her sleep. )
... the book of Rao... the symbols... please don't...
( sucker punch, with its dim lighting and the inexplicable coating of dust that seems to settle in everything, is not the sort of place you'd expect to find sunshine incarnate kara danvers. really, it's not even the sort of place you'd expect to hear about her, let alone run into her face-to-face. but if you happen to go in on just the right day, at precisely the right time, you might just find her there.✘ free spaces & wildcards.
to be entirely fair, it's not exactly kara danvers, human ray of sunshine, who finds herself settled inside the ring. no, the slim, quiet girl with the echoes of bruising across her cheekbones hardly seems a fair comparison to the chipper sweetheart that had left this city just a week ago.
there's a quiet intensity to her now, intent in each strike of fist against the reinforced metal she's hung in place of a punching bag, resolve in each low exhale of breath as she attempts each move in her memory.
when the metal finally gives way, she lingers near the ropes of the boxing ring, blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and her everyday attire exchanged for a rather cozy-looking sweatpants and t-shirt combo, looking more like a skittish potential fighter than a girl who could knock out the hulk with a good right hook. it might be easier to practice there. it's only this knowledge that has her turning to the next person who crosses her path, to murmur: )
I need a sparring partner.
( for convenience's sake, i've drawn up a few starters! however, anyone who knows her might notice she's not been at any of her usual hangouts — home, criminales, the alluring warmth of wok and roll on unlimited potstickers day, and so on. feel free to call her out on it, or alternatively, if you fancy a chance meeting with the girl formerly known as kara danvers, by all means, have at it.
feel free to pm me or hit me up atsemicolons if you want to hash something out in advance, though! )
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kara's here. i think you need to come by. now.
it doesn't matter how cold it is outside right now. doesn't matter that he'd been in the middle of training a new csi. all that mattered at that moment had been all that'd gone unsaid. had been the idea that kara was back, and he'd had to find out from someone else.
skidding to a halt at the entrance to the center, barry wastes no time in locating her. in speeding to her side, his grin disappearing completely as he starts to take it all in. to start cataloging her injuries. to try and work out what happened to her.]
...Kara?
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clinic stuff
Today, it's a name she's never seen in her bookings - Kara Zor-El. They might have crossed paths, but she's definitely never been to the hospital before. Nevertheless, since there's nothing much of note on the booking, Claire preps the room for most eventualities, from pregnancy tests to suture kits, just in case. Sometimes, she'll have some information about the reason behind the appointment, but. Today is not the case.
She opens the door at 10am on the dot, looking out into the corridor. ]
Miss Zor-El? Come on in. We haven't met - I'm Claire Temple.
[ She talks as she moves around the room, gesturing for the cot in the middle of the room. She's picking up cotton swabs and the aforementioned suture kit immediately, frowning at the state of the girl in front of her. ]
Why did you not come to the ER? This looks nasty.
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the sky & the sea
He isn't really thinking about anything in particular, mostly just a passing concern for Kara, wondering what this woman or that — he's met many and shown interest in a few — is doing or who she might be with if she isn't alone; wondering whether his wish is coming true and Cora continues to be safe and happy down in South America or whether she misses him sometimes. He tends to allow stream of conscious thoughts to just take over his mind when he's trying to let it settle. For whatever reason, being out in the cold, fresh air has a convenient tendency to quiet the thoughts and relax him enough to try to sleep.
Derek is largely zoned out with that process, legs dangling over the edge of the building as he sits on the ledge, leaning back against his arms, hands set against the roof comfortably, but a soft female voice in the distance catches his attention, distracting him. He hadn't really been listening, but the mutterings caught him and he starts to listen, looking reflexively around at the other rooftops because she sounds like she's at least in the general vicinity, somewhere. What he does not expect to see is the shape of a woman floating in the sky near the Alpha Building, limp and lifeless except that in the otherwise silent air of the night, he can hear a heartbeat. It's slow and steady...it sounds like she's sleeping.
All of that is weird, sure, and Derek isn't actually planning on paying it a whole lot of attention just because the heartbeat suggests a relaxed state, but the breeze kicks up and he catches a familiar scent on it belatedly. That's Kara's scent and Derek moves, getting to his feet, listening harder to see if he can hear the voice again; to see if he can identify it as his friend's. When he does and he's sure that it sounds like her, he does the only thing he can think to do from where he is right now, more reflex than anything else. His chin lifts and his eyes glow a bright, icy blue as he takes in a deep breath to precede it.
She's pack, whether she realizes it or not. So he howls for her. ]
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the sky & the sea
And stop, the ball dissolving as he squints. Is that a shape in the sky? Is that a person up there? His eyes flare blue with a vision-enhancing spell and he gasps and immediately casts out a long ribbon of magic. It's Kara, and the way her head is lolling to one side...well, he hates to consider it, but she might be possessed. He'll get her down first, that's key, he doesn't want her demon leaving her to drop.
Anyone watching would see Magnus hauling on that rope of shimmering light, pulling Kara down one arm-length at a time until she's finally within his grasp. With a flourish, he dispels the rope and in the same gesture conjures wards, but then he gets a better look at her. She looks asleep, not possessed, though the floating is still worrisome. He has to guide her to lie down on the rooftop instead of simply laying her down, but he banishes the wards. If he's right, they won't be needed. If he's wrong, well. He has good reflexes.]
Kara...? Kara, cupcake, wake up.
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gonna wildcard this
Kara?
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she's good at red tape.
which is how she finds kara's new housing assignment and marches her ass to the top floor of the alpha building and knocks on the door with determined purpose. ]
Kara, it's Thea.
[ she won't threatening to breakdown the door but it's close, it's on the tip of her tongue. ]
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sparring
I'm willing to be your partner, if you'd like to spar for a while. Bare handed or with weapons?
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