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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! )
sparring
I'm willing to be your partner, if you'd like to spar for a while. Bare handed or with weapons?
no subject
to diana's question, kara only offers: ) No weapons. I think... I think I'd rather just my hands.
( she remembers diana. of course she does. how could she not? )
no subject
Hands, then. Best of three? Or do you think you have more stamina than that, Kara?
no subject
( though it's come at a terrible price, it seems kara's kryptonian cockiness might be taken down a notch these days. )
no subject
Ready when you are, then. It'll be my pleasure.
no subject
the first round, for a few minutes at least, goes okay. she manages to evade the more obvious hits; a flash of light across the way distracts her, and the back of diana's hand makes contact with her chest, sturdy and strong. )
... ow!
( well, yeah, kara. getting punched hurts. who'd have thought? )
no subject
Come now, Kara, you can do better than this! I've seen you fight before.
no subject
it hurts, and maybe that's the strangest part of all. in her weakened state, still recovering from her fight with worldkiller, kara's kryptonian superstrength seems to be sapped from her bones. it's as if she's low on battery. )
I don't know what's wrong with me.
no subject
( Diana stops then, kneeling down beside her. She considers Kara a friend even if they haven’t spoken all that often and she doesn’t want to see her hurt - especially not by her own hand. )
I am sorry, Kara. I thought you were still at strength and could match me. It wasn’t my intent to hurt you. I hope you know that.
no subject
I'll be okay. I think I just — ( a grimace as she pulls herself to her feet, mouth pulled taut to hold back a groan ) — I should probably take it easy. At least for a little while.
no subject
I think we should hold off on sparring and have a cup of tea. Do you think so?