[center][h1] Serene, the Rockwoman [/h1][/center]

[i]January 7th, 9:00 PM[/i]
[i]New York City, Central Park[/i]

There was a gentle breeze moving the leaves overhead, the moon already high in the sky. Central Park was quiet, at least deep in its depths. There, amid a few trees, was tucked a small camp, a hammock strung up between two trees, and a few items below it that were for other purposes. One of which was meant to alert the hammock's occupant if anyone tripped motion detectors hidden around the site. It was best to be safe, just incase in this world, the city police didn't take kindly to anyone camping out under the stars in the public space.

All things considered, the past two days had been productive. Serene had arrived in New York City sooner than expected, as the weather was good, the roads were okay, and she had means for rough terrain if needed. Well more like the bike could handle such. Which had been the night of the 5th. She'd struck camp that night in Central Park, having to move once when someone got too close, probably a late night walker or a homeless person, to a hopefully more secluded area. There were a number of reasons why she was camping. The first was that it was "free," even if probably of a questionable legality, the second that it was just the sensation of being under open skies that somehow soothed her alongside nature sounds, the third was...Serene lacked American currency. Well, not currency from this world's US Mint. She probably had plenty of American Dollars from various worlds in her ship, but until she was able to sort out a proper source of income, actual housing in any of her destinations would be tricky. That and well, she just found it easier to get away if in the open. Rather than underground.

The Sixth had been her day of getting to explore the city's nooks and crannies, learning about various locations of interest. Feeling her way around. Plus trying to find a way into the city's sewers or better, abandoned subways. All of this had turned up enough information to warrant her wanting to spend more than a day in the city. The seventh had been less exploration, and more focused. Visiting a few PIs who after looking up on the internet, seemed able to handle supernatural/alien lifeforms asking for help. And two whom had agreed to at least look into a pair of matters for her. The first was simply to ask around if anyone knew the term "Draconian." The second which was given to the second PI, was just ask if there were any actual dragons in the city, or beings who had an energy signature similar to her own. Which had been achieved by handing over a vial of her blood, and asking for it back. Payment had been agreed upon if the PIs actually found anything that warranted further hunting, gold would be used as currency. After that, she'd dived into more research, this in the form of visiting the Central Library, and investigating maps of the city and its underground network of tunnels. She'd found a few abandoned sewer and subway tunnels she could use as a temporary base of operations.

But now, Serene was reviewing her own thoughts. Laying there in her hammock, listening to insects making their own noises, she questioned the risk/reward of asking around about the Draconians. If they existed in this universe, were they good or bad? If they were anything like her own universe's version, odds were good with some bad eggs, but no promise of a central leadership. Best case, maybe the Draconians hadn't lost their homeworld 90,000 years ago like in her universe, and were led by the Three Sisters, or their counterparts, and were good. The risk was if the Draconians were bad guys, asking about them could draw the wrong attention, either from aliens who had been driven from their worlds, or Draconian agents. And fighting even one was a gamble if they were skilled enough with their powers. Though the good version had the risk that enemy factions still would question who was looking into them. But at the end of the day, there wasn't much she could do about it.

As for asking about others with her kind of magic? Well, considering what Runic beings did to the environment of worlds they were introduced to, it wouldn't be too farfetched to assume that they could be seen as a "plague" if they weren't contained to one world like in her universe. Now, it was all in the hands of whatever beings governed this universe how things went.

[i]"Let's see...Gotham is next after this."[/i] Murmuring under her breath, Serene considered the road ahead. Gotham was a must, setting up a major base there would be good. If risky given the local heroes might not take well to her presence, so she was unsure. But there was that Harley lady. An ex-villain who was what, a therapist now? As much as Serene hated to admit it, someone she could talk to about some issues of hers would be helpful. Skymother knew she didn't want to burden Champ or the others she'd already met with her personal issues. Given they'd probably go out of their way to try and locate the problems in question if they were in this universe. So it was the street level former baddie it was, no one with larger scale burdens who would probably try and take them on for her. Someone "normal."

Days like this, it reminded her just how much she fucking missed Alex. Having a normal noblesse by her world's standards who she could talk to about mundane normal stuff, it was the kind of anchor she needed. Reminded her of her purpose. That not everyone was well, like her.

[i]"Wherever you are, hun, I hope you're having a better time of it than I am."[/i] That was enough to mope upon. Serene needed to sleep before tomorrow, when she was going to decide if she was to keep prowling around New York hunting relics that might be from her end of reality, or clues, or head south to Gotham. She'd left the two PIs with a way to reach her, so that wasn't an issue. She reached up her hand, tugging her hat down so its brim covered her eyes, keeping her shades close, while adjusting her trenchcoat like coat that covered her. Better safe than sorry. Adjusting her position, she kept her gaze up towards the stars, and waited for sleep to take her. 

Tomorrow was another day.