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

[i]January 18th, 11:30 pm
Gotham City, rooftops[/i]

The past eleven days had ranged from boring as hell to...slightly interesting. Serene's trip through the eastern US had been well, a trip. Stopping now and again to check out a town, a city, various places. It took her about five days after New York to finish her trip down, and had ended up turning around at the top of Florida. Too close to tropical storms for her taste. Maybe she'd come back another time and set up a base. So back around she'd gone, traveling back, this time a bit faster, but weathering at cities she'd selected as possible big bases when she felt the need arise. In the end, she wound up, back in Gotham, three to four days after leaving Florida. All in all, really uneventful. Literally aside from having to maybe avoid a roving biker gang, and well, bad weather, it had been literally just "survive, find shelter, find food if needed, keep going." And now, now she was in the city of Gotham.

She'd passed it by before, mostly because she'd known for a fact that finding a good base of operations would take time. That and a quick internet search at the library in New York had shown that one part of it should be avoided unless she had a lot of time and firepower. She had the time, but firepower, namely information, was something else she lacked. Unlike New York, where she had seemingly gotten lucky with not running into any trouble, she had no idea if the same could happen in that part of the area. But now?

Now was different. Well, then, given she'd arrived the 16th, but one digresses. A bit of time exploring the city, doing some stuff, and well, just being a tourist. She'd gone from one part to another, mapping it out, dodging any possible troubles. Minus one case of calling in a tip on a home break in progress, then left before the cops showed up. She did not want to explain to them why she had no US issued ID, or a passport from any Terran government. If they even bothered to show up. But eventually, all explorations end the way they should. With a late night dinner, atop a city rooftop. She liked the neo-gothic, reminded her of home a tad...but her dad would have been commenting non-stop on when each damn building in the city was likely built, as to why it was probably built as it was, maybe even guessing how long it took to build. Having the dragonic fusion of Sherlock Holmes and Indiana Jones for a dad was...annoying sometimes. But in that moment, it gave her home sickness. Centuries she hadn't seen home, maybe even longer. There were a lot of people she had come to miss over the time she'd spent, traveling from universe to universe.

Funny how munching on a magic infused MRE could make one think of home. Then again, being reminded of her original life as a super soldier wasn't a fond memory. But at the end of the day...food's food when you're a cashless dragon who has no idea if the locals accept actual gold bars or coins as currency. And MREs, while not the most tasteful(even by her world's standards of making anything short of an actual freak disaster in the kitchen actually edible and tasty), were at least easy to store and carry, compared to other Rune foods. Even if Rune icecream couldn't melt, it just felt weird to pull one out of her pocket. So this was better. In short, this entire paragraph is filler.

But, sometimes, even...

Anything further was stopped by the power across the city near her going out. She paused, food midway to her mouth, a soft groan, crossed with a dragonic growl, coming from her. Great, this brought back memories. None of them good. When the power goes out, and there's no storms overhead, earthquakes beneath, or a tsunami striking, that means one of two things. One, someone broke something at a power plant, or someone cut the power on purpose...and then, a sound all but confirmed it. And a sensation. Technology on the wind, wafting up to her. Serene's head, beneath her hood, which she'd changed into to really avoid drawing suspicion hopefully with her hat and other outfit, turned towards a distant figure, which angle wise she could just see...charging towards something. The wind didn't lie, that looked like someone in armor. Tech based. Something in her body growled, the thought of consuming such tech, acquiring it, made her hunger. Only for the sound of the gradually growing louder, through doppler effect, sound of a train imitation to knock her back into reality.

[i]"...This is so dumb. Only an idiot, or someone freakishly strong charges some place while sounding like that. Or is part train."[/i]

Watching what soon unfolded left her under the impression it may have been a bit of all three. So one big guy, maybe a giant, decked out in power armor that could...okay what the hell, arm cannons are her thing. Definitely eating his arm later. Maybe his helmet too, see if it came with any new data she could use. The morphing deal was cool. Back on track...so power armored guy attacking a police place, and with pals. While she wasn't close enough to get a good line on the pals and what they might do, she did see well...a flash of light after the red guy vanished into the building. So probably one of his allies had magic, or maybe could send out illusionary copies, who knew. On the one hand, this wasn't her problem. This was the local's issue.

But on the other hand...

[i]"...Yeah, only fair to help, and right."[/i] She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't do something. Too many innocents on her mind from a long time ago. Pulling herself upright, she moved quickly, even as she pulled out a device, and sent a simple text. Far away in Maine, eventually the text went through, and her ship powered up, rising up slowly into the heavens. It had its job, and hopefully no hillbillies got spooked by the UFO.

From one rooftop to another, she almost kept going, looking for a way to the roof of the compound, only to stop. Her gaze dropped, spotting the whole grapple hooking guy as he landed on the ground below. Judging by the fact he was late to the apparent party...probably a good person. Who could use some help. Considering he wasn't flying, or using high tech anything. Probably just your average, run of the mill viligante, who did what they could for the sake of...Yeah, best to get on with it. A few moments passed, as she backed up, then ran forward, taking a running leap off of the building. Not the most fancy way to get there, but it got her to a spot just outside the destroyed front entrance, the ground cratering as she landed, not with the fist hitting the ground, just her landing with a hand to steady. And followed in after the guy.

Let's see...biosuit and power armor of her own, shotgun, and maybe some other tools. And her secret weapon. Last one she wasn't going to use unless she had no choice. Because that would probably get her arrested, even if she helped save the day. Who knows, maybe the guy inside would have some idea who the bad guys were. And hopefully, she wouldn't run into those bad guys right away.

With those thoughts, Serene ran headfirst into the chaos, shotgun materializing in one hand, her hoodie hiding her features, her jeans hiding...something else. This wasn't going to be as bad as the time she stormed a doomsday station basically alone with a macguffin capable of altering reality at its core, nor the other time she stormed a doomsday station. But this...probably was up there near sneaking into an unknown force's camp back in the day, all to unknowingly start a rivalry with a crazed space monkey.

...Rock on?