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So are we just operating under the premise that Nightwing has already given those orders in the IC, or will there be an IC post going up relatively soon?


Already given the orders, yeah.
Few quick notes:

Nightwing goes NPC. Orders team to concentrate on the center of the city, orders those already engaged in the city to move out and focus on the perimeter to sweep up any strays, await further instruction.

Longer term right now Zeke and I's idea is to have Batman a casualty to a larger conflict behind the scenes, possibly triggering some version of a Battle for the Cowl scenario. Wonder Woman would be a lone survivor running back to Earth. This all does leave the team without an IC leader...which Zeke and I thought would be a really interesting after current battle situation to play out IC. One big team meeting. That's kinda how we want to handle that problem: organically IC. Get your characters ready for that. Anyone getting nominated by someone else for that IC? Anyone volunteering for it?

The other thing: the first storyline we're going to get into, and we're still unsure just how long it's going to last that kinda depends on IC actions from PCs, features the choice to create your own metahuman nemesis. You have the option to really build an IC foil, background, powerset, appearance, pretty much everything but how they got their abilities and who they take orders from. This can be super vague and short, or it can be really expansive. As much or as little effort into it as you want.

The result would be a team vs team battle sequence that could be a lot of fun.

Those are Zeke and I's short term focuses right now, aside from the obvious current scene and it's immediate fallout.

If you have any issues or problems, want to know more about the larger plots, or just want to kick around a few ideas please feel free.
She was a breath from saying sorry, but. I'm sorry, Barry, but I have full confidence the team can survive without me for a little bit. Or her initial thought out response, I'm sorry, Barry, I adore you...but I wouldn't expect you to understand. How could he? Lose your world, and make a team building exercise a more important priority than getting to the bottom of the death of your last known relative. The little baby you promised it's crying mother and stoic father you'd protect.

Then something weird happened. Lois Lane's voice entered her head; at first a distant sound that rose in the back of her mind like a sun giving dawn's clarity to an otherwise dark and disturbing place. The problem isn't your disconnect with humanity, Kara. It's that humanity will always look at you and expect what Superman would do. The thought was enough to make her want to hiss at it. It chaffed her logic fueled alien sensibilities. Emotions were something Kryptonian scientists were taught to moderate, to be wary of.

All those thoughts right before she let Barry down, and then he just...did something bad? "Sanc! What's happening?"

The A.I. spoke with Alice's voice. "If measurements are correct--"

Barry's eyes snapping open and conscious cut the A.I. off, and Kara was left with no more than a sigh. It wasn't anger, but it was most certainly irritation. There goes letting him down. She didn't need Sanc's feed to feel and hear the chaos. That was the curse of being Supergirl, she guessed. Sarcasm came sharper than shards of broken glass, with a tone just as jagged to match. "Yeah, Barry, I'm kinda super-aware. I also have objectives bigger than this team. You ought to know that, by now, especially when I think I found the person who killed Kal-El."

Kal-El's death and Kandor. There were no more important things in Kara's existence. He knew that. At least she thought he had known it. When the door opened to the floor she had taken as mostly her own, she didn't look back at him, only kept her blue eyes steeled straight ahead. Her jaw still set in anger, even if she'd only allowed sarcasm and irritation to show. If she looked at him now? Emotional control. Best to just look ahead.

"Go on. I'll meet the team in the field."

Even to the fastest man alive she was gone. Just like that. A quick change en route, a message to Grayson, and she was out of the door and off the balcony in micro-seconds. It took her about the same amount of time to come across a San Francisco trolley car that had...redesigned itself into a beastial form complete with four legs and two mandibles alive with a pale blue light of an intense electrical field. Kara was just in time to get the pinch from the mandibles, instead of the trolley driver turned electro-beast's first target. People went from screaming to gasping the moment she appeared caught between the mandibles.

Some started filming, or trying to, if their phones worked still, and saying that name what seemed to her like every other heartbeat.

Superman. Superman. Superman.

The mandibles ripped clean as anger drove her aggression into violence. "We need to disrupt the electron orbital motions and electron spins, Sanctuary. I probably can't beat each of these...things...down to dust in time to save everyone. We need a bigger, better, solution. S--" Words cut off from the remaining weight of the trolley beast ramming into her body with an amazing surge of kinetic force propelled by electricity. Her body went end over end in the air until it shuddered into the pavement. The thing tried giving her the kind of electrical charge that would fry most, but she just slowly got to her feet and stared with cold blue eyes as electrical forces illuminated the air around her and blackened the pavement in which she stood in the middle of the San Fran street.

It tickled. In response, she used heat vision and her bare hands to rip the thing to shreds. Literal, actual, shreds. It only took a few seconds, before she superheated the shreds to literal nothingness. Then she looked up with red glowing eyes, and yet none of the fools that stayed to watch seemed all that frightened of her. "...quite the reputation I've got on my chest, Kal."

A brief wave to the camera, and Supergirl was in the air, looking for more.
Hello. I'm here trying to get some joy out of online RP by doing it differently. Part of which was to play a random game, so here I am. I'm slightly familiar with DC and the titans in specific, though also unfamiliar enough so that I'm sure if I tried a major character it would be terribly out of character. So I'm thinking, how about something like a Lightning Lad or Braniac 5?


Something like them? Possible. Them? Well, time and all.
Kara felt crowded.

That was what happened when a girl spent most of a lifetime in stasis, then when arriving at a populated planet did her best to be isolated and alone she told herself. Of course she felt crowded, a mixture of her own internal voice and her mother's ever present calming tones. She wasn't crowded, however, and the distinction didn't exactly go unnoticed to the better angels of her logic and reason. Besides, there were other concerns: why the heck did the hew-man Nightwing sit next to her? Kara was aware of the female that approached and spoke in response, but only just.

It was uncomfortable. Not that it was their fault. Kara didn't need an AI to know they likely had just as many scars as she had, at least those were the odds. Most happy and adjusted regular people don't jump into suits and fight for a greater good. There'a almost always a stimuli, and it's almost always not a happy one. The cool breeze that came off the top of the San Francisco twilight colored skyline was like a splash of cold water.

At the mention of training Kara rose a precarious dark brow. She didn't require the mentioned rest. She hadn't slept much since arriving, since that yellow star they called the sun brought an energy to her body and being that she was still just in awe of. The honor? Idiom, she guessed, "Alice can guide any of them to their rooms. The Tower can be put on lock down, but it was never designed with a 'curfew' mode."

There was a tone. One that permeated as Barry touched down, prompting a snort of laughter from the Kryptonian, before her head shook and her eyes returned to the two in the cabana with her next to the lengthy pool. "I can program one in," it was a peace offering. She didn't like the idea of a curfew, but that was selfish, and she wasn't afraid to admit it, "admittedly I would likely break any curfew fairly often."

She muttered something about responsibilities, and left it at that.

Sanctuary's voice in her head wasn't even a surprise. After the AI finished, it was just amusement at the timing and excitement at the news: Sanctuary had discovered enough evidence to determine with a high probability that Lex Luthor had something to do with Doomsday. It wasn't much, in that there was far less information than Kara would prefer under such circumstances, but it was too much to pass up. She trusted Luthor had twisted intentions, but he wouldn't see her coming, either physically or digitally. "Speaking of breaks, I'll be back shortly."

She had to change. That wouldn't take much time, but Kara still felt a bit odd just zooming around as a blur to do mundane tasks like changing clothes, so it wouldn't be instant. Kara wanted the colors and the cape and the shield when she finally met the human xenophobe Luthor. "Find him, Sanctuary. I don't care if I have to make a scene." Usually the AI would prefer scenarios that didn't require Kara to make much of a spectacle. Outside of flying around Metropolis and Gotham, there had been precious few public sightings of Supergirl. A name given by none other than Lois Lane.

She was out the cabana and up the dimly lit stairs with a hop, smiling at some of the others who lingered closer to the elevator as she approached, sighing at the frustration of so many lost minutes due to such a pedestrian method of movement as a result of having to wait for the elevator. When she could just fly, and fly fast. Very fast. Neo fast, a mental reference that just made her smile.
Kara tried not to laugh. The truth of it was that there was no humurous intent behind it. The two young men weren't, in so far as she could tell, trying to be funny. Blood in particular seemed rather uncomfortable and unprepared for the whole thing. Her cousin had been the world's greatest hero. Her cousin fought valiantly, and her cousin fought well. Her cousin still died. Kinda. Yet Kara could still so no reason to be so uncomfortable by the death or the act of grieving. Kara celebrated Kal-El. Stupid name and all, his life and achievements were as brief as they were extraordinary. Making it uncomfortable seemed the height of comedic irony to a Kryptonian girl.

Humans were weird. That thought alone had festered, as had a few other thoughts on humanity, since her arrival. Then Roy misstepped? At least he seemed to act like he had. The facepalm was dramatic and instant, and at least the sight of it made her pale pink glittered and glossed lips curve at the corner slowly turning into a smile. Especially given the truth of the name. One truth she was more than happy to share with this red themed human.

"Superman? It's not ours. That shield isn't an 'S'--it's a symbol. It's the sigil of House El, a very old Kryptonian bloodline, the one in which Superman belonged to and the one I belong to. My decision to go with Supergirl was convenience. Everyone on this planet knew what the sigil of House El meant to them. It meant Superman. Brand recognition like that it would've done more to confuse if I had called myself anything else. Nightwing? That's Kryptonian."

Then she muttered. Something about why an Earth hero would want a Kryptonian name and "hew-mans" being beyond her.
Kara needed a few silent moments. It was only a tick or two, but her blue eyes had gone distant as they fixated during the time. The moment her long black lashes snapped shut and open again with a blink her focus was on the young man standing before her. She hadn't caught all of what he said, but Sanctuary provided an automatic play-back. Oh. Kara almost laughed, but then she couldn't blame him his impulse. Kara certainly understood it. It was somewhere between a resort and a tactical command center, this building they found themselves in now. Where else would you want a drink? Especially with that sunset.

"Normally yes. Right now 'Alice' is restricting certain areas, in case something bad happens bringing in new people. Nevermind I'm new people. Let me override it for you."

The heat of the day had long gone, and by now the temperature of the air had dropped four degrees in the last hour alone. This was her second night at the Tower, and she had already learned how chilly it could get in San Francisco at night. And the fog was something else entirely. It was a strange place, but that was seeming common enough for Kara on this planet. The second male was heard the moment he stepped into the building. The Tower was mostly empty at the moment, and it wasn't all that difficult to track most movements. Not with her sight and hearing, anyway. Not that Kara's gaze ever broke with Jason, even as Roy hopped in. She never seemed to do anything, but it was already done. Sanctuary could read her mind if needed, it was kind of creepy, until Sanctuary was the only thing left to her.

"There you go. If you head back up the stairs, and circle back to the big outdoor kitchen? One of the mini fridges under one of the counters--filled with alcohol. Hope you're a fan of cerveza. I'm--" she paused, if only for a single beat, wondering what name would be the most efficient, "--Supergirl."
Titan Tower

Rooftop pool - Twilight

IC Limbo




All new arrivals will be escorted to the rooftop pool area, and it's views of San Francisco. Cabanas line the pool and allow some measure of privacy but the entire rooftop is designed for community; beyond the pool are various courts, sitting areas, fire pits, hot tubs, even an outdoor kitchen and grill area complete with seating for up to 20. A Virtual Intelligence is ever-present and ready to assist and answer all inquiries--it's name is Alice.

An athletic looking blonde girl with bright blue eyes resides in the cabana nearest the entrance to the pool area, wearing white leather sandals, and a light blue silk sundress, the red strap of a bathing suit top just visible along the neckline of the dress. Under the quiet ceiling fan in the cabana and the large flatscreen bolted to the cabana wall, between couch and two chairs (one of which she occupies) she seems to be studying blueprints.

To Titan Tower.
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