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Post by Enchantress on Oct 6, 2012 15:15:23 GMT -5
June was increasingly becoming used to life in the Society. Bizarre encounter with a living pulp hero aside, it was a remarkably comfortable fit for her. It reminded her of her time on the Suicide Squad - there were even some familiar faces, she thought, although the nature of the Squad hardly meant she was going to approach them for a chat about old times - but it was just the almost loose nature of the Society. It reminded her of how her iteration of the Squad had operated - going out into the field in specialised groups, keeping the numbers low at times, and generally not flexing the group's muscle unless they really needed to; The Society reminded her of that, somehow. Ostensibly, this group's intent was perhaps more malevolent - she at least recognised more unsavoury customers than she did friendly ones - but at the same time, it was oddly broad. It didn't feel like any group she'd been a part of before. On the one hand they were, of course, basically a strike force when necessary, but otherwise, it felt partly like a union, almost. They were so loosely knit, but somehow, it made things easier for them.
Easier to plot. Easier to communicate. Just easier in general. She was genuinely impressed. It wasn't like, say, the Justice League at all - a so-called 'elite' led by three pompous jerks. June scowled as she tried to focus, wavering slightly in her hold in the air, but quickly resumed her previous position; But no, this group wasn't like them. It wasn't even like the Shadowpact. In some ways, that was comforting; She already had enough reminders of her time with those groups lurking around in her head, making her stew and boil over with bitterness, as melodramatic as it sounded. The sympathies she had received from the nurses at Belle Reve hadn't helped either, cooing over her like she was some manner of a child, like she had come off her bicycle. It was just.. Insulting. She had been ripped from the sky and beaten into submission, all over something she couldn't even explain. Something she didn't even feel she was responsible for.
Of course, she would say that, but it was hardly something she had wanted, to have the witch inside her roaming free, carving people up with rotten teeth and other countless insane acts of magic. She had thought she had a solid hold on the Enchantress after the last time. She had thought they were more.. More in sync, after their time on the Squad, after she'd regained her power and taken on the Spectre. She'd never had a break like that one - there was just nothing to explain it. Grimacing again, June now realised her concentration was never really going to stick, and as she released her hold over her body, ceasing to use the magic holding her up, her legs dropped from the folded position they'd been in, the soles of her boots touching the dusty floorboards of the Society safehouse.
From what she'd been told, they had plenty of these places. Some were better protected than others; She knew some of the more important members had places with lead-lined walls and soundproofed rooms to keep prying Kryptonians at bay. Others had magical enchantments, and others were just plain old booby-trapped to the nth degree. She found it impressive. Just the sheer level of countermeasures going on were an easy parallel to those she knew the Justice League had when it came to their strongholds. Not, of course, that June had ever really been privy to such privileges, but she knew of them thanks to a handful of incidents where magic-users had been needed by the League. Again, June felt a grimace mark her face. She didn't enjoy wasting time thinking of people she wanted to kick to the dirt.
Adjusting her outfit - a glance at the broken mirror in what she supposed was a dorm confirming her line of thought that she had been ridiculous to ever wear that insane pointed hat - she nodded with satisfaction. Deciding to explore, she poked her head out the door, glancing around; No-one especially unsavoury she didn't particularly want to cross. Crossing the landing, her boots thumping against the floorboards, she peered up the stairs to the next floor; A door. Marked with the word 'ROOF' in bold red print, presumably because it was meant as an escape in case this firetrap ever went up in smoke. Curious, she scaled the stairs - by foot, since she was never one to use magic for truly, truly mundane purposes - she emerged out onto the roof, observing the New York skyline. It was definitely a beautiful view - one she was used to, but as someone had said, it never got old. And then, in the corner of her vision, she caught sight of something. Looking up, she initially assumed it to be a bird, but then recognised it as a person.
"Wow." That was the sole word she had to say on the matter; Granted, she'd seen fliers before, but there was just something overly majestic, almost, about those that had wings. TAG: Swift |
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Post by Swift on Oct 9, 2012 5:51:09 GMT -5
There was nothing quite like flying, not in the truly humble opinion of Shen Li-Min at least, and she never felt quite so comfortable in her own skin on the ground as she did in the heavens. That was not to say that she somehow turned into a meek, easily rattled creature when she walked, but the sky was her domain and more than that. It was almost as if she was a part of it, blessed with the ability to perceive changes before they happened, sensitive to every creature that shared the vast emptiness with her and to each shift of the air currents around her body. She had not just been given these wings – Shen had been made into a natural flyer and, though she still preferred other solutions, a natural huntress.
Despite that, she was not on the hunt now. No, Shen had simply needed an escape, to step outside of the Society’s safehouses and protection even if it was just for an hour or two and to take flight again. It was the need for freedom, the need to remind herself that, even here, she was not trapped down in the streets or even in the admittedly towering building that was her ‘aerie’ of sorts while she stayed in America. Perhaps it was less than wise, perhaps she should have ignored the itch, but while Shen was essentially a pragmatist, there were some things she was loath to do without. The feeling of the sun, of the air caught beneath her wings, of freedom and grace was one of them. It would be impossible for her to explain to anyone else quite what it meant to her to fly. Words were a poor substitute for the exultation in her blood.
But then she did not need them to understand why she did it, only to accept that she needed it. That was all and, in a Society of the sort she currently found herself, at the least she was discreet and careful with her flying. Given it took her a fraction of a second to accelerate to the speed of sound, it was easy for her to leave New York and enjoy the clear skies somewhere else. Today, her course had taken her east, over Russia she thought although, from the commanding height she assumed, it was difficult to tell where one country’s territory ended and another’s began unless she looked for it. Even with eyes that could read the date on a coin from two miles away, it was easy enough to avoid the obvious signs if she was careful.
For now, though, she was on the return stretch of her journey, the heartlands of America flashing past under her, the distance between her and her destination shrinking with every beat of her wings. The sky around her was blue, with just enough clouds that she had enjoyed dancing around them. It was a shame that her flight was nearly over, but she had loved every second of it and, soon enough, she would be able to do so again. It was time soon for her to return to Tibet, to bring news of their new allies and new weapons to her friends there.
It was thoughts of Tibetan independence that filled her heart and mind therefore, as she banked in towards the safehouse she was planning to use. But her eyes narrowed slightly as, miles away though she was, she saw a woman in green stood on the roof, her hair a fiery red in colour. For a moment, Shen wondered if it was Poison Ivy again but seconds later, she dispelled that theory. No, it was someone else, someone she didn’t know.
Interesting. A last beat of her wings and she alighted on the roof, stretching her arms out for a moment, rolling her shoulders back and unfurling her wings as she did. Ahhh, that was better. Drawing her wings close behind her, Swift made her way towards the onlooker, a curious glint to her dark eyes.
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Post by Enchantress on Oct 15, 2012 10:49:03 GMT -5
Her eyes didn't shift from the flier's path once as they continued to use those magnificent wings to carry themselves across the sky. June couldn't even imagine where they had carried them - perhaps across the entire country - since she had little to no understanding of the kind of physical exertion that might take; But it made a little sense that given, say, the mass of the average bird, their wings, the weight they could carry, and the distance they were known to travel in a day - June had, out of curiosity, followed a migratory flock once and ended up in a different country entirely - then it wasn't preposterous to believe that whoever that was could have covered entire continents in the time they'd been flying. There was just something entirely majestic about it all, June mused, like watching one of the greater birds take flight, which she vaguely recalled watching at some manner of show - men displaying their falcons and the like. She realised it could be.. Well, a little insulting to a person to basically compare them to an animal, but.. Well, if someone told June she could soar like an eagle, she'd pretty much take it as a compliment.
She knew, of course, that not everyone thought in the same manner as her. And that her thought processes might not be.. Well, entirely correct. June's face tensed slightly, as if she'd conceded something and admitted there might be some manner of truth in what the likes of the Justice League had said about her. She knew there wasn't; None of them understood magic, and the ones that did wasted their time with pithy tricks and stage shows. June loathed them above all else, the ones whose understanding was so limited that they felt throwing her back in Belle Reve was a solution to her problems - although ironically, she mused - her lips twisting into a bleak smile - she supposed the Justice League had solved some of her problems by putting her there; After all, it had made it easier for the Society to find her, for one. And now she was knee deep in their mystics and magic-users. Still one of a kind, and yet one amongst many. It felt so.. Loosely-knit, and yet there was a real sense of protection here. Like if say, the League tried to come after her, they wouldn't quite know what they were in for.
And she liked it. Almost involuntarily, her gaze travelled back up to the sky, watching the flier once more; With a simple word under her breath, June enhanced her vision to observe them more closely - and almost immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't one of the Hawks, neither Hawkman nor Hawkgirl, performing some manner of scouting or something along those lines; Despite the confidence she'd gained of late, she was still wary about getting into a fight so soon; She didn't know what could trigger the Enchantress into such violent rages, and she still had no idea what had caused the separation of the two of them that had caused the entity to seemingly go insane. In either case, she didn't want it to happen again; That seemed especially unlikely here, somehow, given she vaguely recognised the woman flying up above her.
June possibly admired her a little, she felt; There were always those jokes whilst she was a member of the Suicide Squad that something was going on with her and Nightshade which she never knew what to make of - It wasn't like the other woman was ugly, and June had never really actively pursued men. The winged beauty she was observing now - she'd surely spotted her before - was... Well, that June was thinking of her as a 'winged beauty' said it all, she supposed, but she actively flinched - dismissing the enchantment she'd employed on her eyes - as she realised the woman was coming in to land; Either she was a Society member or June Moone was actively going to get her butt handed to her for the second time in the past few months. And yet, as the other woman landed, there was no sense of aggressiveness.
At least, none June could detect.
She looked the woman overly carefully, taking in the wings, her figure, and the distinctly beautiful face, and pondered for a moment if those were implants the woman boasted; if so, she wore them well - they weren't... They weren't stupid-looking or grotesque or positively ridiculous like some women who opted to have them. June realised she shouldn't be staring, and immediately ducked her head shyly, her gaze coming to meet her boots for a second, before it came back up slightly - although if this turned into a discussion, the woman would still end up talking to the top of her hood; "I'm.. I'm sorry," she murmured, clearly meek tones showing in her voice, "I shouldn't have been staring.. It's just - I.. I really liked your wings," she stated, blue eyes coming up to observe the other woman again, briefly, before disappearing and being replaced by the hood and June's red-brown hair again.
She just hoped this wasn't one of the psychos who would karate chop her throat before she knew what was going on or whatever for admiring them. "You looked so graceful flying." TAG: Swift |
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