Post by Xara Lor-Van on Jun 18, 2013 11:21:17 GMT -5
The night sky shrieked seemingly in protest at her invasion of it. Rain lashed her armour, soaking her; lighting cracked impotently against her invulnerable skin and the thunder rumbled in vain.
It was, Xara thought, soothing; of late she had been utterly focussed on adapting to this new world. She had at least solved the issue of both her and Kal-El’s power fluctuations; a modification to her own genome was the solution and the pain of it had been excruciating. Nevertheless, the results had been more than satisfactory.
But it had taken months. Months to ponder her discussion with her erstwhile counterpart – the Son of Jor-El. He was wary of her – guarded and perhaps even a little fearful of what she represented. She was, after all, a mirror of what he should have been.
Yet for all of his fallibility and weaknesses, she ascertained that he was correct in many of the assertions he had made…
A sound snapped her from her reverie, a strange, rhythmic noise of rubber on glass. Glancing to her left, Xara saw the source of it and banked across the sky towards it.
A man – clad head to foot in black – was climbing up the side of a building. He wore a satchel around his hip full, her x-ray vision told her – of doubtlessly stolen loot from the self-same structure he was now seeking to escape from. The sound she had picked up emanated from a series of mechanical suction devices that enabled him to climb like an ungainly spider over the building’s glass panelling.
The Terrans, she thought, were nothing if not ingenious in their ability to commit crime.
Xara landed on the building above the man, her feet pressed on the glass; he had not yet seen her and only looked up when one of his devices pressed against her foot.
“Hello,” she said in English. “Is there something wrong with the elevator?”
The man’s eyes widened in shock his head went back… over-balancing him. His suction cup came loose as he tipped away from the building and he shrieked in fear, plunging towards the sidewalk below.
Xara let herself fall and then flew down past him, tempted for moment to let him fall to the ground. A lesson to others.
But then she thought of her conversation with Kal-El… perhaps, in this instance, leniency was called for. She reached out and plucked him from the air some feet from the ground. He stank, mute evidence that he had soiled himself in fear.
A human law officer was watching from the pavement below; perhaps, she conceded, Kal-El had a point. Letting the burglar die would probably have not been viewed in a positive light by the endlessly self-contradictory Terrans.
“Good evening Officer… Mooney” she identified. “On this world, I have heard it said that confession is good for the soul?” Xara reached into the man’s satchel and pulled out a handful of stolen jewellery. “I’d listen to this man,” she advised. “Take him away.”
Without waiting for a response, she launched herself skywards to continue her patrol.
WIP/TBC
It was, Xara thought, soothing; of late she had been utterly focussed on adapting to this new world. She had at least solved the issue of both her and Kal-El’s power fluctuations; a modification to her own genome was the solution and the pain of it had been excruciating. Nevertheless, the results had been more than satisfactory.
But it had taken months. Months to ponder her discussion with her erstwhile counterpart – the Son of Jor-El. He was wary of her – guarded and perhaps even a little fearful of what she represented. She was, after all, a mirror of what he should have been.
Yet for all of his fallibility and weaknesses, she ascertained that he was correct in many of the assertions he had made…
A sound snapped her from her reverie, a strange, rhythmic noise of rubber on glass. Glancing to her left, Xara saw the source of it and banked across the sky towards it.
A man – clad head to foot in black – was climbing up the side of a building. He wore a satchel around his hip full, her x-ray vision told her – of doubtlessly stolen loot from the self-same structure he was now seeking to escape from. The sound she had picked up emanated from a series of mechanical suction devices that enabled him to climb like an ungainly spider over the building’s glass panelling.
The Terrans, she thought, were nothing if not ingenious in their ability to commit crime.
Xara landed on the building above the man, her feet pressed on the glass; he had not yet seen her and only looked up when one of his devices pressed against her foot.
“Hello,” she said in English. “Is there something wrong with the elevator?”
The man’s eyes widened in shock his head went back… over-balancing him. His suction cup came loose as he tipped away from the building and he shrieked in fear, plunging towards the sidewalk below.
Xara let herself fall and then flew down past him, tempted for moment to let him fall to the ground. A lesson to others.
But then she thought of her conversation with Kal-El… perhaps, in this instance, leniency was called for. She reached out and plucked him from the air some feet from the ground. He stank, mute evidence that he had soiled himself in fear.
A human law officer was watching from the pavement below; perhaps, she conceded, Kal-El had a point. Letting the burglar die would probably have not been viewed in a positive light by the endlessly self-contradictory Terrans.
“Good evening Officer… Mooney” she identified. “On this world, I have heard it said that confession is good for the soul?” Xara reached into the man’s satchel and pulled out a handful of stolen jewellery. “I’d listen to this man,” she advised. “Take him away.”
Without waiting for a response, she launched herself skywards to continue her patrol.
WIP/TBC