shatterverse | (no subject)

Entry tags:

dinah lance

(no subject)

This is a totally logical and sensible way to do things. Shut up.

The way is: Dinah has a whole list of cities and places she wants to visit, including all over the United States; California, Pennsylvania, even Kansas, as she hasn't yet thoroughly investigated Keystone City.

She's starting in Greece.

This is, she claimed, because it's her vacation and she's always wanted to vacation in Europe and soak up the Mediterranean sun. But it's really because she's much less worried and apprehensive about what she'll find on Themiscyra than, for example, Star City, California. She hasn't even decided what she wants to find, but she can handle not finding it better if she starts with the Amazons.

Zinda's gone off to look at Egypt, after dropping Dinah off at an abandoned airfield. For some reason island-hopping on her own in a tiny plane is easier than admitting to Lady Blackhawk she doesn't know exactly which island is which on this world. Also, it feels more like a vacation.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"What the hell?"

Dinah uses a pretty standard judo throw to get rid of one - no two more, because it tumbles into a second.

"Animated clay. The work of a wizard?"

"No," he says, gruffly, "the work of a special effects department. I recognise these guys from some cheesy movies."

Dinah takes down another two, and turns to him - knocking back a third behind her as she does so.

"OK, clearly the whole movie-comics things has blown your mind, hasn't it?"

"My mind is quite sound, thank you," he informs her, discovering that his pistol rounds are explisive enough to knock the heads off the skeletons. "Trust me. Sinbad has a lot to answer for."

"Whatever you say," Dinah concedes.

"You might want to cover your ears for what's coming next.

He doesn't know what she's talking about, but if Dinah says to cover his ears, then cover his ears he will, Indy quickly knocks back the nearest skeleton, and clasps his hands over his ears, watching Dinah. This should be something to remember, whatever it is.

Dinah fights a lot like her mother, sometimes. But there is one thing that is just hers.

She draws in a breath, steps forward, away from Indy, and screams.

The skeletons slow, then stop.

She screams.

The ones nearest to her take a step back, as if subjected to some invisible force field.

She screams.

Where any skeleton is close enough to make out this kind of distance, the clay appears to lighten, dry and become rigid.

She screams!

Starting from the Black Canary herself, the clay skeletons crack and then explode, a wave of dust and shards spreading out from her in an ever increasing circle.

At that point, she relaxes, and breathes again.

Indy, assuming it is now safe to take his hands from his ears, applauds, slowly. That's a pretty neat trick.

"Nice work," he tells her, dryly. Two counts to her, none to him. How enbarrassing.

Dinah shrugs, taking it in her stride.

"It's just something that sets me apart from my Mom."

"Makes other people a bit superfluous," he says, walking over to a few remaining shards of skeleton, and picking them up. They shatter to dust in his hand, and he rubs it between his fingertips thoughtfully.

"Depends on the person," Dinah says. "And I can't use it against people."

A rough wave at the dust around them. Should explain why.

Indy quirks an eyebrow.

"Sure ya can," he says. "Just not if you need them afterwards."

"I don't kill," says Dinah, simply.

Indy shrugs. Women. Soft hearts, the lot of them.

Dinah grins then, and glances around them, the conversation over, as far as she's concerned.

"So I still have some time until my friend picks me up. Is there anywhere you want to see?"

"Probably pretty much everywhere," he says wryly. "Ladies choice."

"OK," Dinah agrees, and jerks her head in a random direction. "Come on, then."

Like a little lost lambkin, Indy follows after her. It's not the usual way of things - but at least the view's good.

The direction in question leads into a stretch of overgrown farmland and, eventually, to an apparently abandoned village.

"Doesn't look like we're going to find a decent tapas bar," Dinah begins to complain, turning back to Indy.

Behind her, the light catches the barrel of a gun in an alley.

Indy spots it, as he's looking in the direction anyway, and instinctively shoves her to one side as his hand hovers over his whip.

"Watch out," he snaps.

"What the..."

Dinah stumbles only because she's not used to men shoving her aside, and turns to see what made him move so.

Out of the alley comes a young Hispanic man, pointing a gun straight at Indy. He smirks and jerks his head to either side of himself, where other man in similar dusty old clothes emerge, carrying chains and lead pipes and various other cliches.

The leader smirks at Indy and jerks his head towards Dinah.

Who has her hands on her hips now, nd is looking bored.

"Big mistake," Indy drawls, and steps to the side as his whip flicks out, curling around the man's gun and jerking it out of his hand.

He cries out in pain and annoyance, and swears loudly in Spanish. The rest of the gang heft their weapons angrily and close in on Indy.

They've only just begun to move when fishnets and leather blur and Dinah takes down half of them so fast the other half run away.

He opens his mouth to say something, then shakes his head.

"That would be why the big mistake," he says, curling a lip. "Might as well just castrate me now, while you're at it." That last is, obviously, aimed at Dinah.

"What?" Dinah says, still in the brief time it takes her to catch her breath.

Then, "what? Just because I can hold my own?"