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[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

She has never been to Metropolis. She has never been outside Maine. Except part of her- the part that re-lived their first seven years- has. But that part has also never been to Metropolis.

( She's not entirely sure where this is, or how she got there. )

She wanders the side-alleys, shrinking behind trash cans and dumpsters when people go by, peering out when the coast seems clear. Nothing is familiar; not the unusually tall buildings, not the flat horizon, not the size, not the store names.

She isn't sure whether that's more frightening or a relief.

Shatter EP

[littlegal-lost.livejournal.com]

A few hours of walking north of the Grand Canyon, there is a FLASH followed by a BANG with the immediate appearance of a small, skinny teenager standing where nothing had been standing before. She freezes, dark eyes tracking this way and that, the quickness of the motion the only clue to her panic.

Then, a few feet away, there's a FLASH followed by a BANG with the immediate appearance of a large, floppy bloodhound in mid-distressed bark.

A bark which rapidly transforms into a yap of contentment as it spots the girl and trots toward her, long ears flapping.

Jordan Harper grins at her dog, but it only lasts for a moment. While she scratches the creature's ears, she looks around at the desolate bit of land she landed in.

Nothing that can do this, in her experience, should or could be ignored.

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[slayer_fray]

Katara passed a note on from Sokka. Mel read it quickly, but not thoroughly. He's in Metropolis, she's left looking after the children.

Fortunately, they've been getting on better and better with Iroh, and it's with him she's left them in order to work her car.

Or rather, drag it cumbersomely towards the hangar, looking for Steve. He'll know what to do.