[identity profile] goddess-gifted.livejournal.com
The Cooper house has never exactly been home to Diana. She visits it often enough, and it's the first place she takes any newcomers she finds, but it's not home. There's nothing here that feels the same.

Metropolis, however, affords a better opportunity for her to learn about the people and the language she now finds herself surrounded by. The best education one can get about a place is to know the people who inhabit it, she thinks. So today, like many others, Diana is walking slowly along the streets, watching and listening as she goes.
[identity profile] do-whatyou-do.livejournal.com
When Peter heard the report on the TV news, he could not believe his ears. The anchor on CNN was talking about a man in Texas who had literally exploded and destroyed a family’s suburban home. For weeks, Peter had had visions of a man exploding and causing destruction, but in his visions it was always in New York and it was always…him. He couldn’t just believe it was a coincidence that there was another man who could explode. The broadcast went on to say that the man, Ted Sprague, wasn’t harmed in the explosion, it was as if he had given off radioactive energy had that caused everything around him to burst into flames and melt. Peter’s interest grew with every word, especially when he thought he caught the name of the family whose home had been destroyed as “Bennet”. He knew that he had to go to Texas to figure out how this was all connected to his visions.

As he pushed off from the ground and took flight, he wondered if there were any limits on how fast he could go. He knew that Nathan had broken the sound barrier, once, when those two men had been chasing him in Las Vegas. He knew that if Nathan could do it, he could do it. The faster he flew, the stronger her felt the pull of the air around him, almost like he was going through a wind tunnel. He heard a loud boom at almost the exact time he felt a swirling gust of pressure surround him, and felt his arms and legs flailing around, helpless from his control. When he finally landed on the ground and looked around, he was shocked at the state of things.

Buildings all over were in ruins, and the ground and trees were charred and dying. ‘This doesn’t look anything like the suburban area they showed on the news’ Peter thought to himself as he stepped over piles of rubble. ‘I have to find someone and figure out what happened’. He saw a woman walking around nervously, covering her head as if she expected a piece of the sky to land on her at any moment.

“Excuse me” he said, approaching her. “Can you tell me if all of this destruction was caused by the man exploding in Odessa?”
She looked at him like he was crazy; a look, sadly, Peter had become familiar with ever since he had started trying to convince people to read Chandra Suresh’s book.
“There’s been a huge apocalyptic explosion”, she told him. “I don’t know what caused it, but they’ve been evacuating people for days. The safest place seems to be some town called Smallville. It’s in Kansas.” Peter thanked her, and set out to find the nearest map.

Peter took to the skies again, this time being careful not to fly too fast or into any suspicious-looking clouds. He knew that he could heal after meeting Claire and absorbing her ability, but he didn’t know if that applied to being engrossed in a cloud of nuclear material.

He touched down in a small town littered with farms and a few main streets. ‘So’ he thought, ‘this is where the future starts’.
[identity profile] gorgonqueen.livejournal.com
Medusa is flying.

This is not new - she has wings, and she knows how to use them, and she loves flying. So do her sisters, actually, which is how this thing whole started. Triplets are what triplets are, and Euryale had pinched Medusa, so Medusa had hit back and Stheno had growled so Medusa stole her comb and flew off laughing and -

And that's why when the ground is suddenly a lot closer than it was, and it's silent no sea, where's the sea, it was there I'm flying over it, Medusa has a comb in her hand.

It's a comb that gets dropped, shortly before the young Gorgon herself ends up tumbling over the ground. She had enough warning to draw her wings back so that she didn't break them, but still.

Over and over and over, with flashes of gold from her feathers and brown from her limbs (because you try clambering over rocks in a full-length chiton), until she manages to stop herself. Give her a moment, and she'll be up. At the moment, she's just going to stay here and gasp for breath.

[OoC: for all your Ashie-isn't-here/not-on-AIM needs!]
[identity profile] downsidedarling.livejournal.com
It's been a while since Dreamer went swimming with Shay. She's been spending it in the least productive manner possible. Aimless wandering distracts her from the fact that she's stuck in a strange world with no friends and nothing to do.

Hopefully she'll bump into Eden again. If not... well, the lake's still just as good a place to swim in today as it was yesterday. And ridiculous sunburns are also worthy distractions.
[identity profile] goddess-gifted.livejournal.com
Meditating is one of Diana's favourite things to do. For all she's an exceptionally physical person, being able to simply sit and feel her spirit connect with Gaea is a rare treat.

The sudden noise and light - visible even though her eyes are closed - is more than enough to snap her out of her reverie. Although when she does survey her surroundings and stand, slowly, she's not entirely certain she isn't still dreaming for this is most definitely not Themyscira anymore. If Diana had to put a name to it, she would almost say this was...

Patriarch's World

Wherever she is, it's in ruins and there's a foreboding feeling of death all around her. Stumbling backwards, she turns in a slow circle and searches for anything she can use as a weapon.

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