#cosmiccharged

LIKE ANY CITY, this one too had its share of punks looking to ruin someone’s day. she wasn’t much for it-- the whole ‘getting cornered and hassled for the paper in her wallet or whatever glam she happened to be wearing at the time so they could make a quick hundred bucks’. not to mention her most recent encounter with helplessness had left a bad taste in her mouth.

                                                                                    that wouldn’t be happening again.

dressed in her civvies, she had dared make a stop along the street lined with stalls, examining the contents of one in particular; hot dogs, french fries, burgers, soda-- she wasn’t about to be fussy, she was starving. luckily, the few dollars she had was enough for a hot dog.

         “--with mustard, please.” she added to her order somewhat sheepishly, and the clerk complied.

when he’d handed it over, she’d been about to take a bite, before something collided with her arm, jostling her. the hot dog hit the pavement, and she whipped around to glare daggers at whoever had just cost her a decent lunch.

         “hey!”

Dropped!

   Radiale, Damian had come to realize, was very different from the Hive. Different overlords (probably), different places, different streets and buildings and rules. And yet it was the same, too, in many ways: the most obvious being its occupants. Damian had seen many new faces since his arrival, and seen many old ones as well. Some he liked, some he disliked, some he felt neutral to. There weren’t many, however, that he went out of his way to interact with.

        Except.

   Seeing that impish grin, that flyaway blonde hair, staff held confidently by her side. It immediately sent a spike of irritation through Damian to see Stargirl suddenly standing before him yet again, just as infuriating as she was in the Hive. Even the memory of their close tie during the shopping cart race all those months ago was enough to curl his mouth into a sneer, a finger pointing accusingly at the other hero.

Well, this was a little... awkward. She’d stumbled across him and the gang he was ‘running with’, even managed to take most of them down. All except him. He’d put on a show of fighting back, but he wasn’t, not really. He was just waiting for his chance to explain.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Courtney!

You’ll be housed in Condo 472!

You’ll retain everything you had previously.

There’s an air about her that makes Mashirao cease in his steps, his search for a radio taking a hit. The hunch lingers for far too long for him to ignore it, and so he decides as he turns on his heels, hand already raising to ask if this lady might just know where he can find a public–

But now that he’s actually looking at her and not just bouncing his vision off with the typical quick scan, he stands there and gawks. Isn’t this– isn’t she–

Isn’t she definitely a Pro Hero?!

The end of his tail twitches with a sudden bout of nervousness and he laments the fact that Midoriya isn’t around to explain who she is, what her Qurik is, what she’s known for…!

GOOD TO SEE not much had changed. with one of her favourite spots in the city still intact, she would park it right here, under this tree, and right next to a lake. rays of sun that spilled through the canopy of leaves and branch danced a gleam over the water’s surface, so much alike glass, while a mild breeze ran a cool hand through the bush and tousled her hair. she'd been met with this kind of peace in the past, having traversed the world and uncovered a few hidden gems of places here and there. anywhere she could have fun, relax, and worry less was ideal.

                                           and this eased her nerves just right.

with an idea did she rise, scanning the banks for a decent pebble, and upon spotting one, Terra plucked it from the dirt. reeling her hand back, a flick of her wrist sent it skipping over the lake’s face once, twice-- three times! satisfied, she went for another, tossing it up before swiping it from the air and lining up another shot.

but, she paused, and her joy receded. an instead mournful gaze dropped briefly to the stone now resting in her palm.