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[cir_el]

Who: Cir-El
What: Surveying the damage
When: After Ghost Rider
Where: New York
Interactions: Open
Warnings: None so far




There were scorch marks everywhere. When Cir-El had gotten the message from Oracle about the damage she'd thought of the streets and maybe some shop windows. However as the woman hovered several stories up and looked at the cracked, broken, burned, and melted glass streaking a visible black trail up the side of the building; she realized she had greatly underestimated the situation. "And this was all done...by a motorcycle?" She muttered to herself before finally heading back down to the sidewalk to get the sit rep from the police and firemen located down below. The day was clear and almost cloudless. And seemed an odd contrast to what she was looking at.

And even stranger still; the only victim was a single man whom records had turned up for exposing him as a murderer a liar. A corrupt business man who had killed his partner in order to gain sole ownership of their company.

"Curiouser and curiouser" The woman muttered to herself as she finished taking everything in. Wherever the flaming skull headed man was he wasn't showing himself during the day. So long nights seemed to be ahead of her. "Do you think you can find him Superwoman?" The police officer asked; jerking her out of her private contemplation abruptly. "I'll do my best and uhm...you don't have to call me that you know". She said raising her hands and turning slightly red with embarrassement. She hadn't even considered a working name up to that point. All she knew was she didn't want people calling her 'girl' all of the time.

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[big_blue_boyscout]

"I don't know, it's sort of fitting." A voice familiar to Cir-El chimes in, as the man it belongs to flies in, hovering in the air next to her. "Sorry I'm late, there was a fire downtown." He explains, appreciating the irony given what he's looking it. As he looks at the room, some of the warmth that seems to just radiate from him dims. He never likes going to murder scenes ...

[cir_el]

Cir-El blinked a few times and turned when she heard his voice, a bright smile coming to her despite the grim situation. "I thought you were over in Metropolis!" the woman exclaimed before bringing her exuberance under control. "Oh was everyone alright?" She asked changing the subject quickly to the fire he'd helped with. Silly question she thought but better than nothing. As she was talking a cleanup crew was already setting to work attempting to scrub the scorch marks off the street and windows.

[big_blue_boyscout]

"Thankfully, yes." Clark says with a relieved sigh. "As to why I'm in New York ..." He was on assignment. Perry had him doing a little digging on a Lexcorp subsidiary reportedly making some shady deals. "I was in the neighborhood, and I thought the least I could do was offer some back-up on this," He says with a friendly smile.

[cir_el]

Cir-El couldn't resist a little chuckle. "Is there a place that isn't in the neighborhood for you?" She asked rhetorically. Things were starting to settle down at last and the young woman was relieved. "From what I'm getting it looks like I'm going to have some late nights ahead of me. Skullboy doesn't seem like the 'fight evil in broad daylight' type. So any help you can give me would be great. I haven't tested myself out too much on this but I'm pretty sure I still need to sleep at least once a week to keep functioning like a normal sane person."

She could hear about a dozen things going on around them, but this was New York; which meant there was practically a hero or hero team on every street corner. Like superheroic starbucks stores.

[big_blue_boyscout]

"I'm sure I could think of a place or two." He replies with a smile, listening as she continues. "I'll do whatever I can," Clark promises before continuing, "If you need rest, take it. I can watch the city for night." He doesn't want to see her get hurt or worse because of exhaustion.

[cir_el]

"Oh man that would be great. Do you want to get something to eat first? There's this bar over here that serves Post-Humans called Warriors- uhm...you already know about that place don't you?" The woman grinned sheepishly and placed a hand on the back of her head, showing her embarrassment. "Well anyway they've got this Mutant working in the kitchen recently and I swear their mutant power is expert food preparation."

[big_blue_boyscout]

"I may have heard of it." He says with a friendly grin. He hasn't had the chance to go to Warrior's in a while, it might be nice to pay a little visit.

"Do they still have the best cheese steak in New York?"

[cir_el]

"Pretty sure they do" she replied with a happy nod "Then again pretty much every place that serves them claims to serve 'the best', right?" The young woman laughs for a bit "I'm kidding of course. Their cheese steaks are second to none!" Cir-El half skipped, half floated down the street on her way to the bar. The ability to do that, without care or concern had to be her favorite thing about being in costume. She didn't have to worry about who saw her. Not the way she did when she was dressed as a civilian.

[big_blue_boyscout]

He smiles as he he just flies, and then walks along with her. It really is nice to have Cir-El around. There's just something infectious about her cheeriness. If you're around her, you can't help but be in a good mood, and after a murder scene, it's something Clark appreciates.

"So have I missed out on anything exciting?" He asks, striking up a conversation.

[cir_el]

"Well, Giganta attacked the 4th of July charity carnival in Gotham a while back. And since Iron Maiden and her team took down Dr. Strangefate it seems like reality is still well...correcting itself." She shrugged a little. "Beyond that it's been the usual day-to-day things. Just helping people in need wherever I find them. Until this most recent thing anyway." Seeing the sign hanging outside of the bar always made her smile. There was a certain comfort to be found in knowing there was a place where wearing a costume was not only acceptable but expected and welcomed.

"Oracle tells me that Mr. Stark knows something about this guy. So I was thinking I'd give him a call later and see what he can tell me."

[big_blue_boyscout]

"That's good to hear." He says with a smile, opening the door for her as he's always the gentleman. He raises an eyebrow at the mention of Tony, however.

"What do you think he knows?"

[cir_el]

"Well it seems like he's encountered this guy more than once. Maybe he knows something about why he does it or how he can be stopped? It's worth a shot I think."

The green lit interior was always interesting to see. And the statues in glass tubes in particular. Maybe not as interesting as fish tanks but cool nonetheless. Cir-El gave a little nod of appreciation as they entered. Smiling cheerfully.

[big_blue_boyscout]

"It is." Clark agreed, but you can tell he's going to say more. "Just be careful around Tony. he's got a certain reputation around women and ..." He scratches the back of his head, trying to find the right words. It's kind of cute to watch Clark trying not to sound over-protective. She is his daughter after all.

[cir_el]

"Oh yeah" Mia agrees, giving a short chuckle "I've seen the newspaper articles. And the magazine clippings. And the accompanying youtube footage" She gives a sigh and a shake of the head.

"He's a good teammate on the JAS but that's as far as it goes."