[At least she's wearing normal clothes and not her costume. She blends in a little more in this confused group of people than she would if she had a cape. At first she stays quiet, listening to the discussions and disagreements and arguments around her, and then she tunes them out and listens to the jungle. There's a weird silence uphill, like there isn't really anything there, which doesn't make sense, even deserted mountaintops have something making a sound.
Luckily she doesn't need to dwell on that too much, when she listens in the other direction she can clearly hear the ocean, and people. A lot of people. Rowdy, violent people, but still people.]
...I don't think we're supposed to go up. I can hea—I mean, I'd guess there are probably people down that way.
Tortuga
[She hadn't really meant to pick up the man—the pirate? Was he really a pirate? He looked like one, and he really smelled like one. When Kara had grabbed his wrist, she'd just wanted to get him to stop petting her hair, but he'd slipped in the, oh wow she hopes that's mud, and she'd just automatically hefted him up to stop him from falling.
And then she had him dangling in midair like he weighed nothing at all, which…well, he didn't, not to her, but no one else knew that. She'd apologized when she set him down, at least, but she can hear the people around her whispering about her, that gentry-looking girl with hair like polished-up gold and her demon-given strength. So she does the only thing she can think of: she pretends, cradling her arm tight to her chest and wincing in pain, as if she'd injured herself terribly during that display, and even limps a little bit toward the nearest tavern. Overselling it a little, maybe? Maybe.
It's a stage-whisper to the nearest person who looks sort of out of place, like her:] Is anyone staring? Did anyone see that? No one saw that, right?
Mirror [Outside the city and finally away from prying eyes, she'd tried just. Flying home. That sure hadn't worked. Kara had been maybe a dozen or so miles out over the ocean and then just…the only word is teleported right back to where she'd started, the exact spot in the forest above the city. Right back into her footprints. There's no point in trying that again, not if this place is going to be like that about it. She's stuck.
And when she shoves her hands into her dress pockets with an angry huff, she finds a mirror there. At first it's just a mirror, not one she's ever seen before, but she can see that weird mark better with the help of the mirror, and then after touching the glass a few times, she can hear murmurs, like conversation.]
Hello? Is there someone on the other side of this? Is this a 'Through the Looking Glass' thing?
Kara Danvers Zor-El | DCTV | OTA
[At least she's wearing normal clothes and not her costume. She blends in a little more in this confused group of people than she would if she had a cape. At first she stays quiet, listening to the discussions and disagreements and arguments around her, and then she tunes them out and listens to the jungle. There's a weird silence uphill, like there isn't really anything there, which doesn't make sense, even deserted mountaintops have something making a sound.
Luckily she doesn't need to dwell on that too much, when she listens in the other direction she can clearly hear the ocean, and people. A lot of people. Rowdy, violent people, but still people.]
...I don't think we're supposed to go up. I can hea—I mean, I'd guess there are probably people down that way.
Tortuga
[She hadn't really meant to pick up the man—the pirate? Was he really a pirate? He looked like one, and he really smelled like one. When Kara had grabbed his wrist, she'd just wanted to get him to stop petting her hair, but he'd slipped in the, oh wow she hopes that's mud, and she'd just automatically hefted him up to stop him from falling.
And then she had him dangling in midair like he weighed nothing at all, which…well, he didn't, not to her, but no one else knew that. She'd apologized when she set him down, at least, but she can hear the people around her whispering about her, that gentry-looking girl with hair like polished-up gold and her demon-given strength. So she does the only thing she can think of: she pretends, cradling her arm tight to her chest and wincing in pain, as if she'd injured herself terribly during that display, and even limps a little bit toward the nearest tavern. Overselling it a little, maybe? Maybe.
It's a stage-whisper to the nearest person who looks sort of out of place, like her:] Is anyone staring? Did anyone see that? No one saw that, right?
Mirror
[Outside the city and finally away from prying eyes, she'd tried just. Flying home. That sure hadn't worked. Kara had been maybe a dozen or so miles out over the ocean and then just…the only word is teleported right back to where she'd started, the exact spot in the forest above the city. Right back into her footprints. There's no point in trying that again, not if this place is going to be like that about it. She's stuck.
And when she shoves her hands into her dress pockets with an angry huff, she finds a mirror there. At first it's just a mirror, not one she's ever seen before, but she can see that weird mark better with the help of the mirror, and then after touching the glass a few times, she can hear murmurs, like conversation.]
Hello? Is there someone on the other side of this? Is this a 'Through the Looking Glass' thing?