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 Those are Fighting Words (Black Adam)
Ioanna Zoe
 Posted: Oct 24 2017, 10:14 AM
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I will not avoid the danger but will brave it. I will face my mortality and come out the victor, for there is always something worth living for.



You keep my heart under the cover of night
Could be the devil in a clever disguise
March 22nd, 2017

Ioanna does not live directly in D.C. but her work brings her here a lot and she lives near enough that she often finds herself keeping watch over it. It keeps her life adequately interesting when there is a shortage of work in her forge (or popsicles in the freezer) and this world faces a deficiency in justice. True, the sort of justice she has been dealing out has felt wholly...insufficient...as she has attempted to live by the rules of these people. Oftentimes her hard work is voided by the shortcomings of Earth’s justice system which has challenged her determination to ‘do as the Romans’ as her frustrations mounted.

On top of that, Ioanna fears that her skills might be waning with the pitiful lack of a good threat. The majority of this planet’s criminals pose no challenge whatsoever. They hide behind weapons such as guns because they lack any other prowess whatsoever. Though you would think that they would at least work to improve their aim. Amateurs.

She has frequently contemplated why she is even sticking around this skill-less, justice-less rock of a planet. Ioanna could go home. Things are normal there. And she misses her family. She wonders if her brothers have found suitable mates yet. Maybe they already started on their own families. Is her father well?

This planet just seems hardly worth missing everything else.

The woman lands on a rooftop, taking a step forward to securely plant her feet, meanwhile folding her wings against her back with a flutter so every feather arranges itself neatly. Ioanna pushes the visor of her helmet up as she scans the city within her extended line of sight - the height of her perch giving her sharp vision excellent range to work. She had just stopped a mugging in progress but it was as monotonous as ever. Ioanna is thinking about going home when she hears a sound behind her; no it is more like a stirring on her senses, on her instincts, a slight change in the air.

A shift of her weight and she spins to meet the new arrival, halberd hefted and gestured just enough towards the man who had chosen to ‘sneak up’ on her that it would be considered a threat. “What is your business here?” she snaps, an ancient accent on her tongue as she bristles; he might recognize it, though there are some slight differences. And by ‘here’ she means what does he mean by just appearing behind her. She is clearly not intimidated by the newcomer’s size (compared to her deceivingly slight stature) as she glares fiercely at him.
Temptation leads us, it's too late for goodbye
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Teth-Adam
 Posted: Jan 12 2018, 09:58 PM
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This world belongs to no one!


Teth did not live anywhere near this place they called 'Washington D.C.,' but he was there. Apparently there was some archaeological find that they wanted appraised, or other. Before he left, he was told to be careful and avoid some parts of the city. He replied he would, but the comment piqued his interest. Dangerous areas? Surely, there would be crime afoot. Something to keep him busy during the hours between the sessions at the museum and away from Captain Marvel, at that. He could do whatever he wanted and be safe; at least, from him. There were no guarantees about the rest of the Justice League.

This new world was strange. One would think they would welcome his talents to bring safety and justice with open arms, yet they did the opposite. He was exiled, vilified, forever marked as wicked, evil by both Shazam and the Justice League. It was exhausting, being hidden, looking over his shoulder. But soon enough, he would not have to bother with espionage. He was planning something.

But enough of that. There were vermin to be exterminated. But as he went to prevent an innocent from being robbed, someone got there before him. It was like a vulture, an eagle swooping down to take a mouse from the earth. However, this was no true bird. This was some kind of a person with wings! Perplexed, he followed her as she perched upon a building, having no trouble with his magical gifts aiding him.

Yet she noticed him almost immediately. How? He was a fair distance behind her and his ascent made almost no sound. Regardless, a weapon was pointed at him as if it was supposed to be some kind of a threat. He huffed, replying, "None of yours. But what is your purpose here? You sound like..." a brief pause, sentimentality, "a child of the Nile."

Her accent brought him back thousands of years, reminding him of a time he missed so much now. Though, on the outside, he remained stone-cold, maintaining the composure of a soldier, save for a slightly trembling expression.

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Ioanna Zoe
 Posted: Jan 21 2018, 08:16 PM
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I will not avoid the danger but will brave it. I will face my mortality and come out the victor, for there is always something worth living for.



You keep my heart under the cover of night
Could be the devil in a clever disguise
Of course she noticed him. She would have no pride as a hunter if she were to have overlooked his approach. He does not appear intimidated or threatened by her readied halberd, but then she supposes a man of his size (and ability judging by the way he floats upon the air) would not be easily cowed. This, of course, is no matter to her. Ioanna has bested such foes before; should he prove to be a foe though, of course, she is not leaving such things up to chance by lowering her guard before the stranger.

His reply is arrogant and dismissive and her lip curls with irritation. The nerve. Even more so, he has the gall to turn her question back on her. She snorts incredulously and her glare intensifies. “And how is my purpose any more your business than your business mine?” she snips back irately. If anything, his purpose is her business, as she has taken this city under the wing of her protection! Strange floating men with lightning bolts blazing across their chests are indeed a cause for wariness.

But do not confuse her watchfulness for fear. She does not fear the unknown.

Child of the nile? Her sharp hearing does not allow her to miss the sentimental pause and her keen sigh affords her a clear view of his wavering expression. Her brow furrows but her arm never wobbles and her weapon’s aim never falters. “Considering it was my race’s influence that nurtured ancient Egypt’s language and culture, it is all that surprising?”

She turns her head in order to regard him for a silent moment at a different angle, tipping her head slightly then. Curiosity blooms, and perhaps a little spark of hope ignites in her homesick heart. “Can you understand me?” she asks in Thanagarian, the same that became the language of a civilization that soon thrived. It feels like a long shot and Io knows that hope can be a blessing turned against you, but it would be nice to hear her mother tongue.
Temptation leads us, it's too late for goodbye
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Teth-Adam
 Posted: Yesterday at 01:06 am
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The bird-woman seemed to be getting riled up over him already. He had not exactly come here looking for a fight, but he would be more than happy to oblige. He needed to flex his muscles a little and get back into practice. "Because I am Black Adam, and this world is under my protection," he explained to her as if it was some simple universal truth everyone should know. It really should have been known by everyone, but to most he was considered a villain still. She seemed not to know him at all, which gave the chance for a good first impression.

"Your race?" he inquired. Her race... "Are you divine?" That was the only logical conclusion, judging by her wings, her armor, and her accent. And what she said. Her race shaped his people into what they were. The gods were the only ones appropriately creditable for such a feat. However, he wanted to know before he stupidly took a knee before her. It could easily be that she was not and this was a mistake, so he held his gesture back for a moment to wait and observe. This very peculiar woman was already confusing him.

"Yes." His eyes widened, "How do you know this tongue? It has been... so long. Three thousand years."

He alighted on the rooftop, grasping the lightning bolt spread over his pecs. Three thousand years, all robbed from him by one horrible man. Shazam. He had vowed to get revenge before, but it never hurt to renew one's oaths, now did it?

"I was lost to time, but I have returned to my vigil,"
he told her. "The justice on this world has grown soft and weak; it needs an iron fist."

Whether she agreed with him or not, that remained to be seen. This woman of the wing seemed to be an aggressive type and a worthy ally. Would she become a friend? No, he had no friends and never would, but someone he could trust on a lighter level would be crucial to his grand designs for a crusade.
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