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 Those are Fighting Words (Black Adam)
Ioanna Zoe
 Posted: Oct 24 2017, 10:14 AM
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Miss Red
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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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OUTFIT: here
NOTE: Bleh


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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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