Post by BijuuGuy on Aug 9, 2024 21:20:12 GMT
Kara Danvers hated being late. It was one of her pet peeves, especially when it came to herself. Even as one of the fastest people on Earth, she still managed to achieve the human "feat" of being late. She had made a mental note of it more than she could count, remembering every time she did so. Yet to little avail. A difficult feat when half of her life was dedicated to being a protector. A champion for those in need. Striving to make her home a better place. It was why she was Sup---
KRAKOOOOOOM
Jemm had been in SWORD's custody for a long while, awaiting transfer to Titan to be tried under Saturnian laws. Instead, the capable alien escaped his confinement, stole one of their space-faring suits and attempted to take off in one of SWORD's crafts. Unfortunately for him, the organization immediately deployed their handy Kryptonian, as much as Supergirl held disdain for being seemingly treated more as a tool than an actual employee. Regardless, Jemm was dangerous, as evidenced by his strength and now, the violet beam of energy hurtling towards Kara in that little crater.
Not wearing a breathing apparatus at the moment, Kara had free range to use her heat vision. As the two beams clashed, the Kryptonian gradually rose from her stony bed, getting a proper foothold again to push herself off the ground and fly towards her opponent. With her added boost and subsequent intensification of her heat vision, Kara finally managed to "overload" her foe, so to speak. Jemm was finally weakened enough to restrain him once more. Supergirl handed the alien back to his previous captors and immediately (and unceremoniously) flew away at tremendous speeds from the gray rock. Had she had the time, she would've bid farewell with a well-placed quip. Alas, literally neither time or space allowed for either. A deadline was calling.
The sensation of entering Earth's atmosphere had become commonplace, but there was something admittedly very cool still about a person doing so under their own power. Kara smirked slightly, soaring through the atmosphere and ending up roughly above Seattle. From there, she had only one destination in mind. In no time at all, Kara landed on the roof of CatCo, speeding her way inside to meet the eponymous Cat Grant. Her boss for a long while, yet never losing the intimidation factor. In the middle of all that quick movement, the up and coming journalist changed from her hero suit to a more casual combination of pants and a dotted shirt, always finished with her pair of glasses.
Kara counted her prayers that she no longer had to get Cat her coffee, because getting reprimanded for that was worse than perhaps any other offense at CatCo. Regardless, she was there to get a verdict on her Protectorate piece, which was meant to shine a light on the group's presence in Seattle and how that impacts everyday life. But perhaps more importantly, how it impacts enhanced humans and aliens like. Kara had strong opinions on how they operated, a lot of which she tried to translate to the article without inserting too much of Supergirl in there. She knew Cat was demanding, but Kara was confident that a piece like that would make a difference.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Grant! There was a crime on Main Street that held up traffic."
Entering Cat's office, Kara did her expert imitation of being winded as she spoke. Over the years, she had become a true thespian in only that one skill.
"But I'm here now! You wanted to go over the article before publishing?"
Her expression beamed of hopefulness. Unlike Ms Grant, Kara was stunningly easy to read, which she knew wholeheartedly. It was a boon in some situations, a hindrance in others. Here, she was hoping that her intentions and prose would be accentuated by said hope.
