one ✩ voice

[boobwindow]

[ The ID on the Network appears as Power Girl.

As the audio begins, anyone with a good ear or paying close attention will notice there isn’t complete radio silence between the time the feed turns on and when a woman begins speaking. There’s a passing wind that lightly filters in through the speaker – and are those wings flapping in the distance? ]

Okay, I get it; Lachesis does not appreciate a hands on approach. Does she really call herself that? I guess she doesn’t get memos, but I thought I washed my hands of this alternate universe mess a while ago and I’m seriously not interested in being apart of it.

The City... that’s original. [ A light scoff. ] Should have stuck with New York.

If anyone from the JSA or the League is—oh. One second. [ The audio cuts for about five minutes before it’s switched back on and Peej sighs. ] That was a close call.

Sorry, as I was saying: All-stars or JSA, Leaguers, Titans, heck even Legionnaires ... this is Power Girl. I think I’ve gotten the gist of the situation, but if there’s anything else I need to be briefed on get in contact with me ASAP.

[ Not that her voice will betray how she really feels, but she really hopes she’s not stuck in another alternate universe by herself again. ]

Comments

private

[boobwindow]

Can't even get close with super speed. She's paranoid.

private

[viced]

You're telling me, and I talk to machines. If I can't get back, it's pretty fucking hopeless.

private

[boobwindow]

[ The mayor's a meta? ]

Did the Porter give you that ability?

private

[viced]

No, I had these abilities back where I come from.

private

[boobwindow]

That must be real handy to have as a mayor.

private

[viced]

Not really. They're superpowers, they're not necessarily relevant to the job. At least not for politics, maybe if I was in engineering.

private

[boobwindow]

You never know when they might come in handy.

private

[viced]

Believe me, I do.

I've had them for almost fifteen years now.

private

[boobwindow]

[ A pause. ]

You didn't always have them?

private

[viced]

No, ah. It's a recent-ish development. No big deal, from what I hear, it happens to people in some worlds from time to time.

private

[boobwindow]

Could be you've always had the ability, it just didn't activate until later on. If Doctor Mid-Nite were here he could probably tell you.

private

[viced]

No, it wasn't fucking like that at all. I know exactly how I got them, and it was pure shit luck.

private

[boobwindow]

I would seriously appreciate it if you stopped talking to me like that.

private

[viced]

Christ, sorry. [ He's really trying, but talking about his powers brings it back out. ]

private

[boobwindow]

Now, you want to explain?

private

[viced]

Unfortunately, I have an agreement with the NSA that prevents me from speaking too much about my powers. Even saying what I have is skirting the line.

[ As is the lie, it's the NSA back home, not here. ]

private

[boobwindow]

[ Really? That just makes her squint at this entire conversation, but she won't push it. More important things to deal with. ]

Alright, and -- [ She pauses. ] Sorry, give me a second.

private

[viced]

Everything okay, or is the reality crushing in?

private

[boobwindow]

[ The audio is cut for several minutes before it's flicked back on. ]

Is today catch a window washer day? That's the second time that's happened...

private

[viced]

[ A pause. If silence was a moment of boyish fanboying, this would be it. ]

Ah, people falling off? You can fly, then? [ like he doesn't know. ]

private

[boobwindow]

That and a whole lot of other things. [ She turns on the video then, so he can catch her floating above an area of Central Park. ]

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[viced]

Oh. Well that's pretty handy. [ He'll do video for you peej. Which gives her a view of an office. And his circuit-scarred mug. ]

I had to build a jet pack to pull that back in my superhero days, I bet it's a lot easier like that.

private; video

[boobwindow]

[ Excuse her as she focuses on that... detail. ]

Uh.

... You were in the business, too?

[ That looked like it hurt once upon a time. ]

private; video

[viced]

I don't know if I'd call it a business where I come from. More like attempting and failing. There's a reason I'm in politics.

You look a lot better suited for that kind of thing, honestly.

private; video

[boobwindow]

[ She finally tears her eyes off the circuits or whatever it is on his face. ]

I have to admit it's not for everyone. Politics are likely your calling -- and mine is punching idiots who disrupt the peace in the face. [ It all works out in the end. ]