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Alex is missing.

She's gone pretty deep undercover before - granted, that was before Kara was in on her secret spy life, so apparently "being swamped by research data" was code for "going undercover," as was a few other... truth-twists Alex had to tell. Since Kara's helping out, though, Alex keeps her in the loop. And, if something occurs and Alex can't at least comm in, J'onn fills Kara in, so she at least knows her sister is safe. Or, well, as safe as she could ever be.

But it's been two days, and Alex hasn't commed, and J'onn says the assignment she was sent on is a classified extraction but that Alex has gone quiet for him too, which is... unusual. Unusual! How does J'onn make everything sound so calm and so dire at the same time?

After an obscene amount of badgering mixed with begging and a little bribery, J'onn gives Kara the locale and rough directions on how to get there. The place is off the beaten path to be sure, and apparently stuck in some old, icy-looking castle, deep in some forests. Where the hell has this place been hiding, Utah??

Kara doesn't care. She has a map, she has determination, and she's going to find her sister.

Most of the trip can be made in the sky, and Kara soars over cities and parks, until she wanders out into wilder territory that looks more like the farm she grew up on, and then even wilder than that. It's dusk when she drops down deep into the heart of some gnarled woods, immediately tripping over a tree root.

"Oh - ugh! Dammit!" she hisses, picking herself up and straightening her cape. After said cape gets caught on the third tree limb, however, she unclips it and winds it around her arms, clutching it against her and wandering deeper in the forests. She thinks she has the right path, pulling out her satnav to double check herself - and yeah. She's going the right way.

But there should be, well, a path, right? Leading to something as fancy as a castle. But there's nothing like that, just another mile or two of hugging trees that make dusk look like the dead of night. Which is fine. Totally fine and not spooky at all. Definitely.

Not that it matters because if Alex is in trouble, Kara can face a damn spooky forest to rescue her. And anything else that comes her way.

Like wolves.

"Oooooh-kay, nice wolves," Kara whispers as the advancing white, snarling wolves growl all around her. She doesn't want to hurt them! She's invading their space, and maybe it's weird that they think she looks delicious, but she can't judge that either! But she also doesn't want to be wolf chow in the middle of the forest. One wolf barks, strides forward, breaking into a run, and Kara purses her lips before channeling some energy and shooting twin fiery beams from her eyes, lighting the forest floor between her and the wolves on fire. She forms a half-circle behind herself and then runs, half-leaping and half-flying, but she still hears wolves pattering behind her. Not as many as before she started a freaking forest fire, but still enough to be a problem.

There's a clearing up ahead, and she doesn't know if this is the place or not, but she knows it's gotten colder as she's ran deeper in the forest, and as she collides face-first with a wrought-iron gate, she's concerned for a moment that she's immediately gotten frostbite just from the quick contact. It's freezing.

But luckily for her, the gate opens, and Kara stumbles in, slamming the gate closed behind her and separating her from the three very persistent wolves that followed her. They snap at her, shoving their muzzles through the bars of the gate, but they don't try to push it open, almost like an invisible line drawn in the ground that they won't dare to cross. That's... weird, at best. Okay.

"Okay! Onwards and upwards," Kara says, to no one. She can see her breath when she talks, and when she finally turns around, in front of her stands a ginormous castle, and every pyre and sharp, jutting point is covered in snow. In snow.

It's July.

"What the... whatever. Come on, feet."

She heads toward the weird, weather-defying castle, and knocks on the ornate, blackened wood double doors. After a moment, they ease open, silent, foreboding, and leading to inky darkness inside.

Kara peeks her head inside, squinting as she adjusts to the darkness. "Hello?"
iisupergirlii: (super hearing)
It's been a slow day.

There's always these lulls. Granted, Kara is talking with a whole two years of experience under her belt, but in her experience, there's lulls. Sometimes they're more like the eye of a storm, but lately? There just hasn't been much... to do? She's stopped some thugs, saved a baby in the streets, and visited the local Girl Scout troop, but right now she's... just flying.

It's evening, and Kara enjoys this quiet time to herself - the comm is silent; there's no sharp dings of best friends being in trouble and activating watches. CatCo is... running smoothly, and Kara turned in all her articles by the deadline. So, now she gets to fly and watch the sunset.

Which of course means that she hears the quick (too quick) fliiiick of cards shuffling in the alleyway below her and some flashy, superspeed words. None of it is uncommon to street hustlers, but it's just a little too fast. Weird. Maybe she should have a look.
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Hey, guys, if you're waiting on a tag for me (or Tris or Mia or Reinhardt or Belle), then please bear with me. I didn't want to comment on every single person and clog up inboxes, but if any of y'all see this:

I had a death in my family, and money is also really tight and stressful right now. Both of those things have just left me.... not really up for tagging lately. Sorry.

I fully intend to pick up every thread sitting in my inbox! So, unless you've lost interest (and I really understand that), I will still tag you! It just might be a little while. I've got spring break in a week and a half. Maybe I can recharge then and crank a lank some stuff out with the adorable superhero + friends.

iisupergirlii: (cuz)
It was rare that Kara and Clark weren't saving the world, or being ace reporters, or trying to have some semblance of a dating life at the same time so they could do more than Facetime for five minutes once a week and catch up. But, finally, they had planned a mini-House of El vacation for the weekend, away from Metropolis and National City.

Kara was so excited. Maybe she had planned too many activities, but whatever, you know? Too much was better than too little!

"Okay, so, whenever you get here, we have dinner at this crunchy granola hippie shack? It's all organic and vegan, but I figured... what the heck! They raise money for charity and they don't support freegans, so it sounds legit. And there's thirteen hard to pronounce smoothies on the website's menu that I think I have to try.

"And then I thought about line dancing? I mean, me and Alex always say we're going to learn to line dance but then we don't. But I wasn't sure if you were a dancer. So, feel free to vote on that one," Kara said into her phone that was balanced between her ear and shoulder as she started unpacking her suitcase in her temporary bedroom.
iisupergirlii: (dawning horror)
Kara and guilt are best friends, honestly, by now. And it seems like guilt just likes to keep piling on and on her, but she deserves it after how she acts. She needs to train, needs to study, needs to figure out how to control herself on red Kryptonite, to not be so susceptible.

She hurts people. She takes advantage of people. And she does really embarrassing sexual things with people that she'd normally never do. Well... maybe she'd do it, but certainly not like that.

So, that's why she's here, looking for Vincent, to... make amends. Apologize profusely. Whatever she needs to do. She doesn't really know him, but that just makes what they did worse. She's not even sure if he liked it! Oh Rao, what if he didn't want it. What if she...

She remembers. She thinks she remembers. Unless hope is just clouding things, oh frick. She's basically a terrible person.

She licks her lips, walking in the nebulous, weird meeting place they'd first met, and goes up to Vincent, leaning on a railing, and stands beside him. She pushes her glasses up her nose and clears her throat to get his attention.

"Um... Vincent? Hi... hi there."


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