Captain Carol 'Avenger' Danvers
Thunderbird approaches her.. and she half expects him to try something dumb. He stops before her, his intent is Carol, obviously. With a little scowl she stares up… waaay up… at him. Her eyes narrow a moment when he says he has to speak to her. And that its important. "Hey James" She says simply at first. She discretely looks him up and down.
Not bad.
Once more Carol glances in the direction Charlotte is running, and then back to James she looks as she speaks with a little smile.
"I'm really sure it's important. But listen, hunkahunk, I got something to take care of. You work here, so I know where to find you for the important thing."
Yep, she's pretty much blowing him off for the moment. He's a very handsome man… and Carol is Carol so she notices that. But she has another mission at the moment. Her gaze lingers on him as she now turns, tugging down a little on the rim of her Red Sox cap.
She would have to give the cops credit, they're doing their best to get the situation under control. But she knows this is way to beyond the point of being controlled. But she feels she can at least deal with the gal that Jenna points out to her. But then again… is she so sure the one she's tracking is the one with the ear-splitting attack is the actual perp? Well, only one way to find out!
As she makes her way towards Charlotte, the younger girl stops to talk to someone. Short gnarly lookin fella. An accomplice? Pal? Logan starts to turn towards Carol, locking eyes with her. Carol absently reaches up and brushes her fingers against her right ear, wiping some of the lingering blue blood from it. Her eyes stare into his, and she recognizes that look. He's not going to politely step out of a girl's way like a gentleman. No, he wants to deck it out. Which is very fine with her. Who could possibly take a punch from Carol? Maybe hunkahunk… but surely not the angry looking little fella that decides to block her path.
But we may never know, because yet another obstacle makes itself known.
"Stop right there! Hands behind your head!"
Carol stops and looks over her shoulder… at 3 police officer aiming their tasers at her. One of her eyebrows perk up as she realizes what's happening.
There is chaos around them… and some would argue she's the one that instigated it. With her flashy little show… the way the man crumbled before her… blowing up the amplifier… the police can't say for sure exactly where this whole powder keg started going sideways, but Carol would be a good place to start.
Now you may say to yourself… Carol certainly didn't start it! Being able to look back and analyze a situation is great and all, but these cops don't have that luxury. They can only react to what they see in that split second. Part of the reason they never get as much credit as they deserve. They are serving the peace, but can't always see every part of every situation.
"Listen guys…" Carol has stopped, of course, her hands out at her sides a little. She glances to Logan with a scowl, and then turns her attentions to the cops. She turns slooowly to face them as she continues.
"I'm not" she is interrupted as one of the cops screams, edging closer as he aims his taser at her.
"Hands behind your head right now! Right now!" another of the officers yells at almost the same time
"On your knees! Get down!" Carol looks between them… and then she sighs. Her hands suddenly drop to her sides as she exclaims in a weary tone.
"Okay enough. I'm tryi--!!!" She gasps as all 3 of them suddenly fire on her. The barbed taser probes are barely able to break her skin (Kree physiology and all), but they do put little tears in her jacket. The officers unload an electrical current through the taser lines… but it frankly doesn't do much. No, not because she's immune to electricity. But since the barbs of the tasers didn't get a good grip, there's nowhere for the current to run. Carol glances down, and then up to the officers with an angered look. As one the cops' eyes widen, and one of them even drops his taser.
"This damn world is all messed up now! Since when do you guys fire your crap at me?!" She says in an angry tone. And as she speaks… her body suddenly just ignites in a brilliant white and blue cascade of pulsing energy. She draws her fist back, her hair swaying upwards under her cap. The officers for the most part draw back, their arms drawing up in defense and fear. Carol grits her teeth, but she lowers her hand slowly. She then reaches down and pulls the taser lines from her shirt, ripping it a little more.
"Son of a…" she utters, throwing the barbs down. She sees the men cowering before her… her body still shimmering with cosmic energy. One of the cops start to stand again, grasping his taser as he looks to Carol.
She turns then, her eyes locking on Logan. Even though she's wearing aviator sunglasses, he would see her eyes suddenly glowing brightly behind them. Her knees bend, and she suddenly launches into the air. As she does, a pulse wave of energy comes from her form. Just enough force to make those nearest to her stumble back. She could have taken off more smoothly… but she's not happy. Those with vantage points would see a single shimmering light rising up into the skies, leaving a brief trail of energy. That point of light pulses brightly, and continues upwards… up… up…. up… until it's out of sight…
Where to now? Where do we go from here? Well that's up to those that received the 'message'. And yes, even Carol hears it. But not until she's broken orbit.
Yep, she now just floats above the planet, an angry look on her features. She turns a little as she floats there, looking back at the planet. The voice in her head… it was such a calming tone… a pleading tone… like someone asking her personally that they needed help. What would Talos say? She looks in the general direction of the United States far below… and towards the eastern part of it… then north… in the general direction of New York. She would ask Talos for his advice, but she has a feeling she knows what he would say. She thinks she knows what she has to do.
Once more she turns as she floats, her body flaring up once more. She is suddenly moving towards the moon…
Almost 10 minutes pass, and she is lowering herself onto the dark surface of the moon. In silence she touches down, moondust rising slightly along her feet. The moondust actually starts to cling to her boots as she now walks along the surface. She quints a little, particles of dust around her above the surface. Not technically in the 'air', since there is no air on the moon. She looks around herself as she walks upon the surface, something she does quite often actually. If you want to get away from it all… well the moon is a good place to do it. She is in the 'Sea of Serenity'.. Mare Serenitatis. When she was a child, sitting up on that hill with her binoculars, this is where she would always look. This spot on the moon. She dreamed of becoming an astronaut and landing here. To be the first woman on the moon. Well.. she supposes technically she is… but certainly not the way she envisioned it.
Almost a half hour passes of her just… walking. Hands in the pockets of her jackets, eyes on the lunar surface before her. As if she were just strolling through the park. A park of eternal darkness, 5/6 of total gravity and no oxygen. Otherwise just like a park. She comes to a slow halt as she nears a small pile of rocks. Crouching down, she effortlessly lifts one of the large rocks off the pile, setting it aside. The rock about 3 feet wide. Then she would reach into the hollow between the rocks and pull out a small metallic case. Carol sets it down next to her as she remains crouching, and she waves her hand over it. The cases gives a soft blue flash (as the energy field protecting it deactivates), and she opens it. As if it were a normal suitcase. And inside… a blue and red uniform… she frowns a little as she stares down at it, and then towards the big beautiful Earth above her. She swore these days were over… but maybe not… looking back to the case, she grasps the uniform inside…
