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Player Name: Shira
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Character Name: Shayera (Hawkgirl) Hol
Character Fandom: Justice League/Justice League Unlimited, DCA

[Shayera awoke on a grassy meadow in a damp white dress that even she would consider short, with a pain in her back and her mace immediately to her right.

Well. Things could be worse.

Slowly, so as not to attract attention in case someone was watching her, she reached out for the hilt of her familiar weapon. Once she had it in her hand, Shayera immediately sprang to her feet.

Oh good. There was no one in sight. Peachy. That meant there was no one around to immediately pound for answers. She attempted to take to the sky, but her back immediately exploded in pain.]

What the--

[She craned her head to see two tiny useless golden wings between her two Thanagarian ones. Now that annoyed her.]

All right, whatever joker thought it was a good idea to take away my clothes and leave me my mace should come out now so we can share a good laugh.

[Glancing around again, she located a book. Picking it up, she saw her name on it.]

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

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[And then there was John's voice through the book. The last time she'd seen him... Shayera steeled herself. This would be exactly the weakness she would attack, if it was some sort of trick. She would have to make sure it wasn't a weakness.]

You always did need to work on your sense of humor. Where am I?

[He was from a little ways ahead. And had time to settle into Luceti, this time without Clark, Bruce, and Diana. Shayera, though. This was going to be a first.]

This enclosure we're situated in is called Luceti by the organization containing us her. The planet has no known name, but we're in another universe, far beyond Oa's reach. Neat as I can tell, we've been brought here through some kind of rift in time and space. Unfortunately our captors have been keeping me and my fellow prisoners in the dark on further details.

[...uh-huh.

Well, the first thing to do would be to make sure that he was who he said he was.]

So you're telling me this is worst than that time on Battle Planet?

[Or. You know. War World. But without a pause, only John would know that, and that it had been Superman who had been trapped.]

Couldn't tell you. It was Flash and Wonder Woman that were on War World.

[He knows the deal. He's given enough information to correct her, but not give away everything. After all, she has to prove she's on the level too.]

Oh sure, I guess if you put the two of them together you can get Superman.

[Which meant it really was John. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or if that made it even worse.

On the plus side, at least that meant that the information he shared was as true as he knew it to be. Lying wasn't John's strong suit. Unlike...]

Location?

[They've chatted enough on the journal already.]

A meadow? It looks like it's someplace out of a storybook.

[She knows, she knows. Enough with the sarcasm; give him something he can use. She's not sure she wants his help, but if he was willing to come and find her, then... Shayera tilted her head and listened. Her senses felt oddly dull, but she could still make out the sound of running water.]

I can hear a stream. It's about a mile away.

I'll meet you in the air. I'll be the bright glowing guy.

[Which really stood out at night. Shame it wasn't night time. Regardless, he's already in the air and tracing a flight path along the river, headed north.]

[With her mace in hand, Shayera didn't really need her wings to fly. Still, the pain in her back was... noteworthy.

Like hell she'd let him see it.]

I'll be there.

[Without another word, she closed her book and took to the air.]

[It won't take long to meet up. Benefit of flying superheroes. When he meets her in the air, he takes a quick look over her, crosses his arms, and maintains a professional distance.]

Shayera. [Even though he's had time, it's still hard to fall back into old habits. Especially after what the two of them had been together.]

[It was impossible to miss the distance between them. She'd studied him closely enough, even before they had become involved. This was a professional distance, and she understood it, but it hurt all the same.]

Hello, John.

[Even when they were together, it was rare that he'd show any kind of closeness while 'on the job'. Now as no exception.]

Four months. That's how long I've been here. Before you ask, that's where the 'time' part of the rift comes in.

[Four months. Great.]

In the 'How could you have been missing for four months without the League tearing the world apart' sense?

That's the one. Truth is, I've already been here once. I returned to the tower the exact moment I left without a single memory of this place. Then a few missions later, I was here again and suddenly surprised that I actually forgot being here.

You realize this is hard to believe, right?

What was it Wally said? "I've got a martian on speed dial."

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[A flash of humor crossed her face before it faded.]

Do you? Who else is here?

A bunch of kids- Teen Titans. They're from alternate universes. Justice League in each one of them, but key differences otherwise. Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman were all here at one point, but they left at the same time I did originally.

[The same time he did.]

Just how many times are you saying you've been here?

Third time's the charm, right?

[A hint of a smirk at that, but he was not amused by it at all. He'd had his own history of failures, but none quite as bad as this.]

[Three times? Shayera doesn't bother hiding her surprise or her annoyance. It's not at him, but this entire situation is lighting her frayed fuse.]

And you don't know what's bringing us here? Or why they see fit to do this?

[She turns around so he can see her wings within wings.]

[He raises an eyebrow at that. He'd always wondered what it would do to someone already with wings. Well...]

It's a bio-morphic side effect of arriving in this universe. I've got them too. So do the Malnosso.

[Shayera tilted her head to get a better view of John's wings.]

Cute. [Pathetic, really. Look at the dinky little things.] They can't possibly work.

[She was stalling, really. He'd given her all the pieces of information she needed in order to put the situation together, and she didn't like it one bit. She didn't want to have to say it, not when they were talking so civilly after... but she would have to say it, in a moment.]

Oh, they work. Just enough to be a pain in the backside. But that's all they do.

[Though he looks down at the village warily.]

Problem is, the people on this world are born with wings like yours. There's a whole army filled with them just itching to wipe us out. You might run into people who aren't very good at telling the difference.

[...great, she's kidnapped and brought into a new world and still going to be considered scum.

Shayera rested the head of her mace in one hand almost contemplatively.]

Then I guess I won't have to worry about winning any popularity contests.