The League (Arkanial+Sephora
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				Title: <strong>The League (Arkanial+Sephora</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 20:32:10</strong>
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				Supergirl, otherwise known as Kara Carter, was currently lounging about on the Kent’s couch; lazily flipping through television channels.&nbsp; &nbsp;She’d practiced enough in the morning, there was no reason that she had to spend her entire life training after all.&nbsp; And the Kents had been so nice and hospitable! It would be rude not to drink up the lemonade that Mrs. Kent had so eagerly offered her! <br><br>Not to mention that it was so much easier to slack off when the man of steel wasn’t around.&nbsp; The blond haired beauty stretches her arms and legs wide on the couch, revealing her toned stomach for all the world to see&nbsp; before she continues her channel flipping. She'd only really been on earth for a few years now; and she'd been given the honor of getting trained by Superman himself.&nbsp; It was everything she could have hoped for...only....<br><br>Only she was desperate to prove herself.&nbsp; To show that she had been trained enough! She wanted to be a true hero, like her idol Superman! But whenever she suggested such a thing, he would only push her harder in her training. <br><br>She didn't understand! She could fly, was superstrong, had x-ray vision, and was near impossible to injure via normal means.......what more did she have to do!?<br><br>Sighing with all the angst the young girl could muster, she continues pressing the television remote.<br><br>"There's nothing on.." She groans lowly.<br><br>-----<br><br>WonderWoman panted for breath as she continued pounding away at her muscles.&nbsp; Slamming her fists into the punching bag, she throws punch after angry punch.&nbsp; She'd already broken three pieces of equipment at the embassy today; so she was being careful with this one.&nbsp; Not putting all her energy into it. <br><br>God she wanted to though.&nbsp; She felt so confined.&nbsp; All these delegations, all these meetings with diplomats and ambassadors.&nbsp; This was NOT why she had left her island.&nbsp; Still, they were tasks that needed to be completed.&nbsp; And she completed them with all the rigor of a true amazon.&nbsp; But at the end of the day, she would always come back to the training room; prepping herself for the moment when the world would need saving once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The League (Arkanial+Sephora</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 21:30:48</strong>
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				Clark Kent was floating at the very edge of the atmosphere. The few breaths of air he expelled came out as a cloud of icy crystals. Up here, the earth looked so peaceful, so pristine, an orb of blue and green, with some brown, yellow and white thrown in in ever shifting patterns. This planet was his home now, the only home he had ever known. And over the years, he had become its protector. At first, he had spent many years helping where he could, preventing to be seen. But three years ago, he had donned the costume. Dark blue, skintight material clung to his every muscle. It covered him from the wrists to his neck, down to his ankles. It was a Kryptonian fibre, and due to it being so close to his body, it fell within his skin’s aura of invulnerability. A red diamond stretched over his chest, containing a stylized S on a gold background.<br><br>His red cape fluttered softly behind him, made of the most durable Kryptonian material, though now it was stretched out and almost motionless. There was almost no more gravity here and zero air pressure. It was the thin layer between atmosphere and open space, where no other being could survive, except possibly Kara Carter. There was pratically no oxygen and it was even colder than in the middle of the Antarctic continental winter.<br><br>Here, he came in the few moments of peace he knew as Superman. To watch, to listen and to be ready. From here, he could hear the entire world, every word, every sound echoing into his ears, filtered by his supersped brains and intelligence, distilling anything of worth from the mishmash of sounds. A cry for help, the sirens of burglaries, the shifting of tectonic plates announcing another earthquake… some things were already being handled by the local law enforcement teams, some natural events happened far away from any human habitations… but then, a bomb exploded, in Manhattan. At the same time, an airplane lost its engines and started crashing. Three banks and five shops in eight different locations all over the world were being robbed at the same time, with hostages and gunshots.<br><br>And Kal El of Krypton realized this life, this being a superhero, was too much, even for someone like him. But he didn’t stop trying. A sonic boom echoed far above where any human was, as he took off at almost full speed. Most of the time, he held back, almost always, in fact, but not now, now he went all out on speed, darting down to the bombed area, picking up the terrorists and securing the victims, making sure all of them got away out of the rubble. He stopped three bank robberies, only needing seconds the cross the thousands of miles in between, before he flew up, higher and higher, catching the airplane just before its velocity and spinning would light it on fire into the crash. He caught it in his bare hands, steadying it and flying down, placing it on the nearest surface flat and strong enough to hold it, which happened to be in a football field, just were the Saints were playing against the Steelers, and thousands of people were cheering in the stands.<br><br>He flew off again, disappearing, trusting the paramedics would take care of the shaken passengers. Time was running out as he landed just in time to catch the bullets shot at a hostage. Two seconds later, five mobsters were tied up with steel frames, before he darted away again. He stopped crime after crime, averted small accident after small disaster, for hours on end, till in the early hours of morning, just as his bio clock told him it was dawn in his home location, things fell silent again for a precious few moments.<br><br>Even the godlike man of steel sighed in relief and took a breather, a testament of his human nature, as he was inexhaustible as long as a ray of yellow sun could touch his body. He lifted up, higher and higher, to the stratosphere, right above Smallville, Kansas. He soaked up the rays of the sun and used those few minutes of rest to let his thoughts run wild. Tonight, like many nights before, had demonstrated hos impossible his chosen task was. He had already been stretched to the limit. Not for his strength or invulnerability, but to his speed and his ability to help out everywhere. That was in a night were there were no major disasters and no scores of supervillains to make things difficult. Even then, there had not even been the usual threats from space and beyond… Life as a superhero wasn’t easy and despite his strength, it wasn’t a burden he could be carrying for much longer. And he came to a decision…<br><br>Just as morning passed into noon, he touched down that Saturday in front of his parent’s farmhouse. This was home. Swivelling in his spot, he spun into his Clark Kent appearance, that of the messy haired, tall, handsome farmboy with a preference for unfashionable plaid shirts. Still, all women forgave him for wearing those, as the could barely hide his powerful frame and bulging muscles underneath, while the few unclosed top buttons hinted at the perfection underneath. Or, that was what that fashion photographer in Metropolis told him every shoot for the various magazines and adds that wanted the All-American farmboy as their super sexy public face. He didn’t mind, as it paid the bills and added a good amount of cash on his accounts. That was not to mention, the large revenue of the Superman Foundation, but all of that went to charity.<br><br>He strode into the yellow-painted farmhouse. He could hear his father puttering in the far side field on his favourite tractor. His mom was at the coffeshop in town, delivering her home baked afternoon pastries and Kara… Kara was obviously not doing as he had asked of her. She practiced and trained under him, but never enough to allow the still young girl to see the things he saw. He never told her she was barely performing at ten percent of his capabilities, as that was still a hundred thousand times more than most humans, but the main reason he didn’t allow her to join the hero gig? The things he saw out there were gruesome and mentally scarring. To pull dead children from bombed schools. To arrive too late and stand over a scattered group of corpses, torn apart by vicious soldiers… or the misery of a dirt poor village hit by one or the other natural disaster. He didn’t want her to face that. But now… maybe it was time.<br><br>He entered and strolled passed Kara whom was channel surfing. “You know, Kara, watching the Bold and the Beautiful reruns isn’t exactly the training I had in mind when I told you to practice your speed. Pity… otherwise, you might have joined me tonight on patrol. I thought it was time to show you the real ropes. I guess you’d rather watch Brooke marry Ridge for the fourth time instead.”<br><br>He was gently chastising her, but also kept a hint of mischief in his voice and eyes. He couldn’t exactly blame her and he would be perfectly all right with her staying home and watching television like any ordinary teenager. That is what he wanted for her, really. That is what he wanted for everyone, to have an ordinary life where they could do what they wanted without anyone disturbing the peace. But he strolled over to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of freshly brewed coffee and a slice of delicious applepie, while he watched his blonde protégé. She looked rather good and now, she definitely had the age where he would have to swat away the boys chasing her. It was a wonder he didn’t already have to do it earlier.<br><br>“I was thinking about calling Diana. Maybe the three of us could have a chat. What do you think? We could go flying together and see if we could find a way to… share the burden.” He was subtly hinting that this meant she would be one of those sharing the burden. For most days and nights, he could handle things, and be at the places were they really needed him. But if there were too many things at once, a bit of cooperation and coordination between the people that had the abilities to actually help out would save a lot of time and lives. Also, he would need to see about contacting Oliver Queen, Zatanna, John Stewart and his good old friend, who still refused to admit said friendship, but who sometimes had assisted him and the other way around, Bruce Wayne. Of course, none of them knew he was the only person on Earth that knew all of them and their identities. And lets not forget Bart Allen and Hawkgirl, the latter who stuck to flying around in Europe. He had only told Kara about meeting Diana, and solely because the woman had no actual secret identity. It must be easy, having your family and friends living on a secret, hidden island, all of them immortal and some of the finest warriors in history. Still, he supposed that the new superheroine on the scene, was experiencing how frustrating it was to walk around the real world with everyone knowing her… and knowing just which people to attack to get to her. It must be lonely.<br><br>“So, what do you think, Kara? You can even call her. I have the number of her direct phone line in the top drawer of the desk.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The League (Arkanial+Sephora</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 21:49:37</strong>
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				As Clark walked in, Kara let out a small gasp, instantly jerking upwards from her sprawled out position on the couch. "That's not fair Clark!" Kara cries out when she hears that she could have been going on patrol tonight, if only he'd caught her practicing instead of watching television.&nbsp; "I was training all this morning, and most of this afternoon.&nbsp; You can ask your Mother! She saw me do it!" She exclaims, flipping off the tv and following the man of steel into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she watches him dig into a slice of apple pie. <br><br>"Come on Clark! I've made up my costume, I'm more than ready to be Supergirl, you've got to believe me." She insists to her idol as she takes in his appearance.&nbsp; He'd been fighting crime all day, but he barely looked winded.&nbsp; He always looked great though.&nbsp; That dark hair, those firm muscles, those bright eyes, that firm jaw....there might as well have been tiny hearts in the young girl's blue eyes as she stares at the undisguised Superman.&nbsp; <br><br>"Diana? Sure!" She agrees perkily.&nbsp; She liked the other hero, when they'd first met Wonder Woman had called her a 'young warrior' She liked that...it had made her feel like she really was on her way to being a real hero.&nbsp; "Sharing the burden?" She echoes softly, before realization crosses her features. <br><br>"You mean it?!" She cries out, hovering off the floor before diving for Clark, pulling him into a tight hug that would have crushed the spine of a mere human.&nbsp; It was merely firm for Super man.&nbsp; "Clark I love you!" She shouts, kissing him on the cheek before flying away and zooming around the room.&nbsp; "You won't regret this, I promise!" She couldn't wait!<br><br><br><br>What would she do first? Fight off an oncoming alien horde? Stop a hostage situation? Save a runaway train?&nbsp; <br><br><br>Already halfway to Clark's room, she returns to the kitchen less than half a second later with the Princess's phone number.&nbsp; "What are you waiting for? Call her!" She shouts out with another squeal of deligth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The League (Arkanial+Sephora</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 22:02:07</strong>
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				Clark chuckled at her reaction. While she might look a bit like a ditzy, airheaded blonde bombshell, she was anything but. Coming from a civilization as advanced in every way as his, she was easily the smartest woman on this planet. And in time, perhaps smartest person in general, as he still held more knowledge, thanks to his advanced years and access to his father’s private library at the Fortress.<br><br>He choose not to think about just how he considered the teenage girl to be a bombshell. Instead, she hugged him firmly, and kissed him on the cheek before zooming of to collect the number. She was obviously too excited to call Diana as he had suggested, so he took the number and dialled it in the cellphone Bruce had provided him a few years ago. It was a special model, utterly untraceable and with a satellite uplink, so it always had a signal, anywhere within Earth’s atmosphere.<br><br>“Diana, this is Kal”, he told he without preamble. “I have a proposition to make. I know you are facing some of the same problems as Wonder Woman that I am also facing, so I won’t have to explain all of those to you. Still, I would like to get together to discuss a possible solution in person.”<br><br>He paused, glancing at Kara with his blue green eyes, giving her a charming grin, before he continued speaking, “Why don’t you meet me in the place I showed you up North, in full Wonder woman regalia. Kara and I will be joining you there. I want you to be the first to know me idea, as you are the prime candidate. I would really love to have you by my side, before I suggest my idea to others. See you!”<br><br>He shut the phone down, before facing Kara. He arched a perfectly formed eyebrow up, looking at her, taking in her casual farm clothes, aiming for comfort. “Why don’t you show me that outfit you’ve been preparing. Then I can judge if it is decent enough to be shown in public.” He was teasing her, for he knew that the younger girl didn’t own anything skimpy as that simply wasn’t allowed under the Kent’s roof.<br><br>“Or are you really preferring to watch the Bold and the Beautiful?” He hoped the extra taunt would spur her on some more, as he crossed his powerful arms over his chest, stretching the partially unbuttoned shirt open a bit further.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The League (Arkanial+Sephora</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:35:46</strong>
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				She was interrupted in her training by the sound of a ringing telephone.&nbsp; At first, she ignored it, continuing to pound into the punching bag like no tomorrow.&nbsp; But as the ringing insisted, Answering the phone, Diana wipes her brow when she hears Superman on the other end.&nbsp; “Kal-El?” She asks, surprised.&nbsp; She rarely heard from him on any matters that didn’t involve a meteor headed towards the earth.&nbsp; A quick glance out the window told her that the city wasn’t a giant ball of fire….<br><br>As he continues, Wonder Woman’s eyes narrow.&nbsp; He knew of her frustrations? She could only imagine. “I’ll be there Kal, I can’t wait to hear what you have planned.” And she wasn’t lying.&nbsp; As far as men went, Superman was a prime soldier of war.&nbsp; Clicking her phone off without so much as a goodbye, Diana runs a hand through her dark lockes soaked with sweat.&nbsp; She'd take a shower first, only then would she put on the armor gifted to her from the gods themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>Soon enough however, she was ready.&nbsp; Wearing the blue, red, and gold of the Wonderwoman one piece, she adjusts the tiara on her head before attaching her golden lasso at her side.&nbsp; She didn't concern herself over her bracelets, she always wore them; whether she was dressed for battle or not.&nbsp; <br><br>She could only imagine what plan Superman and his pupil had in store, and who else they might call upon for assistance, but she was glad to know that they had called her first. <br><br>With a grunt, she takes off to the sky, flying across the afternoon skyline as she travels north.&nbsp; As she traveled, she enjoyed the sense of adrenaline that pumped through her veins.&nbsp; She felt as though she was on the cusp of war.&nbsp; She took thrill in it. <br><br>---<br><br>Listening to Clark speak to Diana, Kara nearly bubbled over with enthusiasm.&nbsp; Of course, when the dark haired hero sent a smile her way while talking on the phone, she nearly melted from the heat that went across her face.&nbsp; <br><br>Some would call it a schoolgirl's crush, but Kara knew it was so much more than that.&nbsp; Clark was the only one in the universe, let alone the planet, that could ever really understand her, let alone keep up with her.&nbsp; Those twiggy little high school boys, who sent her notes in class, or tried to call her from home...they couldn't hold a candle against SUPERMAN.&nbsp; There was only one man in the galaxy for her, and his name was Clark Kent. <br><br>"You want to see? Really?" She asks with delight as Clark hangs up the phone, examines her outfit, and asks about her hero costume.&nbsp; "Stay right here, I'll be right back." She says, taking a step forward, glancing back to make sure it wasn't a trick to be rid of her-before flying up the stairs.<br><br>Slipping into her costume, she flies back down, twirling around for Clark.&nbsp; The top was skin tight, and ended far above her belly button.&nbsp; It was mostly a normal white t-shirt, except for the Superman ensigna plastered over her chest, and the mini red cape that was connected at either shoulders.&nbsp; The mini skirt was also extremely tight, but it seemed short more in the sense to easily kick rather than for attracting men.<br><br>As far as normal costumes went, it wasn't that risky, in fact far more casual than anything else, but as far as the clothes she normally wore-and were permitted in the Kent home? She might as well have just come off the front page of playboy.<br><br>"What do you think?" she asks after she finishes her little twirl.&nbsp; "You love it, right? Tell me you love it." She insists.&nbsp; She'd be devastated if he didn't.&nbsp; But she wouldn't change regardless! She'd worked hard on this costume! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The League (Arkanial+Sephora</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 07:01:39</strong>
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				Fortunately, Diana agreed. Tuning in with his superhearing, he could tell how she was slipping on the red and blue bathing suit she called an armour and the few pieces of gold and silver metal, as well as her Royal tiara and her lasso. Actually, that lasso was one of the few items that held his interest and studying it is what he did to distract himself from gazing too much at her barely covered body. She was a mighty fine looking body, born with the looks of a dark haired Aphrodite, yet, except for the obvious male appreciation, he didn’t feel anything for her. And while he was not some innocent goody goody two shoes, he would turn her down if she ever decided he was a good match, despite being a male.<br><br>He knew she was strong, but contrary to popular opinion, she was far from his level. She was barely above Kara when it came to that and Kara would grow stronger still, the longer she stayed on Earth. And the reason he was interested in her lasso? It was a mystical object that could not be broken. On the other hand, he had unlimited strength, at least under the yellow sun. He wondered if he could break free of it. After all, he had learned to resist Kryptonite of all things, however slightly. Oh, his strength and especially his invulnerability would still be sapped fast, but he could at least hold out to escape its radiation, without immediately collapsing in agony.<br><br>The fact that he had lined his suit with a microscopic layer of lead helped quite a bit, too.<br><br>Now, however, Kara was returning, after having sped off to suit up. For a moment, he took her in. And in that moment, he realized she was not even a bombshell, but easily the most beautiful and sexy girl on the planet, beating even Wonder Woman in the looks department. And again, he couldn’t help but wonder why there were no boys lining up outside to take her out. At least, he was glad they lived in Smallville of all places, or she’d be snatched away by some photographer or movie producer.<br><br>The white, short T-shirt stretched tightly over he perfectly sized bust. She was full up there, firm, pert and yet, not too large. The short, blue skirt didn’t help matters much, either. For a moment, he had to resist using his X-ray vision on her. And, he had to use every meditative technique he knew to clamp down on the desire rising up in his body. He barely managed it in time before his body reacted. But by focussing that much on that part, he forgot about the control over his heat vision. Getting himself under control completely, slipping on his more stoic Superman mask, he was unaware how his irises still burned up golden and red with the flames of his heat vision, before they returned to their bottomless and gorgeous blue-green.<br><br>She was perfection and he couldn’t help but offer his approval. “You look good, Kara. Maybe a bit more revealing than I’d prefer, but I guess that is just the modern day way of life”, he winked at her, fully in control again, teasing her a bit. “Besides, compared to Diana and the other out there, you are actually pretty modest. At least, with your outfit, people luckily can’t tell whether or not you are wearing a bra, especially as most others prefer to wear none, obviously. Well, of we are. I guess it is time you get to see the Kryptonian Sanctuary I built for the first time as well.”<br><br>That said, he spun in his red and blue suit in front of her eyes, before he started hovering, too. “Now, another test. Keep up with me and follow my lead.”<br><br>He took off at a speed he knew to be just a fraction above her best performance so far. She’d have to use some effort and every sense available to her to keep on his trail. As he flew on, heading straight north, his cape whipped about his body-gloved body, as he sped on, flying under the radar, yet too fast for anyone to see them. Knowing about Diana’s speed –she could fly fast but couldn’t shift into superspeed like he and Kara could, due to a lack of invulnerability-, they’d have some time for Kara to see the sights at the Fortress.<br><br>Touching down, he waited for Kara, so he could show her the crystalline palace that was the Fortress of Solitude. It was a replica of the home of the House of El, one of the most prestigious and powerful families on Krypton and by extension Argos. It was of such beauty, humans could barely grasp it. And while he had shown Wonder Woman the location, he hadn’t ever taken her close enough to see it properly or to enter it even.<br><br>“Well, Kara, what do you think of my second home”, he asked her, waving with his arm around, to the crystalline hall that could easily house a football stadium, filled with all kind of ethereally beautiful carvings and statues of Krypton’s rich history. With the cold out here, his suit tightened even more, while his skin tightened, too, over his powerful, defined muscles, as a trained human reaction to the temperature, despite being impervious.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The League (Arkanial+Sephora</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sephora</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 03:21:58</strong>
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				(please don’t explain the depths of my characters powers without talking it over with me first.&nbsp; :C I didn’t appreciate it. If you could, please change it)<br><br>Taking in his reaction, Kara could barely contain herself.&nbsp; He liked it! She’d been so nervous that he wouldn’t.&nbsp; Or that he would suddenly be against her using the same symbol as him.&nbsp; &nbsp;But as his eyes blazed with the fire of heat vision, Kara knew it could only mean one thing.&nbsp; <br><br>She’d been given Superman’s very own nonverbal seal of approval.<br><br>She was barely given time to bathe in her small triumph, before Clark had gone ahead and changed into his own outfit.&nbsp; <br>And the next thing she knew, they were off.&nbsp; Flying towards Clark’s second home, his ice castle, Kara could feel a chill of excitement roll down her back as she fights to keep up with the man from Krypton.&nbsp; It was difficult.&nbsp; He had her zigzagging across the sky, and her mind had to work in overtime as she flew several feet behind.&nbsp; Her miniature cape tugged at her back, and she was grateful for how skin tight her top and skirt where, there was no way either of the stretched material was going to flap against the wind.<br><br>As they reach their icy destination, Kara marvels at the sights before her.&nbsp; A true testament to the magnificence of Krypton. She could understand why Clark kept the place to himself.&nbsp; It was beautiful, it must make a great safe haven for him, when he wanted to be alone.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's amazing..." She murmurs softly, not even paying attention to her teenage crush as she examines a statue here, or a carving there.&nbsp; "It reminds me so much of home." She explains with a sigh; truly appreciating the place for what it was.&nbsp; "Thanks for showing me Clark." She says, turning around and offering the hero a smile.<br><br>Before she can say anything else, another hero arrived on the scene.&nbsp; Wonder Woman herself.&nbsp; Kara swallowed her suddenly tight throat, and with eyes of a fan; watches the other woman make her landing.<br><br><br>-<br><br>Wonder Woman flew slowly through the North American skies, before traveling across the ocean to get to where Superman had instructed her to be.&nbsp; Slender arms stood out in front of her, hiding the true brute strength that lurked within them.&nbsp; For Wonder Woman was powerful.&nbsp; One of the strongest beings on the planet, her equal only stood with Superman, and even then she could occasionally peak him.&nbsp; She might not have the Man of Steel’s invulnerability or speed, but she could catch him in strength, should that day ever come.&nbsp; <br><br>She doubted it would however, the man was far too focused on fighting the good fight to ever face the dark side, the corrupting side, of power.&nbsp; <br><br>Kal had shown her this place once, at a distance.&nbsp; She hadn't understood why, but she bore with it.&nbsp; Sentimentality wasn't a quality she appreciated in a soldier, but then she supposed she couldn't hold a man up to Amazonian standards.&nbsp; And, she supposed that if Superman ever found himself on her island, she might act the same way.<br><br>"Kal, Kara." She greets with a light nod.&nbsp; "I hope you don't mind my not knocking." She says with a smile as she lands at the entrance of the Fortress of Solitude.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's good to see you both again." She says calmly; showing no signs of being cold in the arctic climate, regardless of her minimal armor.&nbsp; 
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