Hoshi was starting to feel a lot better than she did previously and she decided to continue her relaxation by taking a small walk to Hydroponics. She hadn't been here too much, but it never hurt to go to somewhere new here. Following right behind her was Seraphiel, who was in his eagle form for right now.

When she entered it, she took in a breath of air and slowly exhaled it. Why hadn't she come to this place before? It was gorgeous! With a wide smile, she took a run around before deciding to stop and just relax on the grass. She laid back, using her good arm to use as a pillow and her other one at her side.

"I have to come back here more often," she muttered to herself, content to just lay back and bask in the sunlight that was washing over her.

There came a time in every building process where one simply had to say, "Fuck it, if it explodes, it explodes." That time had come for Karis and the gyrocopter she'd painstakingly been building in the hangar bay for the last few weeks. It was a rather rickety looking, two-seated craft with an overhead blade much like a helicopters, landing skids and two large turbine engines on swivels. In addition, it had a stabilizing tail fin and rotor to keep it from spinning out of control.

That was the hope, anyway. Karis did one last walk-around and then settled herself into the pilot's seat and snapped her goggles down over her eyes. She'd managed to cart it up to the city (because where was the fun in flying it around the hangar?) and it was time to see if the damn thing worked. The zombie flicked a few switches and then pushed the ignition button. With a roar, the overhead rotor begin to slowly spool up and the turbine engines on either side of the craft roared to life. 

Karis grinned. So far so good. After letting the craft idle for a few more minutes, she hauled on the stick and the craft lifted off - slowly. She didn't want to crash into anything, after all. She took it up about twenty meters and then pushed the nose down, the turbine engines swiveling to provide thrust. The ramshackle looking craft sputtered and rattled alarmingly, but seemed to be staying together (if only barely). She nosed it forward and then applied some more throttle. 

The little craft shot down the broad expanse of one of the city's boulevards. She hauled over on the stick and rolled it, darting it down an alleyway in between a towering skyscraper and a castle that looked like it might've come out of a storybook. 

A few more minutes of maneuvering and the little craft seemed to be sturdy enough - and it had speed and power to boot. She carefully brought it back to her take-off point and settled it down with a swirl of dust and debris. As the engine began to idle down, she stepped out of the open cockpit (the only nod to an actual canopy was a small windshield) and settled her hands on her hips.

"Beautiful."

Following the battle on Lirath, it seemed that six people had disappeared and was missing through a lot of the stuff afterwards, such as Superman's funeral. Over the rooftops of the City, a portal opened up and spat out six people as if it wanted to be a practical joker.

In quick succession, some of those six sprang into action so that they didn't end up going splat on the floor. Young mages Vivio Takamachi and Sakura Kinomoto used their flying spells to stop their fall, Sonic the Hedgehog gathered the still bruised and battered body of Sasami Masaki Jurai and used some of the rooftops to bounce to the bottom. Finally, the elder Spider-Man used a number of web lines to catch himself and the other with him, the long missing Lowe Guele.

"Sheesh, can't even catch a break without being slung into some other mess!" Sonic griped, setting Sasami to her feet.

"Sounds like you guys had a real blast." Lowe said as Spidey sat him down.

"It's... a long story." Vivio said, returning to her child form.

"Right now... I think a bit of rest'll do us good." Sasami said.

(OoC: I'll set up individual posts so you can tag into any of my guys if you want to!

EDIT: Take your pick! I'll have Lowe's up once his journal's reapproved)

She thought her life would be different by now, but she's a prisoner again. Voluntary, she guesses, which makes it a little bit different than the first time. At least she can blink on her own this time. Not that she's using her body to do much good.

Ironically, she almost always looked better when she was a more total prisoner. Without her makeup and hair clips and changes of clothes to arrange herself into some approximation of health, without even a mirror to confirm her suspicions, she looks a wreck. Dark circles line her reddened eyes; her hair is unbrushed and falls in tangled clumps over her face; chapped, bloodied lips and fingernails bitten down to the flesh speak to her uneasy transition back into captivity.

Eva's given up all attempts to look 'okay'. She ripped a man's face open with her bare fingers. She's been a long road away from 'okay' for a while now, but she spent too long mistaking her anger and stubbornness for strength and resilience to recognize it. She's wised up now.

She really wants a drink right now. Instead she has some books - selected poems by Pablo Neruda and an anthology of poetry by women poets in the Andes - and a pillow and blanket. She's curled up on the cot with the former book in her hand, but drifting in and out of sleep. Her breath comes lazy and heavy as she alternately reads, dreams, and watches the door to the brig with heavy-lidded eyes, looking for nothing.