Where's The Shelter

Summary:
March 4th, 2015: Jericho and Zee clear another snakes nest and meet Siryn

The Bronx - New York


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Jericho Trent… is not a real happy man right now. After a run in with a holo-armored soldier utilizing abilities not unlike his own the other night, he'd done some digging. And while he'd not found the man himself he had found a snakes nest which he'd promptly taken his irritation out on. The remains of the HYDRA cell, not far from the ruined area of the Bronx a monster stomped through the other day, is now a smoking pit across from what used to be an old shelter. In the fading light, emerging from that rubble (and it's all rubble in this area, thanks to the kaiju) is a man with amber circuit like traces on his arms and chest (and legs, but they can't be seen through his jeans) bat like wings made of light and a long, wickedly curved blade in his left hand.


"Fookin' stupid damn Kaiju mother…" The ranting of the redhead woman across the street comes to an abrupt end at the appearance of Jericho. Siryn had been checking on the shelter to see if it could still be used. Possibly…once the ruined neighbourhood had been cleaned up. "Are you okay?" she calls out to Jericho. Sure, he's armed and has fancy lights over his body but even superheroes have bad days. Though if he's a supervillain…


Emerging not far behind Jericho is a raven haired woman dressed in a unitard, swallow coat, fishnet stockings, thigh high boots, top hat and a diamond encrusted collar. Drooping slightly she raises her head to look at the redhead and then back to her companion "Well are you? And will you ask this time?" for all that the woman looks tired, her tone is still sharp.


"Tolerable." Is Jericho's response. His eyes flash amber. Literally light up for a moment and then fade. They're… still amber when they fade. Just not glowing. "Ask what, Zee?" The blade in the man's hand seems to fold in on itself until it resembles a large leatherman, then gets slid back into the case behind him as he walks forward and looks over at the ranting woman who just spoke to him. His wings are still out, though.

Hrm… she doesn't look Hydra. "Looking for something there?"


"I was looking for the fookin' shelter that used to be here!" Siryn yells out, flinging an arm at the building behind her…and the debris…and the clouds of concrete dust that blows through the air. "Don't suppose you know what happened to it?" An eyebrow arches at the appearance of Zatanna…or more specifically her clothes. Very…professional…looking. What /were/ those two doing in those ruins? A frustrated sigh before she remembers her manners. "I'm Terry." Her voice heavily Irish accented. "I work at the shelters around here so I'm worried what happened to those who were in there when all…this…happened."


Regardless of the diamond encrusted collar round her neck, Zee looks at Jericho "If you can tap me to recharge." It's obviously rankled, whatever 'it' is. "Do you need anything now?"

Her look and tone softens at the redheads words "I think we got them all clear…" casting a questioning look to bewinged companion "Did we?"


"We did. And I don't… right at this moment." Actually he's still a bit out of balance which is why he's so very aggressive. Not that Hydra doesn't get his blood up to begin with.

"Terry, I think everyone got evacuated. A big stompy monster came through here." There was some warning. A lot of people died, honestly, but there was some warning. "I need to pull some of their files Zee." He glances over to Terry running a search on her just to make sure… nope. Not Hydra that he knows of. "Can you help her out?" He asks partly because he knows he's still a bit… well, off, right now. Demonic. Just a bit.

Jericho turns to go retrieve the intel he needs, leaving Zee and Terry to talk.


Siryn nods to Jericho's words. "Yeah…giant monsters are a bit hard to miss." There is a bit of a snark in her tone but it is more frustration than anything else. She counts to five under her breath before offering a smile to the pair. "But thanks fer getting them out. Now I just have to figure where they're staying for a while." Siryn looks over the devastation and shakes her head. "You'd think with all the superpowered folk in this town that this could be cleared up pretty quick." A nod to Jericho as he leaves before she looks back to Zatanna. "So…umm…nice outift."


Zee watches Jericho leave, concern fluttering across her face "Sure Jericho… just you know… don't appear in my room again…" the teenage mage smirks a little before turning her attention to Terry. "How old are we talking? I might know somewhere that can look after the young ones… " Zee's smirk returns as she looks at her costume "Isn't it just?" and then she speaks

~~ teertS gnihtolC ~~

And the stage costume morphs to her figure hugging jeans, knee high high heel boots and a jacket with the diamond encrusted collar at her throat.


Siryn keeps her lips sealed over comments about appearing in young lady's rooms. Different strokes for different folks. "They're adults" Siryn replies to the question about the age of the homeless. "People who are living on the streets. Sometimes we'll get a mother and her kids but we usually send them uptown to a better shelter. A more secure shelter too. Angry husbands can get pretty angry." And then she is treated to a bit of magic. "Oooh…that's handy. Though it does make me wonder if yer clothes are all an illusion and yer actually standing there bollock naked." She peers at the collar. "And that's quite the expensive looking thing to walk around with. But I'm sure yer can look after yerself."


Zee can… and heaven, or Limbo, help anyone that tries to take it from her. Siryn gets a smile "I might be able to put out some feelers and help you…" Zee likes to help when she can. The question about her clothing gets a broad grin… "They're real, you can touch them if you like…" Then finally remembering her manners, Zee looks at Siryn "I'm Zatanna, or Zee…"


Zee can… and heaven, or Limbo, help anyone that tries to take it from her. Siryn gets a smile "I might be able to put out some feelers and help you…" Zee likes to help when she can. The question about her clothing gets a broad grin… "They're real, you can touch them if you like…" Then finally remembering her manners, Zee looks at Siryn "I'm Zatanna, or Zee…"


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