014 - You must be mad, or you wouldn't have come here.

[notdreaming]

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[ Kara is standing in front of That Door. Well, leaning against it, actually. Her expression is utterly bored, and her tone vaguely condescending. ]

I think I was unconscious the last time these imposters or whatever you people are showed up. So stop me if I'm mistaken, but you come from a different barge, right? One that still works? I'm sure you're all positively terrified to speak up after Ben's little show, but honestly, grow a backbone.

[ She turns the camera so that it captures the whole of The Door. There can be no mistaking what she's talking about. ]

And you have something to do with this door, too. So, and again, tell me if I'm wrong about this, but some of you probably want to go through it again, don't you?

I just want to make this totally clear: Nobody is going anywhere without me.

Now do you want to speak up?

[ooc| assumed cr meme which says the same thing as her plotting post. ]

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[notdreaming]

You would be the expert on misplaced pride, wouldn't you.

[walkingmeltdown]

If I am then it certainly takes one to know one, Kryptonian. [Sneered out fast and roughly, his temper already rising even further just at talking to her. Every word dripping with angry condescension.] What do you think you're going to do? Hunt them down one by one? Or is the 'plan' to hang out by that thing until someone trips up and walks by?

[notdreaming]

Is that seriously the best you've got? Rao, you have all the brains of a toddler. Were you always stupid, or did you fry your own brain?

[walkingmeltdown]

I was surmising that that was the extent of your plan. It sounds about right for you. You're not exactly the queen of subtle, either.

[notdreaming]

Says the giant glowworm in our midst. I wonder if your brain got used to the heat, or if it's still melting brain-cell by brain-cell every day.

[walkingmeltdown]

Who needs subtle. I can always tear whoever I need to down. Or apart.

Why don't I come up to you and precious door and show you.

[notdreaming]

Like you need an excuse to beat your chest like a gorilla.

[ Kara has learned some earth metaphors and she is using them as often as humanly possible. ]

[walkingmeltdown]

You know what? That's it. I'm done.

[The feed distorts and wibbles a bit as he starts to melt the device he's holding as he burns hotter and hotter.]

Haven't liked you since day one, alien. Never have. And the feeling was clearly mutual. But so long as were supposed to be on the same side of the game, had more important things to do...

But the game is over. Everything is. This place, and it's rules? It's finished.

And so I finally feel free to take my shot and finish. You.

[notdreaming]

Oh, was that your excuse? You've never been worth my time, Blight. It's about time you did something entertaining.

[walkingmeltdown]

[No response.

He's coming to find you, Supergirl. Be ready.]

[notdreaming]

[ You know where to find her: Floating a foot above the ground in front of the door. ]

[walkingmeltdown]

[Oh, he does all right.

She might get a heads-up he's coming before he actually appears. After all, his version of coming out swinging?

Blasting a radioactive fireball from thirty feet away.]

[notdreaming]

[ It doesn't hurt that she can see in infrared. She dodges neatly, so fast that one moment she's simply five feet to the left of where she was a moment ago. ]

Hmm? Did you say something?

[walkingmeltdown]

No. That was my warning salvo.

[He walks closer, and then gives an even bigger burst, this time with both hands, his arms aimed like cannons, and a lot more concentration. The surfaces around him start to scorch and cook.]

This is me with something to say!

[notdreaming]

[ Kara flies straight through the center of the blast, avoiding most of it by virtue of its sheer size, aiming a fist for his jaw. ]

Something to say? Nobody's listening!

[walkingmeltdown]

[The hit lands -- but it's like hitting a particularly warm hard light projection. His skull was one of the first parts to start to go; he feels the force and is knocked back, but there's no bones to break and hardly any way to feel pain.

At least not at that point. She might have to get a little...creative.

He does his best to flare up, scorching her skin with the heat of a thermonuclear detonation, before he's knocked back by her punch.]

Pay attention, little girl. I'll get louder, just for you!

[notdreaming]

[ She won't admit that it hurts. Besides, her only real reaction to pain is to keep attacking. Which she does, pairing a gust of breath cold enough to freeze the air with more punches, just in case her fists weren't hard enough. ]

[walkingmeltdown]

[How funny; they have that reaction in common. This should be a real blast.

He can't get a good foothold, her repeated hits making him take more and more steps back. The cold air she breathes first causes some sizzling, a little steam, and then once it really does dip down into the subzero a layer of ice starts trying to form over his skin, the cold at war with his heat.

He finally has enough and plants his feet, drawing a breath in and then releasing it in a yell as he builds his core temperature up and releases it in a full-body burst of acid green explosion, energy flaring out of him in an impresive radius. See how she likes being so close to that.]

[notdreaming]

[ It doesn't feel good. And the force is sufficient to knock her across the deck. But Kara is as creative as she is stubborn. She stays far enough away to give herself plenty of reaction time, and aims laser vision at the space where his brain ought to be. ]

[walkingmeltdown]

[He doesn't so much see it coming as have a few seconds of warning when her eyes start to glow. And this version of Blight is a few years down the road - he's had some more experience with getting scrappy.

He ducks slightly, rasing one forearm to block. Of course that means the laser cuts through his limb instead of his head. He howls in pain and anger.]

[notdreaming]

[ She doesn't let up for even a second. She doesn't care where she hits him, just that she does. Lasers zig-zag across the deck, leaving deep burns in their wake. ]

[walkingmeltdown]

[There's a few self-cauterizing wounds on his arms, legs, one went through his lower chest...and then she hits the arm that has already started shifting to being more energy than flesh. It sets off a weird chain reaction; the shape of his arm seems to warp and bubble, shifting and then almost flickering out of existence for a second before it settles again.

That tears it, for him.]

Enough.

[It's a low hiss so harsh and guttural it sounds more like a cauldron bubbling, almost, than a real voice. He summons another one of his bursts to his hand, this time keeping it smaller so he can be more precise, and when he has an opening lobs it right at her head.]

[notdreaming]

[ She dodges so hard she's on the opposite side of the deck when the lasers start up again. ]

You never learn, do you?

[walkingmeltdown]

[This time his only response is another guttural yell. He follows the lasers to their source, turning to locate her, and then runs at her full-out, hurling as many projectile blasts as he can along the way.

Ready to throw himself at her, if she stays in one place and he can get close enough.]

[notdreaming]

[ Staying still is for losers. She has to stop shooting lasers to focus, and she can't avoid all of the blasts, but she zigzags through the air anyway. As she does she moves ever higher. She won't give him the chance to use his fists. ]