1964-03-19 - The Crisis 1964
Summary: Superman seeks out Warbird to discuss a private initiative to sponsor civil rights.
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Theme Song: None
carol clark 


This is the city. The skies above the Financial District are pretty quiet for a Sunday night, the city lights providing a glow to rival the stars above. Hovering over one of the office buildings is Warbird, her blonde hair flying behind her thanks to the wind, her stance somewhat relaxed as she hovers, as if listening or watching for something that could be trouble.

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Few in Manhattan can hear the faint buzz that Warbird gives off when she flies. Specific frequencies that represent her body's propulsion 'system'. Superman has one, too, but then people rarely seek such specific radiation. On the other hand, Superman is looking for someone.. so when he reaches a surveillable altitude, he closes his eyes and listens for the steady and familiar tone of someone he'd just had a conversation with a few days ago. Picking up a possible, he looks.. peering into the night with vision that is most certainly not human. Ahh. He smiles faintly then begins a slow descent towards her position. By slow.. he keeps it at around a hundred. Just a nice and easy wind in the hair pace.

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Warbird doesn't quite have the senses that Superman does, but she does have an instinctive detection of energy sources… so when that miniature sun starts flying towards her, she turns to see who it is. Upon seeing Superman, she smiles warmly, giving the caped wonder a wave as she lifts off a bit into the air, rising to meet him partway in the sky.

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Superman comes to a halt so the pair don't have an awkward meeting in the sky. Heaven forbid someone with nightvision and a telephoto and too much time on their hands photographed the moment. "Good evening." He offers to her as she reaches a conversational distance. "I was hoping to catch you tonight." There's something of an enigmatic smile on his face.

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Warbird smiles, "Well, what can I do for you Superman?" She tilts her head, looking a bit curious as she hovers a comfortable talking distance away. She continues, "It can't really be something you need /my/ help for, could it?" Considering what she knows about Superman, her help doesn't seem to be something he'd be needing.

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Superman chuckles at the question. "Why the disbelief? I'm one man, you know. Heaven forbid, I have to save two lives at once." There's a wink and he starts to arc away. "Fly with me." The pace he's making seems to suggest he means to chat on the fly. It's certainly slow enough that the wind wouldn't interfere with words.. but he's also moving away from the city.

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Warbird doesn't hesitate, flying up and alongside Superman, glancing over at him, "Good point." She grins, soaring along and keeping pace without too much trouble, sparkling motes of energy trailing behind her as she soars through the night sky.

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"So I was thinking about our conversation the other day." Superman begins vaguely. "I was wondering if you'd been considering it, too. I ask because.. well.. let's just say there's a reason." His smile returns. "I'd like your thoughts first." Call him cryptic but one could get the impression it's a test of some kind.

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Warbird blushes a little bit, remembering the conversation all too well. To be honest, she's had it occupying most of her thoughts, as she answers, "I have… I mean, I feel like I should stand for something more. Had a few ideas about that." She glances at Superman, noting the smile, "What are you thinking?"

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"I think that these are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value." Superman quotes Thomas Paine. "I've spoken to.. a few people.." He offers vaugely. "And they agree. People willing to take a stand. To be something more than just a cape rescuing people from a villainous plot or a burning building. Those actions save lives yes.. but what of the soul. The spirit of humankind hangs in the balance." He rockets upwards with a gesture for her again to follow.

*

Carol soars upwards with Superman, glancing at him, "I agree, Superman. It's why I do what I do, to try and show people that they can reach for the light." She smiles a bit, "I mean, I'm only half-alien by accident, and there's so many others, powered or not, that need inspiration." The light around her grows brighter as she increases her speed to keep up.

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Superman eventually does come to a stop where the air is thin… and gestures down. The whole of America can be seen now.. sparkling lights noting population centers like little beacons in the night. "It's that very thing I wanted to address. In the South of the Americas, despite the Amendments, there is rampant oppression. Women.. still have little place in society despite having carried the United States through World War Two. I am proposing a union of heros.. and heroines.." He nods to her. "to subtly support the causes of these human rights. I don't mean to suggest that we force these things. I mean to say that we will actively protect them. When a march occurs, we will stand among them. Hoses, dogs, shootings.. lynching.. these are the things we will prevent. I do not mean to suggest that we limit this to America, either, but that is where our present crisis stands. One battle at a time."

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Carol blinks, then smiles a bit, not having a problem this high up as she hovers next to Superman, looking down on the sparkles of light that make up America. She catches her breath a bit as she looks down, as if seeing all those people, all those that are feeling afraid. Then, she glances over towards Superman, and nods, "Alright, I'm in." She smiles a little, "I'm guessing you've talked to other people about this already?"

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Superman arches a brow. "Just like that?" He slowly rotates to face her. "I've spoken to a few, yes. Before /you/ say yes, however." He points to her. "I want you to consider what it means. It means that your reputation will be called into question. Sullied. Stained. Scandalized even. Then, realize that if we are victorious here.. or at least plant a solid seed of movement.. we will expand into other countries." He gestures to the horizons. "Many heroes have ties to governments. We may find opposition. Even within ourselves. So ask yourself. Are you truly free to make this committment? Is it something you're willing to suffer for?"

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Warbird considers it again, rotating her eyes back to the silhouette of America below. She smiles a bit, "Okay, that might make it more complicated, but…" She considers her background, speaking almost to herself than to Superman, "I've fought against the system my whole life, even if I was part of it." She glances over towards Superman, and smiles towards him, "I'll be damned if I'm going to stop now."

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Superman watches her deliberate. Give the question honest thought. "Good. Because I'm an alien and as much as I have tried to maintain who I am.. people will wonder what my investment is." There's a wry tilt of his head as he looks back to the planet below. "Earth is my home now. I see every life down there as precious. Some may not agree. This.." He gives America a sweeping gesture. "is not a battle I can win on my own."

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Carol smiles a little, "I'm a lot of different things, Superman. I've been a pilot, a spy, and now I'm a hero, mainly due to an accident more than anything else." She glances back to Superman, "But you're right. Freedoms need to be protected, and fought for. Otherwise, what's the point?"

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"What is the point, indeed." Superman repeats as he looks down below them. He straightens then and rotates to regard her. "So. I'm glad you made an informed choice." There's a nod. "Which now brings me to my next question. You have friends. Is there anyone in particular that you think might be similarly invested?"

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Warbird considers, thinking about the question, "I know that there's a few that could be interested…" She smiles a little wryly, "Never hurts to ask, anyway, just to see who would be interested. Since the point isn't power, but rather those that would be willing to take a stand."

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"Alright." Superman nods firmly. "Ask around. Serious parties only. Be.. discrete. Realize that we will be representing a movement so people with.. a checkered past.. need to know that they will bring that past to bear on the movement if they join. They'll also need to disclose that fact. We don't want surprises. Let's aim for this coming weekend. Saturday work for you?"

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Warbird nods, "That should be fine, I think, especially with my work schedule." She grins, "Being a hero, while it is really nice, doesn't exactly pay the bills." She gives Superman a curious look, "Though, I'm wondering if I should change my name to something else… maybe a little less… intimidating." She doesn't necessarily like the idea, Warbird being a name with meaning for her… /but/ she'd admit that it isn't the friendliest sounding either.

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"I imagine that depends wholly on the message you mean to send to people." Superman offers with a shrug. "My name is Kal of the House El." He places a finger upon the family seal. "El means hope in Kryptonian. That is who I am." He offers her a warm smile. "So you must ask yourself. Who am I? What am I to others?" He tips her a sloppy salute. "I'll be in touch with the location." He begins to arc away, heading towards.. Spain?

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Warbird shakes her head in a bit of bemusement as she watches Superman… Kal-El, fly off towards Spain, muttering to herself, "I have /got/ to teach you to salute properly if you're going to do that, Kal of the House of El." She grins slightly to herself, then arrows back down towards re-entry, absorbing the heat she generates to give her a bit of a boost for the rest of the night.

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