6908/Now That the Chaos is Over

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Now That the Chaos is Over
Date of Scene: 15 March 2019
Location: Watchtower
Synopsis: Willow visits the Watchtower to inform Supergirl she can help find Superman. Hellboy shows up with a similar offer. Plans are made.
Cast of Characters: Willow Rosenberg, Supergirl, Hellboy




Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Somehow, after the event on the Watchtower, Willow had found herself back on earth, staring blankly at her surroundings, trying to figure out what had just happened, and how the heck she got back here. (She actually thinks heck to herself, not hell. Because Willow.) All of it once she'd started channelling and John had started chanting had become something of a blur.

Heck (Yes, again) Willow didn't know what had happened to that.. well, it looked like a girl. Whatever it was, everyone had scattered, and then *boom* back on earth.

It had taken her until the next morning to sort out a few things, and then later the next evening before she could do anything about it. Mostly, Willow had to work herself up to her next steps. She'd been in rather august company, and tromping on back there announcing she had something to add seemed like a really big step.

Still, if that Enchantress /had/ hidden Superman away, he'd be warded, and hidden from usual methods of finding him, and Supergirl had been more than a little distressed at his having gone missing.

In the end, that had clinched it: Kara's distress, and the fact that Willow was in a position to do something about it.

Which was how she found herself back at the Zetaport, trying to fumble her way through an explanation of why she needed to go to the Watchtower.

Supergirl has posed:
A few moments after WIllow arrived, the zetaport activated as someone teleported down from the Watchtower. Supergirl appeared. Whether she had been notified that someone was looking for her or it was kismet, one will never know.

She hasn't left the Watchtower, using all the resources at her disposal on the station to try and find Superman. It had not done any good. Nothing was working. She had called her adoptive parents the day before, letting them know she wouldn't be home. Classes would not be attended until she found out where her cousin was and brought him home safely.

She walked away from the landing and paused, seeing Willow and looking slightly surprised. "Willow, right? I was about to go looking for you."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
And there she is.

Willow blinks at Kara's arrival, assuming the girl has been notified, if not that Willow was looking for her, then at the very least that someone was trying to get to the Watchtower - and given the last evening's escapades, security was a lot tighter than normal.

"Oh, Hi!" Her features brighten considerably seeing the other girl, even if Willow immediately looks slightly sheepish, a faint pink sheen marking her cheekbones. "I wanted to talk to you. I tried last night, btu things were just crazy. I think I know how to help."

Her words tumbling out without an exact explanation of how she could help, or with what.

Supergirl has posed:
"Things were a bit...frantic," Supergirl says, giving an apoletic smile and a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Getting the girl secured, starting the search." She doesn't say for who or what. That would be less than wise considering there are people around. "Let's go back up to talk privately." Where people weren't listening and there were no monitoring devices.

She gives a nod to the gentleman on security and moves back to the pad, inviting Willow to join her. A moment later, they are able to step off the pad in the Watchtower itself.

Supergirl immediately turns to face her. "Interesting that you are here offering exactly what I was going to come asking for. How can you help?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow is rather surprisingly quiet the journey back up to the Watchtower.

"What is she anyway?" she asks first, even before explaining how she can help. "I mean, she looked human, but she wasn't human." Willow wasn't sure why she knew that so much as she did. She'd just chalked it up to mystical intuition and rolled with it.

Regardless of what the girl was, Willow carries on earnestly, "It's actually okay that things were so crazy. I had a bunch of things to think about, and then I did some more research to make sure I wasn't wrong about some things. It's really kinda what made me come back. I'm pretty sure you're going to need me. I mean, John is okay -er, Mr. Constantine - but he's no Giles. And even Giles would have handed this off to me."

She smiles brightly at Kara, suddenly processing the last bit. "You were going to come looking for me? Oh gosh." Flattered and flustered in turns.

Supergirl has posed:
"That depends on which you are asking about. The entity we were fighting, which was the Enchantress apparently. Or the girl that was left behind that the Enchantress had been possessing. We are still not sure what race the girl is, we just know she's alien. It's still being worked on."

Supergirl motions for Willow to follow. "Since magic is involved, I figured I should get with each of you there were here to see if you might be able to find him. You were the easiest to find." She leads the way through to the meeting room. There she takes the first seat she comes to, making sure not to go near or even look at the chair at the far end of the table where Superman usually sits.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow nods, following along behind Kara, pondering what seat to take once they've arrived in the meeting room. She does take special care not to sit in the seat that Kara is so very obviously not looking at, surmising (and correctly so) that it belongs to the Man of Steel himself.

"I'm not so sure how much John can help you find him - but he probably will be helpful getting him back. Or could be. I'm not really sure I should be speaking for him, actually..."

She decides on a seat just next to Kara, and settles down to pulling out her laptop from her ever-present satchel.

In truth, the laptop is also ever-present, it's just not as visible, given it lives in the satchel when it's not being dragged out in public.

"What you need is someone who can scry for where he is. I mean, she's pretty powerful. That much I learned when I was looking things up. She can actually make you believe reality is anything she wants you to, did you know that?"

Willow looks ever so very serious as she imparts that.

"Bunches of stuff, really. But what she can't do is block what I can do." There's the faintest hint of smug in Willow's voice as she says that. "It might take me awhile to figure out where she's hidden him away, depending on how she's hidden him, but I'm pretty sure I can find him eventually. Likely faster than - well, I don't actually know how you'd do it another way."

Supergirl has posed:
"Then I started with the right person. Good," Supergirl says as she gives a bit of a nod. "To be honest, when it comes to anything magical, I am completely clueless. It's not something that we dealt with on Krypton and, though I have been on Earth for a few years, I still avoid it. It's one of the few things that can affect us," she admits, knowing that Willow can be trusted or Superman wouldn't have called her in.

Her eyes drop to the table top in front of her and she sighs softly, reaching up a hand to brush her hair away from her forehead. Here in the privacy of the station, she is able to let the worry show. Usually she is bubbly and happy. Now she is somber.

"I didn't know she could make you believe her own reality. I do know that her power last night caused me to go into a deep depression instantly. It was like Krypton had blown up all over again but double or triple the pain." She shudders faintly then looks back to Willow. "How can I help? What do you need?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Yeah, I felt that," Willow nods, her brow furrowing slightly. "That was pretty awful. I could see everyone was being affected. It kind of felt like being behind a curtain. I knew it was there, but it wasn't so bad as you were. But that other guy, he wasn't affected at all. That was pretty weird. I don't know why he wasn't."

It seems to bother her, but not so much that she's sidetracked.

"I can't hit things like you do, or fly, so I guess it's okay?" Of Kara's not being able to fathom magic. "And oh gosh, I won't tell anyone about that, but I bet that's how she got to Superman." She says 'she' and "Superman' in rather hushed tones that come with the attendant capital 'S' for Superman.

Willow, it seems, is almost constitutionally incapable of not being bubbly and cheerful, though she is rather more subdued for herself than Kara may realize.

"Well, it's easier for me if I have access to something of his. Preferably something he's used recently. I mean, I can do it without." Actually, she can totally do it without. However, Willow was still struggling with the reality of her powers not being contingent upon having items, and in truth, she could scry fully capably with her laptop without seeing anything of his. The crutch of it all, though, left Willow feeling more confident in her searches. More connected.

Hellboy has posed:
    For his part, though he hadn't been 'dazed' as much as Willow was, Hellboy wasn't doing much better than her in terms of processing the events up above the earth. The woman he shot, the amount of power she no doubt possessed...and the fact that one of the strongest guys on the planet was presumed missing and under said crazy woman's power.

    It's why Kara might notice the comm systems beeping and alerting anyone to the fact that someone else was down at the JFK, going through the same channels Willow had gone through previously. A smooth deep voice rolled out through the airwaves,

    "Hello, this thing on? I'm ringing the bell, anyone home?"

Supergirl has posed:
"I can certai--" Supergirl pauses as she hears the beeping interrupting. "Excuse me." She rises and heads over to a terminal that is in the meeting room, allowing her to do many of the things she could from the control room. She pushes a few buttons, including the camera to see who is down below. A moment later and she is turning on the comm. "Hello. Please come up. We're in the meeting room." She doesn't elaborate on who 'we' is.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Oh. Okay." Willow gives a smile to the other girl. Really, she's fairly used to things interrupting business. Generally, given the company she usually kept, business interrupted business. While she waits for Kara to deal with the matter, Willow boots up her laptop and starts opening windows - windows that don't really seem all that connected to any known browser if they're considered beyond the cursory.

Hellboy has posed:
    In walked a figure not like the other two. Tall, wide, Hellboy was a familiar sight to those who took the subway in New York and Gotham, but he was no less intimidating to many. At the moment he wasn't dressed for 'business' as it were, instead dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight blue shirt with a star spangled shield in the center, no guesses whose symbol that was. The clacking of his hooves on the metal floor could be heard as he walked closer toward the group, looking back and forth between the cute as a button redheaded girl, and the cute as a button blonde Kryptonian beauty. Hellboy was feeling distinctly out of place, but his poker face was too strong(and too ugly) to let that show. Instead he just gave a wave with his massive right hand and spoke.

    "Hello again. So, uhh...I'm Hellboy."

    The name never felt ridiculous until he was in situations like this one. In a world of Johns and Phillips, his handle, his goddamn designation, tended to stick out like a sore thumb.

Supergirl has posed:
"A pleasure to meet you officially, Hellboy. I'm Supergirl." She waves a hand at the table she's sitting by. She and WIllow are at the end closest to the door, the furthest away from the head of the table which is where Superman's chair is. As time passes in the room, Hellboy might catch on that Supergirl is doing everything in her power to not look at that empty chair. "I hoped you would get my message. I wanted to speak to all of you that helped last night. I want help trying to find Superman and since magic is involved, I figure I should go with the experts he had trusted to help with the Watchtower."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
In walks Hellboy, who is quite the picture - which is saying a lot for a girl who regularly was in the company of the rather more supernatural of creatures than your average human. You'd think that would stop what blurts out of her mouth next, but it doesn't...

"My last boyfriend was a demon."

Then immediately flushes a very unflattering scarlet, from somewhere deep below the neckline of her shirt to the exposed part of her hairline. "Oh gosh. I don't know why I said that. I mean, I saw you and you looked like a demon and the words just came out all like that." Not sure if she should follow her babble up with assertions she wasn't trying to pick him up, or let her flustered explanation (and ill-timed blurt) do the job for her.

"I'm Willow," she adds in a small voice. "Willow Rosenburg." Like that was going to mean anything to either of them.

Hellboy has posed:
    Supergirl spoke, and Hellboy started to respond, raising his left hand toward the offered chair in what looked like it was going to be a refusal, even as his mouth was moving to offer some sort of polite nicety.

    That plan was forgotten when Willow spoke and introduced herself, and what followed were many long moments of silence as it seemed the big guy was processing it. Was that smoke coming from his glowing yellow eyes? Or was it coming from his broken brain?

    Either way, the problem seemed to right itself as the big man spoke again. And he was close enough for the observant to notice a similar shield logo on the 'face' of his wristwatch. Looks like someone was a Cap fan growing up.

    "Uhhh...nice to meet you. Sorry to hear about your ex."

    He let that hang for just a moment, before turning back to Kara and speaking.

    "I'm flattered you're calling me an 'expert', but I can't make any guarantees. I suppose the first thing I have to ask is, where did you see him last? Can you remember anything about your last encounter with him?"

Supergirl has posed:
"I last saw him about a week ago," Superigrl replies. She doesn't mention where. After all, the Fortress of Solitude isn't something one chats about over coffee. Not that they have coffee. Maybe they should have coffee? "But I spoke to him yesterday, in preparation for last night. Well, what it was supposed to be, not what it turned out to be. Although I guess technically we did find out what was behind it so we did achieve our goal." She frowns a little then glances at the pair of them.

"Willow, I'll be able to have something of his to you later today. I just need to zip by his place and then back to you. It'll take me a couple of minutes tops. We can do that when we go back down unless you want me to do it now?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Oh, that's okay," Willow, her scarlet slowly fading, and nothing more than an unpleasant cerise at the moment, furiously focuses her attention on her laptop., letting her embarrassment override her inner insistence that she needs anything to make this work. (Besides, she's looked for so many things she didn't have any physical line on.)

"Mostly I just need to narrow down parameters of what I'm looking for, and start looking for patterns in what the searches show me. Sometimes it's fast. Sometimes it's slow. It all depends on what's in my way, and how far off the beaten track I have to go to find what I'm looking for."

She looks up in all earnestness, her typing stopped for the moment. "I expect she's put wards and guards in the way. Which means I'll have to bypass them. It's sorta like dealing with a firewall, only a little trickier as those things have distinct patterns to them, and really bound code parameters. It's why they can be hacked so easlier unless you're a real expert. Magic is kinda personal to the person - I mean, okay there are spells, but you kinda bind some of yourself into them when you do them."

She stops herself and blinks at them both, particularly Supergirl. "None of this makes sense to either of you, does it?"

Yet another thing Willow was used to.

Hellboy has posed:
    "You'd be surprised. I had to learn a lot of the basics of spellcasting in my line of work, wizards and witches tend to be the ones enabling the beasts and nasties of the world."

    He didn't mention that Professor Bruttenholm was the one teaching him. Going down that road just led to heavier drinking. Instead he looked over at the Teen Of Tomorrow, even as his left hand pulled out the white and red pack of smokes idly.

    "I trust Willow here to deal with the magic and spells themselves, truth be told I've never been proficient with spells or incantations, I just know enough to cheat and break 'em half the time. I'd be better suited to trying to follow the physical trail your cousin left behind, but I'd be able to do that better if I knew more about him. Does he sleep anywhere? Matter of fact...does he sleep? I think I read somewhere the guy can lift whole mountains, if that's true what kinda food does he put down to make that possible? Does he have any particular haunts, anything like that?"

    After a moment.

    "I understand you might not want to tell anything like that to a SHIELD agent. For what it's worth, I know how to keep a secret or two, when I have to. I just want to find him."

Supergirl has posed:
The blank look that Willow gets from Supergirl lets her know that she has indeed lost the Maid of Might. She has no idea what any of that means. She has no idea how any of this works. She just knows she needs to find Superman and to do so, she's going to have to use magic. Well, she's going to have to have others use magic.

All the questions from Hellboy have her blinking slowly then she shakes her head. "Of course he sleeps and eats. We all do. I mean, I can't speak for how much he eats but I eat like a horse. Not because I need to but because I like food," she admits. "I can't tell you a lot about him. We have secret identities for a reason. Otherwise, it would endanger our families. I don't think it would be right for me to share his secret, even in this situation. I'm very sorry about that. I mean, he does have a place he goes for privacy that I could show you but I would have to blindfold you and carry you there."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"You cast," Willow asks of Hellboy, suitably surprised and impressed. "See? You can't judge a book by its cover. I mean, you hear that all the time, but it's really true." Not that supernatural creatures *didn't* use magic, because they did. She's just assumed by his overbearing look, and the carry of his form, that he was a bruiser, and not someone who relied upon magic.

Though, it sounded more like out of self-defense more than relied upon.

"And I'm not really dealing with spells. Well, okay, I am in a way, but my scrying doesn't really work like that." It was hard to explain. It was and wasn't spellcasting. Not like when she created wards, or did rituals. What she was doing now was more an inherent part of her - and was a true hybrid of tech and magic that wasn't easy to define.

"It's a bit like using Gooble, only, I don't actually connect to any search engine." That she figured should make sense to any tech-savvy person, even if they might not know how she managed to search without a search engine. "I get results that I have to sort through. Sometimes the results are simple. Or I only get one. But more complicated things I have to narrow my search down. If she's put wards in place, I'll hit walls, or stops in my searches where I'll have to figure out the right words to use to go around them."

Which, ultimately, did sound terribly like a Gooble search. Only she was very much reassuring it was magic.

Hellboy has posed:
    "I understand, the last thing I want to do is intrude on anyone's privacy. I just ask that-"

    A light started flashing on his wristwatch, and Hellboy glanced down with a singular raised brow. He was silent for a few moments, before looking up and around at the two girls.

    "Well, I wouldn't call it casting. I can read incantations and I can understand the rules. But if you're asking if I can do what that guy in the trenchcoat did, the guy who managed to turn the crazy dingbat's hair into a magical weapon? No, not even close."

    Then, he turned his attention back to Supergirl.

    "I'll give you time to think it over, and let you contact me when you're ready to fly me to wherever you need me. But for now, speaking of SHIELD, I need to check in with them, I need to see if this is an emergency or not. Listen...if he's out there, we're going to find him. Alright?"

    And with that, Hellboy turned around and left the room. For ten seconds, then the sounds of his clacking hooves could be heard getting louder as he returned.

    "Hey. How do we get out of here?"

Supergirl has posed:
"I"ll show you," Supergirl says as she rises. She leads the way out of the room back to the teleporter pad. There she actually shows him how to use the controls to dial up whichever city he would like to teleport too. But then she sets it for New York, where they had all come up from. "I will get with you tomorrow, Hellboy. We'll head up to the Fortress of Solitude. Not sure what it will do to help but it is somewhere he spends time and it won't give away his secrets."

Only after he has teleported away will she return to Willow. "I think we will need to wrap this up shortly. I have a few things I need to look int on the ground."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow had already taken Hellboy's notification of departure as her own sign to pack things up. "I can do this at home. I mean, it's likely going to take a bit. I just need a way to contact you once I make any progress."

Her head tilts to one side, "He's kinda nice. I mean, for someone who looks like that. You kind of expect him to be punching holes through walls, not making nice and looking slightly embarrassed to be here."

She'd noted the SHIELD items. It occurred to her if she needed to look him up, she knew where to start her search.

"Anyway, I live in the Hugo Building in Gotham, if you need me. I don't have a card or anything. Oh! I do have email, though." And a phone number - both of which Willow scrawls for Kara, and then packs her laptop up, waiting to be escorted out.