Owner	Pose
Black Canary	Between Ana's studies and Ana's other studies that involve a Hell of a lot more bruising, life has likely been a bit stressful for the Black Canary's young protege. And Canary being the harsh taskmistress she is, it doesn't seem likely this will change anytime soon. This is why it probably came as a huge surprise when, out of nowhere, Canary asked Ana the following: "The Starling Sentinels are playing Metropolis United. Wanna come?" The question being asked in a way that would have rendered 'no' a very awkward response. Of course even more surprising is finding out that a) the game is in Metropolis, not Starling, and b) that Canary, with her usual regard for rules and propriety, is just going to use the Justice League's teleporters to cross the distance. "Bring your costume," she says, having already packed hers, plus her knuckle dusters and a couple of combat knives, into a small overnight bag slung over her shoulder. "Never know what happens."
Bruce Banner	Metropolis is usually nice this time of day. Bruce Banner's ultimate motive is to mind his own goddamn business. He walks the streets by himself, trying to look anonymous. So far, no Superman in the skies. No giant robots trying to conquer the city or space-faring invaders. Bruce is just being....Bruce. He's heard about the Starling Sentinels, but he can't be in a place like that with SO MANY PEOPLE and expect to keep control. He has a contact he's on his way to meet regarding a potential cure substance. ...But life is always ready to disappoint.
Ana Corazon	"My costume is jeans and a tank top," Anya manages to get out before she's whisked off, Canary being her usual bundle of energy. "Though I've been thinking..." She finishes her thought, as they arrive at their destination. "..something in red, I drew some pictures. If you wanna see them. I mean, I could use your advice." Then, she realizes (Canary probably realizes it first) that this isn't the time. The stadium is in the process of falling over. People are screaming, and the aircraft that's just smashed into the side of it is starting to fall through. It's amazing that it hasn't gone right through, crushing everyone inside! The stadium walls are collapsing around us, and there is a definite lack of Superman present. Anyone who was already here? Yeah, that just happened. It's loud, hard to miss. Good luck. "So, Dinah. I don't know the move for this one."
Black Canary	"Move?" Dinah swings into action. "You get in, get your hands dirty, and try to save as many as you can. Try not to think of the ones you couldn't save." There are worse philosophies to life. Most of them, in fact. Question is, how easy is it to LIVE those philosophies? Ana is about to find out. (Dinah already knows: it's hard.) "I'll look at the drawing later," she says unnecessarily. "Wish I had time to change." Mental note. Next time attend in costume. Just in case life takes another steaming dump on your free time. Canary lacks Ana's unnatural balance, but is far better than most anyway. While everybody else is milling about and screaming in a panic, she's parkoured her way up the nearest exit gate. Firing up her lungs and Cry, she calls out in an authoritative voice: "THIS IS BLACK CANARY OF THE JUSTICE LEAGUE. PLEASE REMAIN CALM AND START MOVING IN AN ORDERLY FASHION TO THE NEAREST UNDAMAGED EXIT! AVOID SMOKE AND CRACKED STRUCTURAL ELEMENTS. LEAVE YOUR POSSESSIONS BEHIND: YOUR LIVES ARE WORTH MORE!" Message delivered, she takes advantage of her position to survey the scene and find people in need of rescue.
Bruce Banner	BOOM! "What the?!" People were immediately screaming. The stadium had suffered a massive impact and the panic was starting to flood into the streets. People bump into Bruce repeatedly, and one even practically bowls him over trying to run for their lives. "I'm too young to die!" Screams someone that steps on Bruce as they run by. "Uhnnngnn....no...oh no no no..." He starts to feel it. His eyes snap open. Brown being corrupted into an emerald green shade. People start screaming and running from something else entirely as something bulks up, transforms, clothes tearing as colossal amounts of green muscle replace it. Fists slam into the ground once. the second time creates a small crater in the earth as Bruce Banner is thrown into the back seat... And the Hulk takes the wheel. The call of the Canary to try and organize people in an orderly fashion is offput by the deafening /roar/ of the Hulk.
Ana Corazon	Nice. Leaves Anya's right ear ringing, but nice anyway. She leaps up onto the seats in front of her, just standing on them like they were flat ground, and shakes her head. She pulls the goggles on (her entire costume yay) and then glances at Canary. And then she nods. We can't stay together, not dealing with this. And I'm the mobile one. The sound of a monster roaring outside makes her glance to that side, but there's an awful lot of roaring right now, as the metal braces start to buckle, the ceiling raining debris all over everyone. People rush past, Canary's cry having caused everyone around them to huddle down into their seats. Which gives Anya a free running space, and she takes off. She's running on the backs of the seats, her feet touching down for an instant before she steps to another row. She's heading toward the wall, her grapple out and in her hand. Whatever it is that she's doing is not immediately obvious, but that amazing sense of balance might save lives today. Which is awesome, since that's when the plane shifts and cracks the west wall, causing a HUGE portion of it to fall, straight down toward a horde of screaming humans. The plane starts to shift forward as well, metal screeching on metal. The building was not built to hold up to this kind of punishment!
Black Canary	"Shit!" Eloquent as always, Canary sees the wall starting to crumble; sees the plane starting to shift. That's two problems and they're both a bit too big for her to deal with just running around yanking people out of harm's way. Nope. There's going to be deaf people after today. It will take a lot of control to make sure the deafness isn't permanent for most of them. Lungs fill to an unnatural pressure. Not Kryptonian grade, but a surprising amount of air fits into them. Then it gets released, and on its way out it runs through a special organ only she has (that she knows of). An organ that has two very tough versions of vocal cords. As the air passes over them they commence with a high-pitched squeal too high for any human (and indeed most animals!) to hear. In perfect concert they fly out of her mouth in the tightest focus she can manage, at tremendous bodily strain, to bathe the falling concrete. Three seconds from impact. The cords in her throat start to change, causing their ultrasonic scream to go out of sync, the interference between them making audible sound. Rapidly from infrasonic they climb the spectrum. Canary's ears listen almost subconsciously for the tell-tale signs of resonance. Rapidly she centres on the resonant frequency of the largest chunk of concrete, her brain noting the other frequencies that resonate along the way. Two seconds from impact. Now she unleashes with an awesome amount of sonic energy, right at the resonant frequency of the largest chunk, the concrete shard is pulverized into sand and rebar fragments by the energy received. (Any eardrums in the direct path will sadly shatter as well.) And before she can even rejoice in this, her Cry rapidly flicks between the other noted sounds, pulverizing a dozen more lethally-sized chunks into sand. One second to impact. Canary falls to her knees, spent by the effort, gasping for breath, willing herself to oxygenate; to get back into action. Impact. Hundreds of people are pelted with sand and smaller pieces of concrete. Injuries there will be aplenty. She can't destroy it all. But lethality is next to none as the huge pieces are long gone. Canary claws herself to her feet, leaning on a seat back for support as she desperately tries to get herself moving again. People still need saving.