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Crazy Jane	It's a pleasant day, and the skies are clear. From high in the air, the view across Manhattan is magnificant, and if you are high enough, you can see for miles. Great for those who can fly, or those who have a high vantage point for viewing.     One popular high vantage point is the 86th floor of the Empire State building, the open-air observation deck. As is often the case on a day like today, it's heaving with tourists and a few locals, peering out through the iron safety fencing at the city, the park, the river and beyond.     As people roam the open-air deck, take photos of the view and each other, one person in the crowd seems oddly uninterested in the view. A short woman, shoulders hunched, hood pulled up over her head, pushes her way through the massed tourists, her attention not on the view but the people around her. She seems to be seeking someone out, and isn't being particularly polite about it. After one too many time of pulling someone's shoudler to get to look them in the face, her latest accostee starts shouting at her. She whispers something rather insulting to him and backs away, hunching up more, but he doesn't seem to want to let it lie. "Screw you lady, what's your problem?" he demands, staying in her face as she backs away. She glares but doesn't say anything more, trying to ignore him. The crowd nearby turns to look, but nobody is interfering.
Mon-El	Lar was just returning from the Justice League Watchtower, glad that the whole business with Kal getting kidnapped has finally resolved, and it seems the Man of Steel is well on his way to a full recovery. Of course, he'll have to check in again later, just to make sure he doesn't go ballistic on people again.     He descends through the atmosphere toward New York. The top of the Empire State Building of course, is one of the first things one would encounter when approaching the city from the air. That's when he hears the shouts from the observation deck, which gives him pause. He slows, hovering momentarily there as he debates whether or not to get involved. Because seriously, some situations just don't -need- someone who can punch things to the moon, and more often than not, those types of circumstances end up getting worse not better when he tries to 'fix' things. Though he does keep an eye on things, watching as the man keeps getting in the woman's face.
Crazy Jane	With his proximity - and enhanced hearing - Mon-El can easily hear the conversation. It's very one-sided. The man is rather irrationally upset by what seems like no more than a bit of unnecessary rudeness. "Think you can just barge into people, huh? Who'dya think you are anyway? Don't just walk away from me! How'd you like it if I start pushing you around, huh?"     The woman doesn't seem to want anything to do with the confrontation. "Sorry," she mumbles, not very apologetically "I was looking for someone. It's important. Leave me alone." The man however doesn't seem to be ready to leave her alone, and the crowd in the immediate vicinity starts making space, the way crowds do when they start to worry that violence may happen. The woman shrinks into herself, hunching her shoulders tighter, her eyes darting from the man accosting her to the faces in the retreating crowd. She backs away slowly, but the man grabs for her shoulder...     The faintest of shimmers passes across the woman's face, and in a flash her demeanor changes utterly. The shoulders unhunch and she steps forwards, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting. "I said leave me alone!" she snarls. "Don't touch me! Never touch me!" The man gives a yelp of pain, and then another of shock as he finds himself lifted in the air by the woman, and slammed hard (but not TOO hard) into the wall. "Is that clear?" The woman screams at him.
Mon-El	Uh-oh. Now -that- wasn't good. Lar watches as the situation suddenly escalates and the woman grabs the man and slams him into the wall. Okay, he was kind of asking for that one, but still. The Daxamite lands quickly on the deck and tries to -gently- pull the woman off of the unfortunate man. "Hey, hey. Calm down the both of you." he says, his tone authoritative. Hopefully they saw him drop out of the sky and will recognize how strong he is. "Don't make me hurt either of you."
Crazy Jane	The woman - for the sake of narrative clarity let's call her Jane - turns to Mon-El with a snarl. She drops the man, who falls and stumbles to his feet, backing away rapidly. "Don't you touch me either!" she yells at Mon-El, pulling away from his grasp (which even when he's being gentle is rather impressive) and flailing a badly-aimed punch at him which misses. She takes a couple of steps back , balling her fists and breathing heavily. Unfortunately she seems quite willing to get into a fight even with a Daxamite...     The shimmer passes across her face again, and this close something more is noticeable about it. The tattoos that cover a large part of her neck vanish with the shimmer, and she straightens. Her breathing is back to normal, and all signs of wanting a fight are gone in the instant. "Who the hell are you?" she asks with a slight shake of her head. "Look. Doesn't matter. Something's going to happen. Someone dangerous is here, I have to stop him. It's important."
Mon-El	"Huh." Lar is indeed surprised at how strong she is and that she was able to pull away from him, even though he wasn't exactly trying to hold her down or anything, he just wanted to get her off of the man. And then she's putting up her fists, as if she's willing to get into a fight with him. Seriously? "Hey, I don't want any trouble, ma'am..." he says, putting his hands up in a placating manner.     Then she seems to stop with the aggression at least. "Who? Who needs to be stopped?" he questions. "I can help," The Daxamite says calmly, hoping to soothe her.
Crazy Jane	"It's The Face-No-Face," Jane says, trying to keep calm. "Don't blame me for the name. I didn't come up with it. He can't keep a face for long. It melts. He steals a new one. Sometimes he explodes."     Jane blinks a couple of times. Looks away. Looks back. "I know how that sounds. I'm not making this up. Help me. Look for someone who's face looks like it's about to fall off. He's here. I know he is. I saw it in a painting..." she stops herself, aware of how crazy that sounds, and stamps a foot. "Can you just take my word for this?"     Fortunately for Jane, her struggle to sound remotely plausible is interrupted by a scream from the other side of the observation platform, which perhaps adds credibility to her otherwise very unlikely claims. Without another word she turns and runs in the direction the scream came, but the crowd that has gathered around to watch has become rather tightly packed, and she struggles to make her way through.
Mon-El	Actually, it doesn't seem like Lar is unwilling to believe her at all. Really, you don't make up stuff like that. And honestly his -own- story is probably just as crazy-sounding. At least hers doesn't involve time travel.     He nods at her request. "Sure." Then he immediately starts scanning the crowds with his enchanced vision, looking for the thing she just described. But then there is a scream, and he flies up over the crowds to reach the source of it!
Crazy Jane	Lar is able to bypass the crowds easily by simply flying over their heads, and gets to the other end of the observation deck while Jane is still fighting her way through the crowd. There he finds a rapidly-growing circle in the crowd, around a pair of men grappling. It's not hard to see that Jane's warning was probably correct. One of the men appears to be losing his face - it's peeling grotesequely and slipping off his skull. The other looks like he may be about to lose his face too, becauce The Face-No-Face has a wickedly sharp looking flaying knife, which he clearly intends to remove his victim's face with.     Jane manages to get through the crowd that had gathered around her at the other side of the observation deck, but meets the second crowd gathering around The Face-No-Face and his panicking victim, and is struggling to get through. Given how strong she'd seemed previously, it's surprising she doesn't seem to be having more luck pushing through. "Stop him!" She screams out to Mon-El.
Mon-El	Well Jane doesn't have to tell him twice. As soon as Lar sees the man with the knife attacking another man, he flies at the Face-No-Face, letting loose with a thin, yet pinpoint-accurate beam of thermal vision at that weapon in an attempt to destroy it, then closes the distance and tries to pull him off of his victim. He isn't sure how strong this guy is, and doesn't want to accidentally kill him, so he only goes for slightly more rough than the way he'd handled Jane earlier.
Crazy Jane	The Face-No-Face pushes his arm inexorably down closer and closer to his victim's face, and the victim yells in fear and tries to hold the arm back. Lar's heat ray vision lashes out and rapidly heats the blade to a glowing red-hot. The Face-No-Face screams out in pain and drops the knife to clutch his hand, his victim backing away with a desperate skittering of limbs.     Lar snatches The Face-No-Face in a firm grip, and it's clear the villain has nothing like the strength it would take to break from his grasp. He turns a grimace of rage on Lar, the skin of his forehead slipping down over one eye as his face starts to fall off completely. He screams wordlessly and his eyes start to glow red.     "He's going to explode!" Jane calls out from the densest part of the surrounding crowd. "Everybody run!" Nobody it seems is listening to her though. Lar can feel the heat rising from The Face-No-Face's body.     Suddenly, Jane is standing next to Lar and his captive. She grabs a hold of the villain's leg, and both of them vanish. A moment later they both reappear in the air, perhaps fifty feet out from the building and some distance further up. She lets go of him, and they both begin to fall. Jane vanishes again, to reappear a few feet above the observation plaform, where she tumbles to the ground. There's a faint >WHOOMPH< of flame as The Face-No-Face, as promised, explodes. There appears to be nothing left.     It all happened in a moment, and the crowd is silent, trying to process what just happened. Jane sits up from where she had fallen and looks up at Lar. "Thanks," she says simply.
Mon-El	Yeech, that guy is definitely one of the creepier things Lar has seen in his lifetime, though probably not the worst ever. When Jane shouts that he's about to explode, the Daxamite was about to fly as high as he could go without killing the man via suffocation just to keep the blast from harming anyone, but it seems Jane has that well under control.     As the explosion goes off, he watches from the deck. Then he goes over to Jane where she had fallen, just checking to make sure she's all right. "You okay?" he asks, even though the X-ray vision is probably already answering that question.
Crazy Jane	"Yeah. I'm fine. " Jane clambers to her feet, and looks up at Lar - something a lot of the crowd are doing too, he does rather stand out. "Um... thanks," she repeats unnecessary. Her expression is awkward, she's obviously not comfortable in this situation. She looks out over the parapet to where a faint sprinking of ash falls slowly groundwards and drifts away in the wind.      "Don't worry," Jane says quietly. "He'll be back. Or do worry. Or something." She sighs and looks back at Lar. "Fuck. Sorry. I'm not very good at this kind of thing. I... uh. I'm with the Doom Patrol." Doom Patrol? Is that even a thing any more? The thought appears to occur to her. "I mean. Kinda. Only there isn't really a Doom Patrol any more. And the chief isn't..." she raises one hand and waves it, fingers splayed, like she's trying to wave away the entire conversaiton. "I didn't know what else to do," she finishes lamely. "Uh. I better go."
Mon-El	Lar nods when Jane confirms she's quite all right. "Glad to hear it." Yeah, now they're all staring. Which doesn't come as a surprise. Quite a number of them are taking photos and videos on their phones, of course. He's used to it by now, at least.     "Yeah, I figured he would." He says when she mentions Face-No-Face would return. "Sounded like a sort of ongoing menace when you first brought it up, anyway."     He peers at her curiously. "Huh? Sorry for what? You did just fine, I think. No one was hurt. What's your name? I'm Lar Gand." he says, offering a handshake.
Crazy Jane	Jane puts her hand out to take the proferred handshake, but seems to have second thoughts, pulling her hand back with a sudden jerk. She twitches her arm away as if not sure what to do with it, then folds her arms tightly around herself, an oddly defensive gesture. "Uh s... sorry. I don't... I don't do the hand shaking thing." She steps back a little. "Um. Jane." She takes step back, pulling her hood up close, obviously not happy about the phones pointing their direction. "He... yeah. I have no idea how he can explode and then come back," she says with a sigh. "It might be in the Chief's records somewhere but I'm not good with the whole research thing. I kinda read page one and left it at that. Just figured, stop him. That's enough for now, right? I mean it's not really... this isn't really me." She glances around again. "Lar Gand? Uh. Okay. Nice to meet you I guess. I thought you might be Superman or something."
Mon-El	Lar watches her uncertainly, holding his hand there as she seems to become ambivalent on whether she wants to take the handshake or not. But he eventually withdraws when she seems to take a defensive posture, shrugging. "Oh, well that's all right. I can understand why you might not want to. It's nice meet you, Jane." he says, with a polite smile.     Then he chuckles when she mentions Superman. "I...get that a lot, actually. But hey, I'm flattered. Anyway, I'll keep an eye out for this uh, Face-No-Face in the future. Again, it was good to meet you!" Then he zooms off back into the sky.