10620/The Divine

The Divine
Date of Scene:	01 April 2022
Location:	Location
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Divine, Thaal Sinestro

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Divine has posed:
New York City is a fun place, full of glitz, money, heroes and the best pizza on the planet. Chicago can suck it. New York City is also full of, well, crime. Sure, it has Spider-Man, the Avengers, the Defenders, the Heroes For Hire calling it home, but sometimes those guys are busy. Sometimes those guys are busy when the dreaded PASTE POT PETE goes on a rampage.

Okay, he just ripped off a Bodega, but still. He has that GLUE GUN, and the poor patrons and employees of that bodega are going to have a hell of a time getting that stuff out of their hair!

Regardless of his victims problems, the ... F-List villain runs down the street, stuffing a chopped cheese down his gullet, not really looking where he's going. Which is why he runs right into GOTH POWER GI---Okay, it's Divine. Emma Frost's new bodyguard and real life half-Kryptonian clone of Power Girl. She doesn't move at the impact, and Pete nearly tumbles backwards. He looks up and up .... and over and up, swallowing the best sandwich.

"You're a whole lotta woman ain't y--"

TWO BLOCKS AWAY

Pete crashes into a pile of garbage cans, his paste pot exploding and adhering him to the ground. Not that he's gonna be awake for a bit.

Divine dusts her hands off and stuffs them back into the pocket of her hoodie, moseying down the street as gawkers, well, gawk.

Thaal Sinestro has posed:
Gawkers gawk, but more importantly: they snap.

They snap a lot, populating dozens of feeds with pictures and videos not only of Divine herself, but of Paste Pot Pete two blocks away, the man who just-- fell into garbage cans.

They snap so much, with such a concentration of geotags that Divine's struck by an emerald spotlight just minutes after the incidental clash, courtesy of a radiant aura edged towards 'warning' magnitude and a pink-skinned frown from on high.

"Hello."

Between the toneless voice, the folded arms, the wary arch of his brow, and the red sparks intermittently leaping from the otherwise green ring on his left hand, it is a reasonable bet that Sinestro is - at the least - interested, perhaps even concerned-- less for Paste Pot Pete's well-being than for Divine's casually wielded strength.

"Who are you?" promptly follows as the spotlight intensifies.

Divine has posed:
One moment, Divine is minding her own business, and then she punches Paste Pot Pete hard enough that he might fit into his own paste pot. The moment after that, she's minding her own business again, and then she's spotlighted by green. She has never seen this before. Her head tilts curiously before she looks up at Sinestro, squinting slightly.

"You know, I'm pretty new at this 'Being In The World' thing, but I think that's a pretty rude question. Or at least, your tone is."

She considers ascending to meet him on his level, but she's not sure about this green light thing, and she's not really in the mood to tussle, so she stays put.

"My name is Divine. And you are...?"

Thaal Sinestro has posed:
"Green Lantern--"

A slight pause. A flickering grimace.

He still forgets, sometimes: there are like a dozen of them here these days, and it's very strange.

"Sinestro," he amends, slightly lower. "Your unfamiliarity with the customs of this world are understandable, given their many vagaries and your non--"

The spotlight's narrowing as he speaks, narrowing until it's more of a concentrated beam sweeping up, then down Divine's body at a measured pace.

"-- native status--..."

Slower, slower, slower still as narrowed eyes become a bemused squint.

"--... but... punching humans across multiple city blocks," he concludes, quieter still, "is typically considered rude as well, I am given to understand."

A long, long pause ensues as the beam works its way back to the top of Divine's head.

"You are fortunate that this human," he then murmurs, "was a criminal; there is a certain... understanding when it comes to the rights of criminals, here."

Divine has posed:
"She feels scrutinized by that beam. It makes her hackles rise. She can't help it, it reminds her of being in The Tube. She draws a deep breath and keeps her cool.

"In my defense, he came screaming out of that bodega up the street after he robbed it. Which I could hear from here. Also, the creepy old man was ogling me like a piece of meat, and that was really rude." A pause. "I held back, I didn't want to, you know, kill him. That'd be a mess for Miss Frost to clean up and I...don't really think I like the idea of killing somebody."

Thaal Sinestro has posed:
She is being scrutinized by the beam.

"Yes, yes--" he crisply states, lifting a hand as Divine explains. "As I said: he is a criminal. Obviously, I am familiar with the rap sheet of Paste Pot Pete," because he is wearing a supercomputer on his finger.

The tone makes it hard to tell whether he's joking or not with the 'obviously', though.

"I care less about your questionable manners"

(THAT is a joke, for all that the shift in inflection is so subtle you'd almost need super hearing to register it.)

"than I do your presence, here..."

The beam -- and the red sparks jumping from his left hand -- quiet while Sinestro descends, slowly, to place himself directly in front of Divine. She is still being scrutinized; it's just that a good Lantern knows when to use his eyes and his gut over his ring.

"Who is... Miss Frost?" he wonders, still squinting; head, canted slightly.

Divine has posed:
Poor Sinestro. Divine is just really confused. She blinks a couple times. "I ... I live here? I was, not that it's any of your business, made here." A pause, squinting at the rapidly becoming more obvious space man. "I'm a clone. ... A hybrid one. Somebody told me you can't do pure Kryptonian clones."

Luckily for everyone involved, the appearance of a surly Green Lantern has given the two a fairly wide berth. Not that Divine's nature is truly a secret, she just doesn't think everyone needs to know, but her body language says she might just be a little intimidated by Sinestro. It's the Cop Aura, really.

"And Miss Frost is Emma Frost, I'm sure you've heard of her. I'm her, well, bodyguard."

Thaal Sinestro has posed:
Oh, so she's just going to go ahead and say it-- a fact which leaves the Space Cop briefly, visibly dumbfounded in the midst of trying to find a diplomatic way to get to 'so, why are you some kinda fucked up kryptonian clone, lady?'.

He blinks, several times over.

"... yes," is all the answer he has for -- any of it, at first. For a while; a few seconds, easy.

She is still being scrutinized, after all.

"You... are."

Which isn't really an improvement--

"... forgive me." Gently radiant green eyes shut while Sinestro breathes, slow and deep. When they open again his gaze has softened-- slightly. He's not a man who's particularly given to soft expressions and gentle touches, but he is old enough and experienced enough to know how to tame the Cop Aura when the situation calls for it.

"I... would not have expected to encounter a Kryptonian clone," he tentatively states, "walking down the streets of New York City." Another long breath with lidded eyes ensues. "Did Emma Frost...?" he wonders, the question plain even though he refrains from voicing all of it.

Divine has posed:
Divine, for all her looks and sometimes bad attitude, is still fairly innocent to the ways of the world. Being a lab grown clone will do that. She blinks a few times, seeming to relax slightly as he tones down the cop aura. When Sinestro asks about Emma, Divine looks confused for a second until she puts it together.

"What? No! She's helping me ... acclimate to life outside. Whoever made me set me loose months ago, and I, uh, accidentally got thrown into her car from across the city by an angel. I guess she decided I needed help more than she was mad about her limo. She's very kind."

Thaal Sinestro has posed:
"A capitalist socialite..." Sinestro exhales, unable to hold the eyerolls at bay.

"Is... Superman aware of this? Of you? Of the... thing, the dangerous and terrible thing that someone has done in creating you?" he wonders once his eyes are back on Divine, sounding -- weirdly enough, concerned?

Though, whether it's about the dangerous and terrible thing or the woman it created is up for interpretation. His folded arm stance does grow slack as he asks, though-- just as his eyes narrow once more, because his mind is already picking through the possibilities for accomplishing such a feat as cloning a Kryptonian.

"I am... glad," he thinks to murmur after a few moments' silence, "that you have found some manner of kindness in this world. Regardless of whatever circumstances led to your... ... existence... in it. And moreso still that you are, for now, not a murderess; the alternative would be troublesome to say the least."