13881/You Meet All Kinds In New York

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You Meet All Kinds In New York
Date of Scene: 19 January 2023
Location: Empire State Building
Synopsis: Divine meets Silk, and they have a nice chat and set up a date!? Maybe! Labels are silly!
Cast of Characters: Divine, Cindy Moon




Divine has posed:
After a little day trip to Metropolis, the half-Kryptonian Clone called Divine was back in her usual stomping grounds of New York City. The perks of being a bodyguard to one of the most powerful psychics on the planet is you don't really have much to do, but you still get paid!

Thusly, the clone floats near the top of the Empire State Building, just looking out over the city and not really caring if she's invading airspace she's not allowed to be in. What are they going to do? Make her leave?

She barely seems dressed for the January chill in leggings, an oversized black hoodie and her ever present calf-high combat boots.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk is out doing her regular patrol, stopping the occational robbery here or preventing a mugging there, the usual stuff. Nothing that New York hasn't seen before, anyways. Swinging through the city towards her favorite place of all to roost, she fires a web-line from both wrists and hurls herself upwards into a verticle run up the side of the building.

Physics are real, but they really don't have much effect on the spiders.

Hopping as she runs, she whirls around in mid-air and fires another line to pull herself further up the building and add more momentum until. Once she's nearer to the peak, the crown atop the building, and well within range of Divine to see and hear her, she leaps backwards into a stalled out backflip twirl. The web catches teh apex of the building and swings her around it in a wide arc that tightens as the webbing wraps the structure until she's perched upon the flag high above New York.

Feet turned, standing in a crouch, with one hand curled over the ball capping the pole.

Had she missed Divine? Maybe... she's use to being around beings who can fly or float or run up the sides of buildings though.. So no threat, no concern?

Divine has posed:
Could Divine be a threat? Absolutely. Even a half-Kryptonian can destroy a city block in a rage, but she seems calm. Pleased, even. Likely to Cindy's disappointment, the spider was in earshot when she thwipped her first webline against the building to start swinging up. The perks of enhanced senses. She listened to every -plat- of webbing, to the soft footfalls of running up the building and even the faint squeaks as the webbing tightened around the spire. Neat.

With a thought, the clone ascends, her body language casual, hands stuffed in her hoodie pocket. She stops nest to the pole, keeping a polite distance and making sure she's hovering so that she and Cindy are of a height. Manners.

"Hey. ... That was pretty cool."

Cindy Moon has posed:
Cindy's senses were really hit or miss most of the time. When they hit, they hit very big... she could see a threat coming before there was even a threat to see coming, but when it wasn't? Well.. she was as flat-footed as any other spider.

She perks and peers over at the hovering Divine with a slight tilt of her head. Perhaps just shy of surprise, given how high above the city she is currently... She glances around again and side rolls a bit lower on the pole towards the base, putting one foot down on the ledge so she's not just crouching.

"Thanks... ugh... fancy meeting you here?" One brow perked, the other narrowed.

Divine has posed:
"Yeah. Fancy," she says with a nod. "I should have put on my nice clothes." Apparently she's not good with the jokes. "You know, for as long as I've been in New York, I've never seen one of you Spider-People. So this is a treat I guess. Superman Yesterday and," she trails of, turning to look at Silk, tilting her head. She frowns in thought, suddenly looking a little embarrassed.

"I, uh, don't know which one you are. ... Sorry. I'm Divine, and yes that's really my name."

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk looks down at her own costume, black and white with her red silk mask over her face, then back up at Divine floating nearby. "It's not the four seasons, so I think we both get a pass on not wearing ball-gowns." Both red tipped gloved hands run down her black legs, peering around as the wind kicks her black hair around, a few strands crossing over her forehead.

"I've never met Superman." She murmurs, peering down at her feet, then back at the floating figure.

"Are you one of his?"

Then introductions and she extends her hand awkwardly, "They call me Silk. I haven't been around very long. All things considered."

Divine has posed:
Divine is, at the very least, polite. When Silk extends her hand, she skims closer to give it a shake. Her grip is set at 'Firm for a baseline human'. She doesn't need to do any flexing here. "Nice to meet you, Silk," she says with a slight smile.

"If you get the chance to meet him, take it. You know how they say to never meet your heroes because they'll always disappoint you? He won't." She pauses, chewing her lip. "That's complicated. Not a secret, but complicated. I have an easy way to explain, though. You got a phone? Find a decent picture of Power Girl, and then hold the phone up so you can see her icture and me at the same time."

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk, likewise, has a firm grip for a human. "Nice to meet you too, Divine. That's a thirty dollar name, by the way. Why Divine? Did you chose it? DID you chose it?" Once her hand is returned, she lays it against the side of the building behind her. Leaning back with one foot up to brace herself, she easily remains aloof even with the inch thin ledge upon which she's standing.

"I'll keep it in mind if he ever does a meet and greet. Not sure I'm really someone who will ever be on the Man of Steel's radar, though. Call it a hunch." No disappointment, just acceptance of her place in the grand hierarchy of super hero-dom. Regardless...

She pulls her phone from behind her back and flicks open the screen to do a quick search, bringing a picture of Power Girl open, maximizing it, and holding it where she can see both the picture and Divine.

"Your sister?"

"Wait, do Kryptonians reproduce by mitosis or something? That would be... uh... interesting."

Divine has posed:
The resemblence is uncanny. It's like Power Girl got a really good dye job and decided to wear more clothes. Also an attitude adjustment.

"Mitosis is, honestly, close. Somebody made a clone of her. That clone is me. When they decided said clone wasn't good enough, they dumped it."

Weirdly, she doesn't sound bitter about it. Maybe annoyed, but not bitter. She's had time to adjust.

"So, in a way, I'm kind of like her half-sister. I've never seen her in person, much less spoken to her. My boss did, and she seemed uninterested. Superman was very kind to me, though."

Cindy Moon has posed:
"Oh." Silk lowers the phone upon hearing the revelation of Divine's parentage, "That... sucks." She murmurs, putting said phone back in the little case upon her back. Her hands return to the side of the building, watching the clone-tonian with one squinting eye.

"Well, it doesn't suck, it's kind of fascinating, but it sucks that she's not even interested in meeting you." She takes a deep breath and shakes her head, "I've seen a bunch of stuff about her in the news and she kind of sounds like a giant douchbag, so... like.. maybe you're better off? I don't want to be offensive or anything, I'm just saying."

Both feet step up on the wall, keeping here there without sliding, "If I had a clone, I'd definitely want to meet them. That's even better than having a sister.. it's a second you."

Divine has posed:
The clone shrugs a little. "It's her decision. I'm not going to force her to meet me if she doesn't want to." Superman's going to, but there's more to it than just making her deal with stuff she doesn't want to. "I mean, I think I was made to want to fight her, but my boss kinda helped me with that." Working for a top five telepath on the planet can help with that kind of thing.

Divine tilts her head slightly at Silk's positioning on the pole. The sticking is quite fastinating. "You seem very kind, Miss Silk. More people should be like you, I think."

Cindy Moon has posed:
'Kind'?

Silk was nodding to things Divine said regarding her .. uh... the person she's cloned from? She shakes her head at being called nice, a glass of ice water splashed in her face, "My therapist would have a lot to say about that, probably. She says I have rage issues and.. other stuff. Big words, things that definitely mean I'm not friendly." Even with the silk scarf around her face it's clear she's chewing her bottom lip.

"You seem alright too. Definitely not a douch-bag. So you've got that on Power Girl, even if she refuses to meet you, which is totally not cool." Not her life, though. Her shoulders roll, pushing her up to stand at an angle off the side of the sloping apex of the building.

"I was raised in a bunker." She narrows her eyes thoughtfully at herself.

"... It feels like oversharing when I say my baggage..."

Divine has posed:
"Just because you have anger issues, doesn't mean you aren't kind," Divine says with a bit of a frown. She looks like she's hunting for words. "You obviously care about others, probably more than yourself." She gestures at Silk, in the 'Exhibit A' kind of way. "You put on that costume and go help people with the power you have. You're not like me, using what you have to make a paycheck," It's way more complicated than that, but it's a good example. "You go out, risk your life and help people who need it for no personal gain. That's pretty kind seeming to me." The thoughtful frown turns into a smirk. "What do I know, I'm just a clone."

The bunker thing gets her to tilt her head, her smirk shifts to a mischevious grin. "So was I. The vat was in a bunker. It counts."

Cindy Moon has posed:
"I had this same conversation last night, if you can believe that." Silk says to Divine, sitting down with her knees up to her chest, only sideways.. It's physics. Her head tilts back to look at her, furrow lines visible on her forehead. "Someone asked me what I want to do with my life because they were thinking about going to college and I said.. probably this?" Motioning around at New York.

"I know there's some part of me that... that you're right about? That I do this to help people. But there's another part of me that ... why am I sharing. What the hell, I don't even talk to my therapist this much." She throws her hands up, out really. Up is relative.

Her arms then wrap around her raised knees, smirking behind her mask. "I guess I'll give you points for that one." In a quiet, teasing voice. "But only if you never say 'I'm just a clone', to me again? You're a person. Who has the exact same, relatively I guess I don't know the science behind cloning or if they added extra stuff to you so I'm just making assumptions, genetic material as another person."

Divine has posed:
"I'm half human," Divine says with a shrug. "Apparently you can't just clone a Kryptonian straight up. I dunno why." Science is weird.

She listens, that thoughtful frown back on her face again. Has she even shifted? Then again, floating in midair is probably pretty comfortable. "Probably because your therapist doesn't have superpowers and doesn't understand the mindset and the dangers and positives that come with them." A pause. "I was going to make a joke about being really attractive, but that seems crass. Instead, I'll take the points. Miss Frost says that stuff to me all the time. In my head. Without actually talking."

Cindy Moon has posed:
"Maybe it's the same reason they had to se frog DNA to finish the sequences on cloning dinosaurs? Not that Kryptonians are dinosaurs... or humans are frogs? It's just a close enough genetic match that if you splice the two together..." Silk furrows her brow, then snickers and shakes her head, "Sorry. I'm not really that smart, I think I'm trying to impress you." Because she can float and look so comfortable doing it. Obviously.

"..." Cindy tilts her head at that, "hm. Maybe? I haven't really told her what I 'do', but it was mandatory after I came back from the bunker. Something about being declared dead and needing trauma therapy or whatever, I could pretend to know, like I pretended to know genetics, but I'll sound just as silly." And embarrassed.

If the fact her cheeks go as crimson red as her silk scarf. "How could you possibly know how attractive I am? Did you even consider that I might be a bog-witch beneath this bandana? Hiding my face from the world less I'm judged for my grotesque exterior?" She reaches out to plug one finger in against Divine's shoulder. "Huh?"

With a breath, she pulls the bandana down, just below her nose, right above her lips, letting her in on the joke. SHE IS NOT A GROTESQUE MONSTER AFTER ALL! Then replaces it.

"Miss Frost tells you you're attractive in your head without talking? How does that work?" After a pause, "Not that I'm saying that.. I mean you are, but I didn't mean to be.. you know, crass or whatever."

Divine has posed:
"I have no idea, but they tell me it doesn't work, so here I am. Way less powerful than the woman I was designed to... Fight? Kill? It was never really clear. Mad geneticists are assholes." She shrugs again. She's probably had plenty of therapy, in a manner of speaking. Being taken in by a telepath probably helped a lot.

"I have strong senses. If I focused, I could probably see every fiber of your costume." She pauses, wondering whether to say it, and she chooses violence. Or comedy. Whichever. "If I wanted to, I could see through your costume, but you had the mask up, and I try not to be rude, so I didn't do it." The poke sends Divine spinning like a top. A slow top. She makes three revolutions before stopping.

"What? No! She tells me I'm not just a clone in my head. The woman is like...like..." She trails off a bit. "Like my mother, or honestly, what's the term? A Vodka Aunt."

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk returns her arm to wrap around her knees, listening to Divine with a furrowed brow, though she obviously grins when she does her aerial revolutions. "I have strong senses too, but I can't see through clothes. I guess I have heard Super people can do that, though. Seems like cheating." She murmurs, but shrugs, "What even good is there to wear a mask if someone can just see through it. There's a line from this movie my dad use to love, 'I'm just wondering about the paradox of asking a masked man 'who he is'."

She bobs her head side to side.. "I hate it when you think of something super witty to say 'after' you've already said the lame thing trying to look witty.." Quirking her lips, "I should have said 'at least take me to dinner first'. It's not a quip anymore, though."

Then she nods, "It's good you've got that. I had.. someone. I'm not sure what I'd call him. Certainly not a father figure. Just the guy who taught me stuff... and then locked me in a bunker for my own protection. Funny how that felt a lot like being in prison." her fingers drum against her knees, "Anyways, I'm glad you've got someone to tell you that stuff. I'd offer, but we just met and I'm not much of a motivational speaker."

Divine has posed:
"I've only really used it once, and that was to see what was going on in a secret government bunker." She pauses. "There was a Sentinel in there. Then it came out and we had to beat it up."

She get that thinking look again. "Miss Frost called that, uh ... l'esprit d'escalier. I just call it 'Damn, I wish I was wittier.'" A pause. "And, like, don't take this the wrong way, I don't want to be weird, but I'd totally take you to dinner. You're fun company. We'd have to skip drinks, though. Mostly because unless there's an Asgardian pop up bar, they do me no good."

Taken and taught things in the bunker then left there. Woof. "Sometimes people say they do things for your own good, but they're actually doing it because they're afraid of something."

Cindy Moon has posed:
"With great power comes great responsibility." Silk jokes of the Spider-anthem, "Spider-Man says that all the time. I usually say, 'don't be an asshole'. It's easier to remember." She reaches up and removes the bandana from her face by pulling it down around her neck. Secret identities never really were her strong suit. Besides, if Divine wanted to she could just see through it anyways. No reason not to be able to breath.

Soon as it's down, Cindy rubs her nose, scartching at the side with a relief that only someone who has ignored an itch for a while can truly appreciate. "Oh god, that feels so good..." Her brow eyes roll back in her skull, one half lidded. "Ugh... sorry.. my nose has been itching for a while."

Hand back around her knee, "Bless you." l'esprit d'escalier sounds like someone sneezing. She obviously knows she didn't by the grin, "Me too. I can throw shade with the best of them, but I'm not very witty. Usually it's like 'bang, how about a knuckle sandwich evil doer.'." Throwing a mock punch at a phantom villain. "Maybe not that lame."

With only a bit more blushing. ".. wh-.. really?" her nose wrinkles, grinning a little more. "If I say yes, I'd love to go to dinner and you say you were kidding, we'll have to fight, you know that right?"

As for people being afraid, she waves her hand dismissively, "He was a dick."

Divine has posed:
The clone is, at least, polite. Polite enough to not use her cheating powers on people who are trying to be secret. She grins a little as Silk engages in the most blessed relief known to humankind. It's kind of adorable.

"I've only really fought, like, two things. ... No wait, three. An angel hit me with a spear like I was a baseball, I fought some dude named Parasite, and that Sentinel. Not much chance to have witty banter. Though I've learned a lot from Emma on how to be a catty bitch." She saves that for special occasions.

"I'm not joking. You're good company, this has been very nice for me, honestly. Besides, what good is having access to someone else's money if you don't spend it on people?"

Cindy Moon has posed:
There is a look of supreme relief on Cindy's face when she leans her thin shoulders against the slanted wall. An itch scratched is truly a blessed thing. She extends her legs, feet dangling over the edge, but her palms are down on the uneven tiling to keep her from sliding off. Not that it would matter, she still has webs.

"I've fought a few things, but I use to watch news of Spider-Man while I was training.. and.. it's weird." She furrows her brows, looking down over her own legs, "It's like I can feel him. I know where he is right now, even though I don't know where he is. Like I can't tell you, but I could definitely lead us there. So I know that anything he can do, I can probably do." She flicks her wrist, not even sure she's explaining it right. "That sounds crazy. And irrelevant."

Because she's smiling a little shyly, "Okay." She says quietly and nods, "Yeah.." Another nod, "I don't.. talk.. to people much. They make me feel weird. Or I make them feel weird... it's weird. I like talking to you. But don't spend too much money, I'm fine with a hotdog. Or noodles, I like noodles."

Divine has posed:
Everybody itches, even Kryptonians, but she does not understand the Mask Itch. The benefits of just being out and about with her own face. And comfy clothes. Of course, her leggings and hoodie budget is huge.

She scratches the back of her head when she explains the connection with Spider-Man. "I...kind of get that. Miss Frost and I have a, for the moment, permanant telepathic link. I know where she is, she knows where I am in case something goes wrong, or she needs me to go lift something very heavy."

That happens more than you'd think.

"I don't really talk to many people either. They confuse me, but...I still have social needs, you know? If it makes you feel better, you don't make -me- feel weird."

She fishes in her hoodie pocket, which must have compartments or something, and she fishes out a card and a pen. She scribbles on one side of the card and floats over to Cindy, handing it over. "That's my cell number. ... Ignore the number on the other side, that's Miss Frost's direct line." She quirks an eyebrow. "If I'm taking you to dinner, I'm assuming you won't be dressed like that. What should I call you?"

Cindy Moon has posed:
There's a whole subreddit about mask itches that they could get into. Cindy has a lot to say on the matter, anyways. She only wears the damn thing because Peter said she should. Not like there's anyone who would get hurt if criminals found out who SHE was, right?

She flashes a quick smile, "It's complicated, but yeah, something like that I guess? I'm not even sure I really understand it completely." That connection to Spider-Man. It's clearly something she was feeling some kind of way about sharing, now. Though it doesn't appear she's uncomfortable. "You're the first person I've ever told about it."

Which could be good?

She's obviously not sure.

"I can lift my own heavy things, so our relationship can be built on conversation rather than manual labor." A joke, if a terrible one. You're trying Cindy. You're trying.

"Good. That I don't make you feel weird. There's no reason you shouldn't talk to people and I'm sure there's no reason I shouldn't, but I don't. I was a very awkward teenager." Said as she takes the card and flips it over to read Divine's number. "Uh..."

Her fingers close around the card, eyes coming up to look at the floating figure. "Yeah, I'll probably wear clothes." Only a little awkward, chewing the inside of her cheek. "I'm Cindy... and should I just call you Divine? There's nothing wrong with that name, by the way, I just want to make sure."

Divine has posed:
The clone listens. She's realizing she's been way more talkative lately. She's kind of into it. People are -interesting-. And when they aren't, most of them can't just fly away. She looks a little surprised and, really, flattered to find out that she's the first to learn another's secret. That never happens to her! "Superpowers are weird, I guess."

A bad joke it might have been, but Divine still laughs at it. It's more than a polite giggle, it's genuinely amused. She's used to dry and biting humor. Wryness and glibness are new, and therefore good.

"It's good to meet you, Cindy. And Divine is my name. No last name, just a first. Somehow Emma got me papers that say this is legally true. I don't know h--"

She stops, looking off in the distance towards where Frost Tower is. She groans. "Speak of the devil. She needs me for something. ... I kinda hope it's punching." She sighs, shaking her head. "This was fun, Cindy. Just send me a text when you get time, and I'll set us up a d--trip somewhere good." Pause. "You know, I don't think I've ever had noodles."

She starts to ascend slowly, lifting a hand in parting. "Thank you for sharing your time with me. Until next time!"

Her accelleration is ridiculous. The Kryptonian goes from nearly zero to probably two hundred miles an hour in the blink of an eye. One moment, she's waving goodbye, the next she's gone. A receeding black dot in the New York sky.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk returns the grin, specifically when Divine giggles. Oddly finding she rather likes that sound, she nods along at the pleasantries, "This was nice." She agrees, pulling her mask up when it's clear that the super being is about to fly off to, hopefully, do more than change a very high lightbulb.

Seems like a terrible waste of flying powers.

"I'll try not to appear to eager." She assures her and lifts her hand to wave, "Legally named Divine." Before she's likely done with whatever she's doing at Frost Towers, Cindy has texted her. Nothing weird, just a:

Hey, this is my # Cindy

But she remains laying up on that slanted wall with a grin behind her mask. Her therapist will be very proud of her when she tells her she got a d- trip somewhere good.