3352/London Bridge is falling down

London Bridge is falling down
Date of Scene:	13 September 2020
Location:	London, England
Synopsis:	The Justice League, with some unexpected help, repel a rampaging dragon tourist from space. Zero stars!
Cast of Characters:	Clark Kent, Diana Prince, T'Challa, Oliver Queen, Hyperion, Zatanna Zatara, Kara Danvers, Bruce Wayne, Arthur Curry, Takako Kyozan, Carol Danvers

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Clark Kent has posed:
It's a cool, misty Saturday afternoon in London. The peak tourist season has passed, but the Thames waterfront is still well-populated with people shopping, getting an early supper, or visiting sights like the HMS Belfast, the Globe Theatre, and the Tower of London.

Just a block from the pier, but hundreds of meters higher in altitude, another set of visitors have taken up position on the viewing platform of the Shard, a pyramidal office tower whose jagged peak pierces the London sky. A fast response team from the Justice League was brought here by a series of alerts from observation satellites, NATO and SHIELD sonar stations, and finally Her Majesty's Coast Guard: a huge space vehicle splashed down in the Celtic Sea, then was spotted moving through the English Channel at unearthly speeds, and is currently hurtling noisily up the Thames.

<"Et's just passed the O2,"> a worried, female voice with a Scouse accent informs them over the communications channel they're sharing with HMCG. <"Stell not respondin' to our hails.">

"I can hear it," Superman says, hovering just outside the windows with his arms crossed and his bright red cape billowing to his left. "No engine or propeller cavitation -- it sounds almost like it's swimming. But it's moving so fast..."

He turns to the gathered heroes with his brows inching together beneath his ever-present spit curl. "I know we're hoping for peaceful contact, but we have to be prepared for this to be yet another hostile alien force."

<"Past Wapping, now,"> the officer updates them. <"Nearly to your position.">

There's an uproar from the waterfront as the Belfast rises noticeably at its mooring, then lowers precipitously, rocking from side to side in what seems for all the world to be a freak storm swell. Or, from their high vantage point, a V-shaped wake.

"Past our position," Superman updates her. "How is it not slowing down?" The sharp winding of the river as it passes through London should make these high-speed turns nearly impossible.

Finally, there's an answer, of a sort: just past the Hungerford Footbridges, there's an explosive burst of water, and a massive green creature, like a great, serpentine dragon, explodes into view. Great, leathery wings unfurl, then beat downward with a noise like thunder, carrying the creature fully clear of the water. This is no alien force: it's a single, massive creature from space.

Its fiery eyes stare toward the grand suspension structure of the London Eye Ferris wheel, and it cries in a booming, alien voice, weirdly inflected and sort of nasal, for all its cacophonous power: "Rest stop... has... back scratcher?"

Massed voices rise in a collective scream as the creature plunges back into the water on thick, scaled legs and starts to wade toward the wheel, sending waves of tidal force toward the banks of the river. "Fin Fang Foom get to you later, snacks. This going to feel... /sooooooo/ good."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana had been in the south Atlantic for the past week, monitoring tropical storms and hurricanes, related to magical origins that were causing havoc to the sea vessels, and communities that live in that region.

But when the alerts came across the JLA channels, the Invisible Jet was rerouted to the north. It sped above the oceans at tremendous speeds, and arrived in a screaming haze of its own alien powered engines!

The Princess of Themysciran, having exited the vehicle, joins Superman at his side. Her dark hair windswept and her armor glimmering in the light. Upon her back are her weapons, three in total, sword and shield, with a golden javelin mounted across the sword's scabbard.

She observes the situation unfolding down below, she watches the creature emerge, scream out and the chaos that comes from such an amazing, and terrifying view. "Where could such a creature have come from?" Diana asks, no one in particular. She reaches behind her hip to grasp the javelin by its quarterstaff.

"It has come to the wrong port for rest." She surmises, pulling the javelin out and twirling it around into both of her leather wrapped palms!

T'Challa has posed:
The sleek form of the Wakandan jet, unfamiliar to most all, was out across the Atlantic on its way back to the African nation, when satellites picked up the object incoming to Earth's atmosphere. "I have the readings," T'Challa had said from behind the controls as Wakandan flight controllers forwarded the data to him. "Diverting to investigate."

Now the jet has caught up with what doesn't turn out to be a ship nor a meteor, but instead something else as it moves up the river that splits London in two. The image of the serpentine shape is sent back to his nation for analysis, while T'Challa moves into action.

Cloaked, the jet swoops down low and the Black Panther drops out of the bottom, leaving it on auto-pilot to hover nearby invisibly. He seems to just fall out of the sky from nowhere, the vibranium in his footwear absorbing the fall's impact. Fully costumed, he runs forward in the direction of the eye. "Clear the area. Evacuate away from the river!" he calls to people that he passes, moving with the speed of a car so many of those people stand gaping wondering what they just saw. At least until they spot that large form in the river!

Oliver Queen has posed:
When the call for the League to gather up and join for what might be another alien invasion came up Oliver was promptly there. Because the last one had went so well! But truth be told, he was still alive and that was a plus.. But it also meant that the kiddy gloves were off, no more stunning arrows.. Those had been shifted with explosive ones. Deadlier ones.. Some trick ones still remained though of course..

Jaw was tight in anticipation, waiting as Clark gave them the indication on how close whatever they were facing would be.. Until it finally comes roaring out of the water...

He looks down at his bow, to the others with him and then finally back to the beast, poker face on like a true Queen. "We will need a plan to take out such a massive creature." he says. "Brute force may not be the answer here." he rubs his chin. "But first priority should be to attract him away from the population."

Hyperion has posed:
    At this point, it wasn't that Hyperion had any advanced notice or any way of knowing something was coming. Not until tracking had it pinpointed and had identified that it was heading for London.
    That was when he just left. No time to debate or explain himself to anyone. Despite knowing so few people in this Universe... London is London. And so he rocketed skyward. Because without air in the way, and with more altitude.. travel times reduce considerably.
    And so, escape velocity was achieved, and a few moments of vacuum acceleration, and then there is a smaller re-entry flame trail coming down behind the invading one. Hands extended out before him, his golden cape trailing behind. That energy that his body generates keeping it from burning up in re-entry. The sound of his approach is at the same time quite loud, and yet... not -normally- audible. Augmented ears will hear the whistling and burning of his hypersonic approach.
    The whole way down, he was focused on in with his hyper-vision, making minute adjustments to his course to make sure he reached where he needs to be. In the end, he aims for the giant (and famous) Ferris Wheel, which is even famous where he is from. His -plan- is to drop between the wheel and interpose himself there. "Good evening Your Majesty!" he calls down towards T'Challa. Then he turns to face the oncoming monster, "Whomever you are. One chance. Respectfully... cease!" he exclaims.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"Rehtag eht ecitsuJ eugaeL ta eht drahS ni nodnoL!!"

Any Justice League members without extremely rapid means of transportation of their own are quite welcome to accompany the tux-n-tails, tophat and fishnets wearing magician known as Zatanna Zatara as she provides a rather instantaneous option. And once they've arrived, she follows Superman out into the wild blue yonder with a somewhat subtler: "Ylf." That being said, her boldness is a little less than said invincible Big Blue, and though she flies out with him, she takes a position notably a little behind. He's as good cover as cover comes!

Once in position, she watches the movement in the water with some curiousty. And while the situation may be somewhat confusing to some, she may be a little less shocked by the ultimate reveal of a dragon-like creature. Dragons are part of the job, in her other circles, although this one doesn't quite have the -feel- of some other beings of its sort she may be familiar or aware of. Which elicits a bit of a frown.

"Feels somewhat alien, but I can't really say for sure." Then she glances over at Oliver. "If it just wants food, I could probably get it a snack. But if it's diet is particular... that may be less of an option."

Kara Danvers has posed:
One final trip to the Moscow General Clinic Hospital and Supergirl has made sure the Red Room combat agents are getting the medical treatment - and publicity - they deserve. Her comms have been on Titans+Avengers and they've been sketchy every time she was near the Red Room. Their jamming is quite good. So when she hears the distant burning and whistling sound of something entering the atmosphere, her curiosity is piqued.

Kara sets her comms back to her regular Titans+JLA channels and takes a listen.. rapid response team? oh dear. She shoots back up in to the sky and flies across Europe rapidly on approach to London. It's been a big day already, but the afternoon sun is giving her a nice energetic boost.

<"What is a Fin Fang Foom?,"> perks up Kara's voice over the JLA comms. She spies the team atop the building and lands down next to them. "Did that dragon? is that a dragon? did it jus call people snacks?" Her vision focuses in on the giant green winged creature and she adds, "Whoa. That's a Fin Fang Foom. /wai khaoghao/." She's wearing a variation of her usual clothing. This one is a thigh high dress with golden belt. A buckle of her house El symbol upon it and a long red cape. A change was required after the Siberia mission and she didn't want to always look like she was there for battle... but now this.

Bruce Wayne has posed:
There is, truth be told, a LOT going on in Gotham right now. But the League has importance, and part of the drill is showing up, even when it might be inconvenient. It's hardly going to be a convincing comeback if nobody arrives when the call goes out because everyone has "their own things" going on, is it? And so Batman hovers in mid-air next to Superman...albeit standing in the open cockpit of a Batwing that's...eerily silent as it hovers, and made it across the Atlantic in a suspiciously swift amount of time. "Looks like whatever plan we might have hasn't survived first contact, mostly because we didn't make it." He gestures towards where Hyperion and T'Challa have taken a hand, then steps back down into the seat, safety-harness automatically snaking around him as the canopy closes. <<Comms check.>> Batman cues his in-flight communicator, and the Batwing ascends and then banks, making noises that sound like no known jet fighter. Sensors on, the Batman moves to fly a circuit about the creature, trying to see if anything particularly interesting stands out on the readings. Not counting on it, but one has to do their due diligence.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Climbing out of the water, one hand slapping hard upon the riverside bank and then vaulting out free of the waterway, a man with long hair and a wild beard, both slicked back with the the sluice of wash off of him, gains his feet close enough to espy the creature if not entirely too close yet. But close enough for the monstrosity to hear his voice likely when he raises it.
    "Hey ugly, go home!" Words uttered harshly and severely, even as his golden irises blaze with light as he tries to reach the creature's mind with his own curious ability. Only for it to not take at all, and perhaps the thing might not even hear him with the current amount of chaos going on.
    Which leaves Arthur Curry's voice on the League comms to respond, << Whatever this thing is, ain't one of mine. >>

Clark Kent has posed:
"We have no idea what it is or where it came from, beyond 'not Earth,'" Superman answers Supergirl and Diana, setting his jaw. "But let's send it packing." He stares out toward the shoreline, and gives the others a tight smile as T'Challa and Hyperion arrive. "Looks like we might have some reinforcements, at least."

With that, he's off like a shot for the shoreline. "The rest of you keep that beastie busy; I'll get people out of here as fast as I can." It need not be said: that's really fast, as the Kryptonian becomes a blue blur, whisking stragglers away from the river even as a fleeing mob clogs the streets.

The dragon, completely ignoring Hyperion's warning, shoulders past him and sloshes to the London Eye, sending cascades of water crashing over the busy waterfront. It turns its back to the wheel and leans against it with the whine of straining metal, bobbing up and down to scrape its armored scales as its great wings flap spasmodically, like a dog's leg whipping at the air as its belly is rubbed.

People, trapped in the pods that dangle from the Eye's circumference, start to scream in horror as the entire structure leans sickeningly away from the river. "Back scratcher has... snack pods? Rest stop gets extra star on review!" the creature bellows, reaching out a clawed hand to grab one of the pods and start tearing it away from the Ferris wheel as the people inside desperately slam their fists against the plexiglass windows.

Arthur's attempt at telepathic contact is brushed aside with more than usual force: the thing's mind is not aquatic, for sure, but it also appears to have an odd psionic power, belying its simplistic speech.

The Batwing's scans show that the creature's scales are a thick, reflective armor, but its musculature is not especially developed for a creature of its size. Someone has been skipping the space gym. The eyes have a snakelike transparent cover of their own, but it's significantly weaker than the rest of its protection.

Oliver Queen has posed:
Oliver's eyes go up to Zatanna. "Mind sharing that one with me?" the fly spell that is, he offering a faint grin. "And I believe his diet is people. Might as well give him tasty snacks in the form of .., us." he is all ready to get on going to help ... But first, he is going to need some little boost to get over there...

Damn it, next project in line. The ARROWwing. Totally not a rip off...

Meanwhile he draws out one arrow from his quiver. Bow vs a giant dragon? Not good odds! But he knows he has a team with him.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana doesn't really waste any time, she watches the others arrive, seeing a great many supportive faces showing up to help with this... which is reassuring.

But when the creature starts to threaten the lives of London's people, the Princess of Themyscira sweeps in to try and also garner the beastly alien's attention, to take it off of the 'pod snacks' and on to her, or any of the other League members--or otherwise!

Thusly, not wasting time, the Princess swoops down in front of the beast, tosses her javelin up in to the air, then catches it in a throwing hand hold, she cocks he rarm back and lobs her javelin with full force right for the creature's left eye!

That should get it's attention!

Hyperion has posed:
    Okay. One does not... merely 'shoulder' past Hyperion. He positioned himself there specifically to prevent one thing. It was to prevent damage to that landmark. That was his entire thought on coming in. The entire reason he went where he did. And.. it was an abject failure. However, as the thing goes to pass him by, to shove him out of the way... his eyes narrow.
    (Having viewed recent news reports... I need a letter on my chest if I want anyone to take me seriously...) O O o o . . he thinks as he turns towards the dragon and speaks aloud..
    "I could use a hand getting this thing away from the Ferris Wheel." since.. he knows others might be able to pick up on his voice. But he is going in for a side impacting shove to knock the thing away from the Eye... and continue pushing. Muscles straining, Anti-Gravitons leaking outward over the scaled flesh of the creature as he does his best to buy at least a -few- seconds peace with which to evacuate the civilian bystanders.

T'Challa has posed:
Black Panther races towards the spot the dragon comes ashore. As the wave of water sweeps towards him he just jumps onto the side of a building, running across the face with his momentum holding him in place until he can leap across to the Eye itself.

He swings from one beam to another like a gymnast, barely losing any of his speed. "Do not panic! We are coming!" he yells to the people in the pod. Soon he's reached it, leaping to the bottom of it, the claws on one hand of his Black Panther habit sinking into the metal to hold him in place.

As Fin Fang Foom tugs on the pod to pull it free, Black Panther slices through the pod's bottom, making a large hole. One occupant fall through, T'Challa grabbing him by the arm and swinging him down to the next beam to grab hold of. Then he reaches to pull the man's wife out, emptying the dragon's snack container through the bottom.

T'Challa holds the woman in one arm, dropping down to the beam where her husband awaits and grabbing him in the other. As the Eye starts to tilt, he leaps down, from beam to beam, carrying the couple until they are safely on the ground. "Now. Run," he tells them, already turning back to see who else needs help.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara recognises T'Challa instantly and smiles, though she gets a slight look of surprise seeing Hyperion. She had heard about the incident that got him free but had not actually seen him herself yet. He seems to be doing the good thing, she can't fault him for that. Perhaps a good ally after all.

"Oh bother," she says to herself as the eye starts to groan and creak and finally begin to topple over. It seems the big dragon can have his snacks with or without a vertical eye. She pushes off the top of the building and with a blue and red blur is across to the eye. She puts her back to it as it snaps off its supports and begins to fall. With a groan she catches it starts to fly against the massive falling mass to slow it down.

In almost slow motion she lowers it down to the ground, aiming all the dangling pods to the ground for a gentle landing. As the people push out of their pods through the emergency hatch and start running for the lives, or being swept up by Superman for a faster exit. She can finally put the eye down on the ground. It makes a loud crunch as the bent metal wheel rests.

Kara takes a breath of relief and then looks back up at the giant creature, <"May be this is all a misunderstanding. Once it knows we're all sentient and have peaceful intentions it'll stop trying to eat people and wreck things,"> she offers with her usual level of optimism: high.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"But of course," Zatanna offers Ollie, turning to him with a smile. Plenty of magic to go around! "NeerG worrA seilf htiw em!" And with that, she swoops down from the tower toward the creature, bridge and ferris wheel, tux-tails fluttering behind her.

En route, it turns its attention to the Eye, and more worringly the people inside. Regardless of Diana's attack and the efforts to free the people inside, it does seem that giving it something else that might be more appealing seems a reasonable option. And as a woman of many strange magical talents, it is the sort of strange situation and necessity where she can shine! Also, it's definitely going to be the first time she ever casts THIS particular spell:

"Nommus htrof a dreh fo elttac!" Moo?

It's not a trivial thing exactly, but given that weeks ago Zatanna transported an Amazon army in its entirety, this one seems doable. Of course, there'll be a farmer somewhere the Justice League will need to contact and generously financially compensate, but that's a detail they can handle when /people/ aren't at risk of being devoured. And thus, somewhere in the midst of one of the riverside streets that Clark has cleared, leading from the bridge toward the towering wheel, a portal opens and... well, some cows start ambling down the street. There's a lot of them, and they're pretty juicy looking, hopefully!

Moo!

Takako Kyozan has posed:
Working for the UN, at least officially, has the tendency to take one all over the world. So it is that Takako Kyozan the Japanese UN Goodwill Ambassador for Nuclear Disarmament finds herself in London at a non-proliferation conference. Everything is going well when a living weapon of mass destruction decides to attack London, there is definitely a research paper in comparing super villains to nuclear weapons bu that is research for another time.

When the news breaks of the dragon hitting the shoreline Takako practically leaps out of her seat, "I uh have to use the powder room! I'll be right back." and dashes out of the conference. Once outside she becomes surrounded by a whispy white energy as her skirt suit and heals is transformed into her Jingi-In Shintai combat uniform, her 'other' work clothes. A speeding car ride that defies all traffic laws later, because hey diplomatic immunity, and she is tumbling out of her black sedan with it's UN plates in sight of the creature and the London Eye.

Takako looks upon the 'dragon' and towards the people in it's path, she absolutely cannot allow it to reach them. Closing her eyes that white whispy spiritual energy begins to surround her again intensifying into an aura as she begins to grow and grow until she is basically a 'kaiju' in her own right at 250' tall ready to stand in opposition and being /really/ mindful of where she steps.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    As the waves and the river rises, Arthur grimaces and mutters darkly to himself a stream of invectives that it's fortunate the comms don't pick it up, though those with enhanced hearing likely can tell that indeed Arthur is descended from men of the sea, since he has a flare for it.
    Leaning forward and stamping a foot as if bracing himself, he raises two hands toward the air with fingers splayed. He scowls, as those amber eyes flare again but this time the target isn't the dragon itself but instead the river as it surges and threatens those near.
    Those open hands close into fists with a snarl and then suddenly the water is arrested in its movement all around him and reaching up and down this side of the river near the Atlantean. His eyes close for a moment, then he /pushes/ back against it and the surge of the river is countered by Aquaman's force of will sending it back.
    There's a grumbling mutter on the comms, << Any of you going to try diplomacy on it or we just gonna smack the bejeezus out of it? >>
    Of course then in the next instant Diana is going for its face with a sharp pointy stick and he murmurs, << Bejeezus it is. >>

Bruce Wayne has posed:
<<He's not as strong as he looks, though his sheer mass will still make him exceptionally dangerous. The eyes are a weak point, the rest of him, not so much. He does, however, seem sentient.>> Batman pipes over the JLA communications. Of course not everyone here is ON those communications, case in point, Batman pauses before he speaks again as...now there are two giants wrestling in the Thames. <<Does anyone have an ID on the new giant? I'm assuming a friendly, but we might need to find a way to coordinate with her or this could get unnecessarily complicated.>>

Clark Kent has posed:
As Diana and Hyperion continue to Fin Fang Fly around its Fin Fang Face, the dragon swats at them in annoyance. "Snack pods good, but too many BUGS!" it shouts.

Then Diana launches a javelin at it, skewering its sensitive eye straight through the slitted pupil, and it lets out a howling scream, staggering away from the landmark just as Hyperion crashes into its side.

Without the chance to sinuously wind past him like it did before, the space dragon tilts and topples back into the water, sending the largest wave yet barreling over the riverbanks after the one Arthur just overcame. Its body impacts the river's floor with a quake powerful enough to send some older bits of masonry falling into the streets.

The people rescued by Black Panther are weepingly grateful for the assist, although even with his help, their leaping progress down through the beams of one of the largest ferris wheels in the world is nearly as terrifying as Fin Fang Foom himself. Supergirl's intervention allows the rest of the passengers to escape with little more than bumps and bruises.

Moments later, though, Foom has resurfaced, clawing half-blind toward the banks of the Thames, its great hands crashing through piers and tearing great furrows in the pavement, not far from where Arthur is standing. "That hurt really a lot!" it screams, sounding deeply offended. "Fin Fang Foom demands... to speak to manager! And eat him! Is only fair!"

Its blind clawing catches hold of one of Zee's summoned cows, which it lifts up to its good eye. The cow lets out a panicked lowing, at which Foom snarls. "Snack is... broken? It not scream right. Scream better, stupid snack!" The creature starts to shake the cow, and its moos become more pitched and desperate. So much for the hope that the dragon will be swayed by the sanctity of all sentient life.

Then Takako has grown to massive size, and is towering over the dragon's recumbent, lizardlike form. It stares up at her with its good eye. "Are you... manager?" it asks, tremulously. Then, suddenly, it flings the cow directly at her face. "Fix broken snack!"

The flying cow is intercepted by a blue blur, which suddenly slows near Takako's cheek, revealing the flying form of Superman, who is lifting the cow over his head in a shoulder press. "Easy, Bessie," he soothes the cow, quietly. She answers him in a huffy tone that suggests she would really like to be back on the ground, please, but first, the Kryptonian turns to Takako and says in journeyman Japanese: "Hi. You work with the UN, don't you? We'd appreciate your help."

He adds, for Batman's benefit: "She's a friend."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Well if nothing else the combination of SHIELD and League alerts of an incoming extraterristrial potential hazard and threat definitely got routed to Captain Marvel.

The routing did take a bit, despite having given SHIELD the upgrades needed she wasn't in the core of the system. Still dealing with some lingering Warzoon Fleet issues out near Jupiter for SWORD. Hush Hush. No explanations will be forthcoming either.

Those with super senses though would definitely see her coming from orbit in a glittery photonic streak of raw energy as she hits atmo and keeps coming fast.

Just... not here quite yet.

On League and SHIELD frequencies <'Captain Marvel Incoming, can someone flip any images of what touched down over to my comms please.'>

Which someone in SHIELD complies with. There is a pause in the response back but not in her flight down towards London <'What the hell is a Makluan doing here. All onsite assets, they are very dangerous.'>

Oliver Queen has posed:
<< Di, you are stealing my whole schtick. >> Going for the eyes that is! But Oliver says it in a light-hearted manner. Might as well be light-hearted when facing impending doom from a giant monster that could crush him with a casual swipe of a hand. But he's optimistic enough, and now he can fly. "Thanks, Zee." and off he goes!

He starts to near the creature but that approach is halted when that large wave comes up, he making a small flip in the air and noting the fallen masonry starting to crumble down on those people with difficulty getting out of the streets.. And innocents always come first! Besides, he knows the team got it..

So he starts shooting. Not at the people of course, but at the masonry, or in this case just under them, net arrows that spring open, normally for capturing humans.. But he is shooting fast enough to create a larger net to keep those bigger debris from falling and hurting the people.

<< Way too many innocents out here still. Be careful with engagements. >> he warns a bit breathless at the effort of shooting so fast. But truth be told, he certainly never misses where he wants to put those arrows.

Hyperion has posed:
    Okay, it's down. I mean not for good, but the thing isn't attacking the Eye or other civilians right now. Though he has no JLA comm, Hyperion is aware that there are those who could hear him whisper from a mile off. "Evacuating civilians now." he remarks as he drops to the ground and accelerates into hyper-speed. There are Kryptonians who have Super-speed, and they -are- super. He's Hyper, so Hyper-Speed. Right?
    Either way, civilians nearby begin to vanish as he grabs them two at a time and ferries them to what he hopes is a safe distance. And around a building to use as cover against oncoming splashes and waves and such. A black and gold blur of motion as he works. After all, the job is to save people, not merely to win a fight.
    It does help that he can listen in from a range without the need for a comm. The one with the bow has the right of it. Save the people.

T'Challa has posed:
After freeing those in the pod most at risk, Black Panther turns back to see a familiar face handling the rest of the collapsing structure. He springs into action, helping get people out wherever they might be stuck. Making sure the time being bought by the others is enough to get everyone away and clear.

"Supergirl! Not where I thought I might see you next!" he calls over to her in his deep, accented English.

He watches as the giant serpent bellows in pain and retreats to another stretch of shore. T'Challa turns back to Kara Zor-El. "Do you know anything else of this creature? Beside it's desire for 'snacks'?" he asks. "Returning it to space may be an undertaking I cannot help with. But I shall assist where I can."

He starts to move towards the new location of the dragon. As he does, a tour bus comes around a bend, apparently undeterred by the people running the other direction. Panther chances course, jumping on the windshield right in front of the driver. "Go. The other. Way," he says, before jumping off and returning on a run towards Fin Fang Foom. The bus? Backs away rapidly.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana's javelin is lost to the creature's eye, and likely there-by to the sea after the big beast falls in to the water again. Her hands now go to her remaining gear, drawing out her shield and lasso. But the arrival of Takako makes Diana gain altitude, finding a place to drop down on to with armored boots she stands above the water and watches the fight unfold.

<"I believe that is a friend, yes."> Diana says over comms of Takako. She looks up to Carol then. <"Have you dealt with beasts of this variety before, Captain?"> She asks of the Marvelous One.

<"Zatanna, can your magic help funnel some of the citizens away to safer locations?">

Takako Kyozan has posed:
A cow flying straight at her face was not high on the list of things Takako was expecting to deal with today, but then neither was space dragon. She was about to try and catch the incoming bovine but Superman with his incredible speed gets the job done before she even has to.

With Superman so close to Takako's cheak she spares him the excess decibels of actually answering his question and instead she just nods her head. She glances towards the London Eye and the heroic efforts to rescue the trapped civilians there before slogging through the Thames towards the dragonic creature, placing herself as a living barrier between it and those being rescued.

"Picking on those who can't defend themselves? Yeah I'm the manager all right and you're getting kicked out!" She shouts at the alien beast before raising a massive foot out of the water to plant a fierce snapkick into the creature.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara nods her head to T'Challa with wide eyes, "Black Panther, no I was expecting to meet you again at the Avengers Mansion - and to meet that guy," she says motion to Hyperion. "But here he is, in action. I guess I'd call that very friendly. I have no idea what this thing is, but I can hear Captain Marvel approaching, she knows all the species..."

Kara's eyes look uuup at their own giant kaiju and her eyes widen, "A friend," she says to herself rather than on comms. Her attention snaps back to the big monster and frowns when it makes things quite clear that it desires the screams and the crunch of human snacks, not cows.

<"Well there goes the diplomacy option, we'll have to make the planet unpalatable,"> she comments and then stares up in to the sky toward the distant but incoming Carol Danvers. "Makluan, see, told you she knows all the species names..."

The massive splash on the other side of the river catches her attention and she jumps in to action again. Like her cousin, this time on the other side of the bank she starts to evacuate people to safety, far enough away that if this big creature went crashing down no one is going to get squished. The blue blur of rescue.

"Sorry, sorry," she says to each person as she yanks them rapidly away from their work or eating or terrified running for their lives. You can never be too polite, <"I'm evacuating the other side of the river,"> she reports so as Superman knows he's good to continue on that side. <"Incoming water, Aquaman?!,"> she says with alarm as she sees the water sloshing up like this were kids in a bathtub.

As she speeds around, her blue is met with gold and she peers at Hyperion and amidst that moment of super/hyper speed she gives him a friendly wave, "Hi there! I'm Supergirl, thanks for helping! We really appreciate it. I was planning to meet you at the Avengers Mansion. Plans change I guess!" That side of the review is evacuated extra fast with two of them at it.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
No doubt Zatanna would be happy to debate her willingness to sacrifice a cow for a person later. And if the poor animal the monster holds up, torments, and eventually turns into a bovine projectile replaces a /person/ that would have filled that same role (or worse, been devoured as a more 'acceptable' snack)? So be it. Everything has a price, after all.

However, there was definitely some hope that the giant person thing would simply settle for the offered feast, eat a few cows, and be sated. Everything needs to eat, after all, and this was pretty much the de-facto method of giant person thing-management throughout history, peppering in the occasional virgin maid as well. But once it rejects the offering, she quickly gives up on the effort and rather than leave the rest in harms way, makes a mirrored gesture and summons another gate in front of the herd for them to stampede through. They hardly even need magical encouragement.

"Kcab ot eht mraf!" And to the proverbial drawing board.

<< Well, it wouldn't accept the offering, >> she offers, mildly annoyed. So much for Dragon Etiquette 101. << I suppose we have little recourse but to subdue or drive it away. Oh! >> Insert giant person thing #2. << Do any of you know our new friend? >>

However, Zatanna immediately senses that #2 is a little more the 'normal' or 'correct' kind of giant person thing, insofar as people channeling soul powers to take on mythical aspects is in any way normal. It sort of is, to her. Unafraid, she flies nearer Takako's head. "I would appreciate you immobilizing it, as you're able."

<< If all of our stronger teamates could coordinate on grabbing it from different positions, perhaps you can collectively get it under control. I will try to aid Arthur on a more... mental approach? >>

"Eciov fo eht Aes-Gnik, hcaer siht ngierof tsaeb!"

She has no idea if that will work. << I can't easily transport them individually without being able to see them, I'd have to simply take /everyone/. >> Which would be a LOT of energy.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Son of a," Arthur abruptly has his metaphorical hands full as the giant creature falls back and back, crashing into the water and causing the waves to leap and wash up and over the riverside which catches civilians and hero alike, washing across the boardwalk and nearby businesses.
    One hand lashes out to snare the edge of a fence, fingers digging into the concrete with a crackle of effort even as the water starts to pull people back towards the river itself. He only has enough time to slam a fist into the ground and from that point of impact the water contorts and twists, abruptly curving the waves from water into twisted ice that shunts the people away and creates a makeshift wall to hopefully help against the flooding on the sides of the river nearest the monstrosity.
    Yet the ice curves enough to protect the people in their plight, but also serves to stab sharp jagged points at the back of the critter's ankles. Just enough to perhaps trip it up as if he had planned it with Takako.
    But it's in this moment, as Arthur's mind is blazing with such displeasure that he's mentally hurling every invective he can think of at Fin Fang Foom, when suddenly Zatanna's spell keys in and brings his telepathy strongly to the fore...
    So much so that if Triple F hears it, all he'll get right now is cursed out pretty intensely.

Clark Kent has posed:
Ollie's quick intervention creates a midair safety net, catching the falling pieces of building before they can harm any of the masses streaming through the streets. They even keep the chunks themselves intact, so that England's historic preservationists will have something to keep them busy for many years to come.

Assuming Fin Fang Foom doesn't find and eat them first, of course.

<"Makluan?"> Superman echoes Captain Marvel over the communications channel as he returns Bessie to her herd. <"I don't think I know that species. Any idea how we can get him to leave?">

The quick, coordinated work of Hyperion, Panther, and Supergirl clears Jubilee Park and both riverbanks of pedestrians, leaving the green space and the wreckage of the London Eye between Foom and its cherished 'snacks.' The space being lurches onto its hands and knees and yanks the spear out of its eye, tossing it into the grass and rubbing at its damaged eye.

It doesn't get farther than that before Takako's kick hits it in the scale-armored side, sending it rolling into the park and over the fallen wheel. "Oowargh!" it shrieks, crashing through Arthur's impromptu seawall and obliterating all in its path. It scrambles to its feet far more quickly this time, spears of ice and spars of steel now lodged between its scales all over, sticking out like pins from a pincushion.

Upright again, it twists around to howl at Takako, "Fin Fang Foom will leave very bad review, manager! Eye is poked, scales are full of stabbies, snacks all ran away, now brain is full of bad words. Fin Fang Foom has never had such terrible service. You go out of business now!"

The dragon takes a big breath in, then spews a column of green acid toward Takako's center of mass with the concussive force of a freight train.

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol considers the variety of questions as she cuts a hot path down to London <'Yes they like to leave their home planet and either go play space tourist or conquerer on other planets. Honestly I think it is out of sheer boredom with their long lifespans. It is one of the wierd reasons why every alien species I've run into has dragon myths though.'>

Clark's question is the harder one though. She considers it on the last stretch of flying down here and stops hovering in the air behind the Foom's head <'Most of the time the locals convince them to leave or are conquered if they aren't sophisticated enough. Eventually the Malkuan's get bored or eat everyone. We can probably use a more direct approach though and knock it out and dump it on a lifeless moon somewhere to sleep off the 'hangover' ... . I've never heard of someone killing one due to how they regnerate though. So either convince it to leave or toss it out of the establishment? We could also slip it a micky if you can get it to eat something dangerous.'>

Not on the comms. "Hey, Malkuan. You're violating like hundreds of interlac ordinances and should consider going home or somewhere else!" yeah she says it really loud as she hovers there.

Oliver Queen has posed:
With the civilians now mostly safe it's time to turn attention to the creature in question... And now how to handle it.., that's the crux of it. He looks around the fight area..., the attention the monster now has on the giant Takako and the rest of the flyers.. So maybe he can approach without being noticed. Noone ever notes the archer until it's too late! He swoops in flying low and while the creature is having fun spewing acid balls (and incidentally keeping it's mouth open) he shoots..

Aimed right to the mouth of it, one of those explosive arrows he was keeping just for these occasions, the ones that pack a big punch. "Say Aahh..." he murmurs.

Hyperion has posed:
    Amazing how perception can be subjective. When sped up to hyper mode, Hyperion is able to converse with Supergirl like it was a break at the water cooler in the office. In the middle of speed-evaccing civilians. He sets a group down behind a brownstone, and re-emerges having heard Supergirl's comment on his way in. He offers a smile her way and a two-finger salute. "Maybe we can share a cup of coffee after this?" he asks before diving back in to grab another pair. "But thanks for the friendly greeting!" he says as he finds himself running alongside her again.
    He drops the last load of people into safety and comes back out.
    "May I offer this dance?" he asks with a gesture towards the giant dragon. That done, he turns and begins flying that way... doublefisted towards the thing. But seeing that it is shooting acid, and not fire... he begins firing Atomic Vision.. okay so it's like solar radiation concentrated down to eye-beams so it's stupid hot.... with heat blazing towards the creature as he charges... maybe alongside Supergirl?

Diana Prince has posed:
From the high vantage point over the park, Diana looks down upon the chaos, listening to the comms. The citizens have been mostly cleared out, which is priority number one... so that is ideal.

Carol's response is heard and Diana glances down at her lasso, then up to the others as she tries to spy each one of them to ascertain their individual status'.

<"I can lasso it."> the Princess speaks over comms. <"Demand it tell me what creatures it fears most, then ask that our magically inclined Sorceress can create an illusion of an army of such beasts, that will scare the creature in to choosing to leave?">

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara takes a breath and talks over the comms, <"I think it's clear we're all contemplating the same thing here. Knock it out, send it away. Let's try and coordinated knockout blow."> She flies up in to the sky and smiles to Carol, of whom she shares a last name. Kara's being fake though. No relation.

She says on the comms, <"Captain Marvel, Superman, and myself can get it up up and away from here if it's not squirming and fighting back. Otherwise we're going to hurt it really badly and I'm not sure I want that on my conscience today."> Not that it's not an option, just undesirable for this young Kryptonian.

"Whoa," she says as the acid spews out. She looks over to Hyperion and replies, "Coffee? Sure. I'm hoping to coordinate the League to knock it out. Let's give it a go!" She flies in at the creature with not quite super speed, she doesn't want to end up flying through it and killing it, but definitely wants to give it a firm punch to the noggin.

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa moves in to provide distraction, knowing the creature's size makes that his best contribution when there are Kryptonians and others also in the fight. He runs in, dodging the beast's tail and stabbing an energy dagger into the dragon between two of its plates. A sizzling sound is head as electricity makes what might otherwise be a pinprick feel more painful.

The beast's leg kicks out in response, catching Black Panther and sending him flying. He crashes into the wall of a building and then hits the pavement of the sidewalk hard. His black habit has a purple aura to it as he jumps back and charges forward, right at the beast.

Black Panther runs right beneath the beast, disappearing down between its legs. There's a sudden blast of concussive force then radiates purple, and Panther comes rolling out the other side.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
As the battle around the beast becomes more traditional with the civillians clear, Zatanna nonetheless continues to focus on her other avenue of 'attack,' such as it is. There's more than enough heroes to deal handle the conventional battle.

<< Arthur, focus. I believe this may work. >> While Zatanna can shape an effect with her words, the impact it has is far more a matter of concentration than language, of mystical focus and power. And her spell's effect is two-fold on Arthur. In the first part, it's translational, and in that respect it already seems to be working, if the dragon's complaints are any indication. But more critically, it is also a matter of enhancement, empowerment. Words are power, and to be heard is to be acknowledged, heeded. And to this end Zatanna pours from herself, into him, linking the the strengths of their beings as she hangs in the air. Arthur, she's well aware, is rather a good choice for the maneuver and it is not a coincidence she chooses him: Atlanteans and Homo Magi being something of... very distant cousins, and more critically both lineages of power.

Her voice strains upon the communication channel: << Who rules upon this river, Arthur? You may not be able to control him, but let him hear you, and feel your will. He speaks of management? You are born to rule, that makes YOU management. >> And as she hears Diana, she adds: << Add the lasso's weight to Arthur's effort. We will convince him he is not welcome in this 'establishment,' through whatever sort of message he might understand. >>

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Arthur's bearing, in the middle of the brawling chaos, is not exactly amenable to reason. Yet he hears Zatanna's words in his mind as she likely gets a reverberating under the breath growl of such displeasure that might just be echoes of his sentiment for the dragon, or might be his general displeasure at the situation.
    Yet whichever it is is not entirely clear, even as he swings around and smashes a mass of ice to send shards straight into the back of the critter as he calls out both in the mental link with Zatanna as well as verbally if there are those near enough to hear.
    "Technically, Namor if yer gonna get down to it." His scowl is a powerful thing as he then leaps atop an abandoned tour bus.
    "Hey, Fin Fang F***!" He gestures to the side and rails at the thing, "Get the hell off my planet!"

Diana Prince has posed:
From her perch, Diana takes a step forward and jumps from the edge, she lunges through the air and launchers herself at tremendous speeds toward the park where she lands in the soft grass and rushes across the distance to wher ethe creature is, only to cause her lasso to light-up with the divine power of the Gods!

She sweeps the lasso around over her head two quick times, breaking the rope through the air and causing a humming growl of godly power, before the golden glowing rope is snapped out to snare around the tail of the creature!

With a tug, the Princess of Themyscira flexes his biceps and yanks back on the lasso, drawing it taut and tight around the Alien Dragon's form! She grits her teeth and digs her armored boots in to the soft grass, just as Arthur delivers his impressi---

Diana sighs, softly at what words the man chooses to use for this plan...

Takako Kyozan has posed:
Takako's eyes widen as the freight train esque blast of green acid shoots straight at her. It impacts hard right in her stomach and knocks her off her feet with a massive SPLOOSH sending big waves in all directions from the water displacement. On the bright side the quick application of water goes a long way towards getting the icky nasty acid off of her before it can eat through her uniform and flesh.

In a flash she is on her feet again though with the kippup of an expert martial artist. Takako is unhappy now, "You want to shoot things? Okay we'll shoot things!" She studies the dragon in the vacant park taking careful note to make sure all the civilians are really out of harms way and not wanting to hit any of the other superheroes either. Her hands are held up in front of her chest, fingers forming a sphere, as she gathers her Tama energy and begins focusing it down condensing it within the sphere more and more. White light begins to gather in the space between her hands and build in intensity until she trusts them forward towards the creature and unleashes a massive beam of divine energy!

Bruce Wayne has posed:
Batman banks the Batwing hard to avoid being in the line of fire of that jumbo-size blast that Takako is warming up. <<Very diplomatic, Arthur.>> His voice is as dry as the Sahara. <<If this doesn't subdue it, conjuring it's fear may be our best option.>> It's Batman...he's big on fear, all right?

Clark Kent has posed:
"Blagh!" Foom staggers back and swats at Captain Marvel when she arrives, trying to grab her out of the air. "Shut up, Kree! This planet far from your stupid Empire. Fin Fang Foom catch you and put you in Fin Fang Foom's pants! Got law against THAT?!"

Yes, actually. Several.

The space reptile looks like he has more to rant, but at that point Ollie zips in on a subtle approach and fires an explosive arrow straight down the creature's gullet. "Gak!" Foom chokes and coughs, then the explosive detonates, and the dragon belches real fire and smoke -- although unlike the mythological creature, the burn seems to have seriously harmed Foom's sensitive innards.

It clutches at its long, serpentine neck, tries to yell something nasty at the archer, and fails, instead making a loud, inarticulate wheeze. Flecks of acid leak out of its mouth like so much spittle: unbeknownst to Earth's heroes, the bomb has ruptured Foom's acid sac, and its own bile-ogical weapon is eating away at it from the inside.

Also eating away at it, but in a more metaphorical sense, is Zatanna and Arthur's combined blast of psycho-linguistic malevolence. Nobody likes you, Fin Fang Freak. How about you Triple-Eff off?

This isn't helped as Black Panther makes his own two-stage attack run: the initial stab-and-zap creates a reflexive response, as it is painful but not truly injurious to the space dragon. The second, kinetically assisted hit is devastating, though: Foom doubles over, coughing out another shower of acid onto the grass.

Diana pounces at that moment, her bright, mystical golden lasso binding the creature in that position so that the triple blur of Superman, Supergirl, and Hyperion can streak forth on a coordinated vector, under its defenses and then upward, delivering a trio of uppercuts to the creature's jaw at the same moment.

It rears back, hissing in pain, just in time for Takako's blast of divine energy to hit its midsection. Its reflexive curl of pain sends it faceplanting into the ground again, drooling green acid all over the Queen's Jubilee lawn as a last exhalation flaps its scaly lips with a final, hissing whisper.

"Zero... stars..."

The Batwing's radar detects an incoming signal shortly afterward, and moments later, a large, wedge-shaped ship appears over London, painted a bright purple that matches the dragon's loudly colored swim trunks. A cheery voice blares out, "The Purple Party Bus has detected that you have passed out!"

Bright green tractor beams shimmer downward, lifting the recumbent dragon toward a door that slits open in the ship's underside. "Picking you up and setting the autopilot for your next programmed destination. Take it a little slower when we get there!"

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol dips and zigs with precision back away from the swatting fists of the dragon, distracting it nicely while everyone else delivers a walluping it will probably remember. Maybe. It will at least have a nasty hangover later.

<'And.... down for the count. Do not prevent the Party Bus from picking the idiot up and taking him elsewhere please everyone.'> honestly though Carol sounds awfully relieved at this outcome despite how absurd it probably is to everyone watching. Especially absurd to the various governments observing.

She isn't even nearly as ticked off as she should be for being mistaken for a Kree.

<'I'm glad we didn't accidently kill that thing... last thing we need is an infestation...'>

Ominious.

Diana Prince has posed:
When the creature falls, Diana loosens her lasso from its tail. Her muscles relax and she draws the length of golden rope back to her causing it to swirl around her arm and coil itself back up.

She then releases an exhale of relief at the sight of it. Her eyes once more begin to scan for the others to make sure her team in this defensive situation are all okay. "Let us hope that he was the only one of his kind that comes here." She mutters, re-attaching the lasso to her harness on her right hip.

She watches the beast get tractor-beamed, and then turns to the devastation suffered by the park. "This could have gone worse though, our response time was ... good, all things considered. I will stay here though, and help the people clean up and recover from this attack."

<"Thank you all, who showed up, not apart of the League. Your added assistance means a lot to us, I promise you."> Diana says over an open comm channel.

Hyperion has posed:
    That gets Hyperion's attention. He is suddenly decelerating to hover in front of Carol. Sure, he hasn't officially met her. He saw her at the big brawl but... he says, "Infestation? When they die, they ... multiply with young?" he asks before shaking his head, "That sounds terrifying. Please forgive me... I have never even -heard- of a creature such as that." he says with a gesture off in that direction.
    Then he shrugs and offers a hand, "Not to sound like a stalker, but I couldn't help but notice you cheering on your She-Hulk the other night. I am called Hyperion." he adds.

Oliver Queen has posed:
"That's enough talking out of you ..." Ollie murmurs, but it's when the creature starts to fall with all the combined effort of the heroes that he makes sure to fly away.., just in case. No need to get a stray limb to the face..

He does look relieved when it all comes down, starting to flow back over to the ground slowly. << Batman, we are going to have to talk. I need one of those. >> there, he said it! << Good job, everyone. >> a nod then given to T'Challa when he is descending to the ground.. "Impressive athletics." he says in approval..

But then .. << What the hell is that..? >> Clearly he needs to brush up on his galactic lore. Yet as they explain further on the channel he just frowns..

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara stares up at the space ship .. party bus .. picking up the dragon. "You have got to be kidding me. Is this some kind of Daxomite joke?" The look of incredulity on Supergirl's face is meme worthy. That this creature would come all the way here for a bender and then move on to the next planet. A bar crawl? This is about as anti-Kryptonian an aesthetic as can be got. They are a very serious people.

"I just.. I don't.. But the.." Her look of confusion persists and she stares over to her cousin Kal, "/frig/," she says in Kryptonian, which works just as well in English to be perfectly honest, but isn't actually a swear word.

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa watches in a bit of surprise too at the vessel that comes to pick up the space dragon. "Space..." he starts to say, and then just shakes his head and does not try to finish the sentence.

He walks over towards the other heroes, his mask retracting on its own to reveal the face of the Wakandan monarch. "Very well done, Justice League," he says to them. A nod given to Hyperion as well. "Mark. Nice to see you helping," he offers with a smile for the hero.

T'Challa looks up towards Diana Prince. "So this is why you missed our benefit," he says to her, though the soft, lopsided smile is one of familiarity. He glances up at the sky where the space ship disappeared and says, "I fear the galaxy is a smaller place than we ever expected. I am glad we have the Justice League on hand. Perhaps that will help remove Earth from this... space tour?"

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol will wobble her hand in front of her. "Maybe infestation is the wrong word. When they die they will possess other entities with their spirit or energy depending on your beliefs and burn through the hosts rather rapidly until they get enough energy to transmogriphy the host into their original dragon form. They are galaxy class shapeshifters and matter manipulators really."

Is this worse or better than multiplying with hordes of dragon young when they die.

Very debatable.

She looks over to Kara and her outrage. "Yeah.. as I said .. rowdy tourists or conquerers... god I hope all of our invasions have not put us on some galatic travel agencies list of fun stops...."

Carol sounds very pained at the prospect. She does though shake Hyperion's hand. "Captain Marvel, pleased to meet you."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
<< Namor? Oh please. Have you seen his ankles? >> Zee is allowed to be biased when it comes to, uh, Ocean Politics, or whatever. Or perhaps, such things matter little when it comes down to the magical nature of things. A King is a King, even uncrowned. AND YET, for all the faith they put in him, she can't help but roll her eyes at the 'royal decree' Arthur eventually comes up with. << We're going to have to work on your royal diction, Arthur. >>

Still, it seems that everything keeps the creature busy, and they don't even need to worry about convincing it to leave, because the assemblage of flying punchy people is sufficient to simply knock it unconscious. Also apparently it has its own mode of transportation, and a very strange one at that. She looks after the craft with curiousity, but ultimately shakes her head. Space nonsense is Carol's department, she has stranger dimensions to worry over!

<< Ending up with more of them does not sound like a good time, >> she agrees with said space law person. << So this was just a tourist outing? I suppose that beats a purposeful invasion.>>

<< Alright. Well, if any of you need transportation home, speak up. Meaninwhile, I have a farmer I need to go apologize to. >>

Takako Kyozan has posed:
Takako stands there dripping with water in the middle of the Thames. She is breathing heavily, her arms still extended from unleashing the massive torrent of energy. After a few moments watching the KOed Kaiju, her arms come down and she begins slogging through the river towards the shore. She is a bit more careful as she goes now, not wanting to cause unnecessary flooding.

When she reaches the bank her form begins to glow with that whispy white energy again and she dwindles into size until she is just her regular five foot six Takako self again. Just in time to look up and witness the arrival of the party bus. She has seen some things in her almost sixty years of life, but that just might take the cake for weirdness. "Today was weird." She declares and pulls out an energy bar to munch on. "But at least I got out of that boring meeting."

Bruce Wayne has posed:
<<We might be able to work something out.>> Batman replies on the comms to Ollie, bringing the Batwing down to a hover near the ground, the canopy opening, this time far enough to allow access to the navigator's position.

"Hop in and we can discuss it on the way back. I can drop you in Starling easily enough." He adds with a faint smile, "Unless you need to be home faster and want to take Zatanna up on her offer." He glances about...some fairly significant property damage, but little to nothing in the way of lives lost or civilian injuries. Far from their worst day's work.

Clark Kent has posed:
Its cargo retrieved, the Purple Party Bus zips off into the darkening sky, unimpeded by the heroes, who are only too happy to see it leave. Ollie's questions are met with a shrug from the Kryptonian -- his own outings into space haven't given him any more clues as to what's really going on here than anyone else has.

As he watches the ship go, Superman hovers a slight distance from Supergirl and Hyperion, then floats downward to meet with the rest of the group in the park. He gives a good-natured laugh at Kara's consternation, answering, "There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Supergirl, / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." The Globe is just around the corner, which might have him in a Shakespearean mood.

He answers T'Challa in a more down-to-earth tone, although he's still hovering a couple of feet off of it. "We certainly appreciate the help, T'Challa. That goes for all three of you." He loops Takako and Hyperion in with a couple of friendly nods.

Carol's speculation along the same lines as the Wakandan king elicits a slight frown. "At the very least, let's hope that any future tourists are calmer. And smaller." Well-behaved tourists? He DID grow up in Kansas...

"I'll stick around and help with the cleanup, too, Diana," he offers. He grins, rises a little bit above the group, and announces, "Folks, great work today. Damage control will have some work to do, but the only real casualty was some landscaping and a very big Ferris wheel. That's something to be proud of!"