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Tabitha Smith One of the main things out of Tabitha Smith's mouth whenever she is in Metropolis usually boils down to "How much do I hate this town. Noo, gotta keep coming over here for the shopping. And New Troy is still trashed. Ugh!" the blonde woman groans out as she gets stuck waiting at a bus stop a few kilometers away to try and get her way back to New York.

The blonde mutant kicks back on the bench seat, dressed in red denim jeans ripped at each knee with her upper half mostly covered by a black leather bolero cut bomber jacket. Fleece lining inside and on the collar to keep her warm enough while stitched on the back is an embroidered picture of an explosion with a big cartoony "BOOM!" onomatopoeia across the explosion. A spiky black leather belt looped through her waist band matching a smiky leather collar around her neck and some black leather combat boots wiith red laces make up the rest of the outfit while the sun is kept out of her eyes by a pair of red cat eye framed sunglasses with red lenses.

With a disgruntked and bored look the woman reaches fore a nearby cup of soda from a Big Belly burger whiile she seems to be juggling balls of firey plasma in her hands like she's completely oblivious to the danger.

"C'mon, how long this damn bus gonna be. I'm gonna be stuck in this damn town again." she mutters and throws one of those balls of plasma up in the air where it sails and then explodes in a prety loud flash of light and noise.
Karen Starr     Frankly, one should be, perhaps, a touch more careful when using their powers in a city known to be infested with the worst kind of capes.

    On a good day, in Metropolis, an event like this would cause a big man in blue to come down and give a short lecture. On a worse day, a young blonde in the same shade of blue to give a sterner lecture, perhaps worse. On your worst day, you get...

    Sailing down from the sky as if she'd been mere feet away when the explosion occurs, comes a woman clad in a white bodysuit. The suit itself is cut off at the sleeves, exposing the musculature of her arms, and is tight enough to illustrate the cut of her impossibly toned abdominal muscles. It has some segmenting here and there, but otherwise is quite plain, were it not for the ovular hole above her ungodly generous cleavage. A belt loops around her waist, clasped by a Power symbol at the front. Chained under one arm, and connecting to a golden pauldron on her left shoulder, a crimson half-cape reaches to just above her hips. Blue gauntlets and boots complete the ensemble, the boots themselves giving her another inch or two of height, resulting in the woman reaching six foot six inches.

    She does not look happy.

    "Would you mind telling me why you're setting off explosives?"

    It's that kind of harsh tone that belies the fact that if she doesn't like Tabby's answer, there is going to be some level of altercation. Normally, this is probably time to flashbang and run: But this is Metropolis. That doesn't work here.
Tabitha Smith The younger and clearly smaller blonde woman still has a couple of those bombs in her hand when she hears the voice and looks up. Everything seems kind of familiar, she's met two women that look somewhat like Karen but neither quite seem to have what Power Girl has in abundance.

Which is something that Tabitha clearly is not immune too compared to the plasma in her hands as she shakes her head after looking rather stunned for a second or too. Luckily not so long that she can't reabsorb the plasma.

"Ugh, clearly I couldn't throw a rock and not hit a cape." states and sounds like she just got busted by the head mistress. And yet a quick glance at her vitals would probably show that this is not entirely unpleasant for the girl as she grins up at Karen.

"Not like I was aiming at anyone. Ot throwing anything more than a noisemaker. Bet it didn't even cause a split end if it hit you. I mean I am sorry if it did but damn. Even fliiers should watch where they're going. Are you like Supergirl and Divine's mom? You look like them. Explains how hot they look. Like wow, and I think this iis like more they've spoken to me though Supergirl I kinda briefly met a couple days ago. There was a thing with Parassirte was it. Oh crap I'm rambling!" she indeed is and speaking a mile a minute.

There's a wince and maybe Tabby miight just be expecting to get hit. At least she isn't throwing bombs. She's not that dumb. Maybe a little crazy.
Karen Starr     What happens next, honestly, ought to be illegal. At the very least, there should be clauses in the League and Avengers bylaws that state she isn't allowed to.

    When the woman gawks, and starts rambling, Power Girl cocks one hip slightly, and folds her arms under her chest. Her expression does not soften one iota- in fact, it might be possible that it just gets that much more stern. "Yeah, but you wouldn't get in trouble for throwing a rock. You threw a bomb, and you had more to play with, and you don't seem to /care./ That's where we're having a problem."

    One brow raises, at the kinda-sorta compliment. Luckily, she has a sliver of hope that Kara wasn't paying attention enough to the city to hear the comment. That is, at least, something. "No. I'm not anyone's mother. Did you help out with the Parasite incident?"
Tabitha Smith Neither an Avenger or League member Tabitha be but she does at least seem to still lean more towards looking like she's feeling chewed out. "Well yes, most people do get in trouble for throwing rocks, bricks or what have you. It just depends on who gets hit with them. No one gives a crap if a mutant does! You know what they call that? A good start!" she says and shakes her head.

"Look this town just has me on edge every time I come here. So you'e not their mom? So all kryptonian women end up looking this good?" she says and groans despite the compliiment.

"Yeah I tried. think I did little more than annoy Parasite while he was trying to feed on Divine. Which pisses me off like no end." she states. There's a sligt crackle through her nervous system almost like she's about to light her powers up again.

"But he eats power like mine like an addict snorting coke and between that and you krptonians I just ended up feeling like a bystander. Kinda crap for the self esteem and I have enough problems with my braiin at it is!" she points out sounding frustrated.

"So I lobbed a smalll bomb upwards. I have enough control no humans would have been hurt and no property either. Might as well have popped a balloon. If you caught any of that I'm sorry but you can also like see that shit from miles away and reach in split seconds so what danger was there? None!" she states almost growling.

"Watch where you're going! Is the lesson to be taught!" she states defiantly. The little brat!
Karen Starr     Karen unhooks one hand from her folded arms, and waves it in front of her for a moment, coupled with a shake of her head. "No, no, don't give me any of that bull. This has nothing to do with mutants, and everything to do with you treating an explosive like it's a toy." she states, still of course looking like she's chewing the younger blonde out.

    "Stop calling me that. Now." Warning delivered, she pauses a moment before continuing. "Thanks for whatever help you were able to offer during that, but regardless, just keep your calm and don't throw any bombs around. You could hurt someone or something, even if you've got all the control in the world."

    She looks around for a moment, and then gestures down the road. "Those kids are flying a drone around, and sure /this/ time, you didn't damage anyone or anything, but even if all you'd done is just popped a balloon, you think you'd have been happy making a kid sad like that? Even tiny consequences are still consequences. Grow up. Be careful."

    There's a somewhat unsaid statement there of 'or else I'll have to punch you,' but frankly, that's better left imagined rather than outright stated. "Now, I'm willing to let it go this time because I've got places to be, but if I hear another boom and you're to blame, you're gonna be spending a lot longer in Metropolis than you wanted. Understand?"
Tabitha Smith "Fine. Power Girl right?" Tabby says and just lets out a sigh. The girl really trying to let go of any anger. "It's not about being a mutant. It's being reminded of one's tiiiiiiny place in the universe. Being a mutant just throws gas on the fire. Reminds me of Genosha" Tabby admits and sits up, a hand lifting her glasses up onto her forehead.

"I saw the kids. Wanna know an extra secret about my powers. I can move them with my brain. A drone is not as fast as you. They'd probably use losing the toy as an excuse to bug their folks for another. That thing don't look that cheap." she states and keeps her eyes looking down the street before they return to Karen.

"But assholes are assholes however young we might or might not be be. Not every outburst is uncontrolled. You want me to keep it in my pants, fine no booms without monsters while I'm here." she states and slumps on her bend seat and reaches to finish that soda of hers.
Karen Starr     "What, and you think you're making it easier for anyone else by, again, /playing with explosives like they're toys?/" she states, starting to sound a little bit more than angry at the other woman's attitude.

    "You do get that when bigots cite some stupid fearmongering, it's actions like /this/ that justify that, right? That make people who are on the fence about it, or closer to it than they'd like to admit, finally make the leap because you're /playing/ with something /dangerous/ and you don't /care?/"

    There's a deep sigh, then. "I don't care how safe you thought it was. I care that you aren't even considering that something could have gone wrong. That you'd have popped the drone and sent some molten plastic down onto a few kids, or that someone could have thought you were, you know, an asshole looking to blow the place up, and started shooting. There is ALWAYS the capacity for things to go wrong, and the only way you eliminate that is by Not. Fucking. Around. So, when you're in my city, you don't fuck around."

    A pause, and then the typical line, that just seems ever so much more threatening from Power Girl.

    "Have I made myself clear?"
Tabitha Smith The smaller blonde pinches her nose and shakes her head. "Fine I get it I'll behave! I said I wouldn't blow anything up. No bombs, no plasma flames." The girl stands and finises her soda finally and dumps the paper cup in a nearby recycling bin. When it's not trashed by energy absorbing monsters the city is suprisingly clean compared to New York.

"I won't fuck around. Seriously." the girl says and actually sounds genuine. There's another look down the other direction where the bus should be coming from.

"One pain in my ass though. I really wish I could use my powers to fly. I'm almost tempted to try and piss you off enough to throw me to Westchester. I could probably survive the landing if I got near Breakstone Lake." Tabitha ponders then looks at Power Girl and wisely decides against it.

"It's clearly faster and cheaper than the train!" she points out with a goofy grin and shrugs like it wasn't a bad idea.
Karen Starr     There are a couple of nods, and Power Girl offers a pointed, "/Thank/ you." to the other woman. "That's all it takes." A roll of her eyes is the initial response to the comment about transportation. "You wouldn't survive the throw, but your remains would be on target."

    Having stated that, Karen starts calmly lifting off into the air, as if lighter than a feather despite what definitely obvious weight she'd have to her. "I'll be listening. Don't miss your bus." she says, getting to the point where she has to shout rather than just say the words- before, unless something stops her, she's off like a bullet, a soft but harmless rush of air accompanying her departure.