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Cir-El	It's hard being a superheroine. It's hard being a time traveler. Boy is it hard being a time traveling superheroine. Well, not so much a hard time as an awkward time. All your memories are now premonitions, and you're trying to figure out how time travel actually works without wrecking the future. Fortunately, after a brief meeting with Kara Zor-El, Cir-El's a little less worried she's going to drastically change the future because apparently that's just not a thing that can happen. But Metropolis also /has/ a Supergirl already, and so she finds herself having moved on to New York City, which while it has its own population of colorful costumed heroes, has not got a Supergirl! Or at least didn't. It does now. A silent protector, looking down from above. 'Above' in this case being the rooftop of a skyscraper because New York's new Supergirl is still recovering her powers, and flight isn't... working so great. But her vision's as good as ever, and so she scans the horizon for trouble, while absently taking a bite from a slice of pizza. "Hah. Joke's on Kara. Metropolis pizza's not this good." All in all, things are going fine. Cir-El's feeling more confident. But also she's eying her cape with a slight frown. "Need a new costume... capes look /lame/ when you aren't flying, and I probably look like a /dweeb/ running in this..." Clearly, she is up to important heroic work.
Ikaris	In a way, Ikaris was a time traveling superhero. Except he took the long way. 50,000 years is a long time to be roaming creation. He's met spectacular figures, witnessed great battles, even suffered the sting of war during Ragnarok. Yet, despite all of this, Ikaris watches even still. He soars above concrete jungle that is New York City. While Mia doesn't spot trouble in its usual sense, she /does/ spot Ikaris as he cuts through the skies....seemingly just as he notices her in turn. He slows to a stop above where she sits, his eyes glowing with strange light. Cosmic energy. He's dressed in some kind of armor, colored blue and gold. His hair is short with a streak of white and his face is clean shaven. "....who are you?" Strange woman eating a pizza on top of a skyscraper. Sane people really don't do this anymore but one supposes the thrills of youth never tire. He seems to look her up and down as he floats down next to her, his feet touching the gravel of the high-altitude surface.
Cir-El	Luckily, being nervous in a timeframe not her own, Mia is not quite so trigger-happy on the 'Colorful flying person, time to THROW DOWN!' as she could be! Also, you know, she's eating pizza. And so while Ikaris may be bombarded with low levels of X-ray radiation when she catches sight of him in the sky, he's not bombarded by heat vision. Her chewing slows, one eyebrow lifting slightly, those bright blue eyes focusing, intent. Brow slowly furrows. She should know him, surely! And yet she's drawing a blank. Her head tilts, eyebrows perking, her arm not busy holding her pizza slice at mouth level sweeps her cape back in what would probably be a dramatic motion if it was with /both/ hands, and also if she didn't look like she was on lunch break from a costume themed restaurant to display the red S on a black background on her chest, pointing mutely while she chews and swallows. "Supergirl! You're..." She frowns as she trails off, "A Captain Marvel? I mean, that's usually like, blue and gold and /red/ though... are you like... a Lieutenant Marvel? Gotta pass the exam for the third color? Sorry, I'm uhhh... new in town. I don't know all the rules. Super people just kinda get to pick their own style, y'know?"
Ikaris	Well that's good! Getting into an eye-blast fight with a Kryptonian would be...interesting. Though with so many Kryptonians on earth these days, Ikaris finds himself holding a particular stance of concern on his features. They're dangerous. All they need is the barest inkling of solar power and they become infinitely more powerful than many things mankind could develop. But, Ikaris is seeing the look in her eyes. "Supergirl." He greets her by acknowledging her chosen name. Though her efforts to identify him seem in vain. "My name is Ikaris. I am not like the ones of Kree blessings or photo kinetic abilities. I'm something....different." /Very/ different. "Though..." He looks at the symbol on her chest. "You must be of Superman's household. Perhaps that will mean you are not a danger, but...you are also not from here. Not in an alien sense, but perhaps a chronological one."
Cir-El	All in all, despite her nervousness, the Kryptonian (human hybrid, not that she's aware of that) is casual in finishing her pizza before she sighs out, one eyebrow lifting as she reads that tension. "What? Listen, just because the S is on a black background doesn't mean I'm /evil/ or whatever, I'm not from like... an alternate universe." Head is tossed to the side and Cir-El gives a little shake of her head, "Sorry, don't remember an Ikaris but... uhhh... my memory's kinda... spotty." She shrugs helplessly and sighs. She groans and pinches the bridge of her nose as this guy just... can /see/ she's out of time, awesome. Cool. Not awkward at all, "Yeah, I'm from the... or... a? Future. Got hit by some kind of blast, woke up here. And... yeah, uhhh... he's my dad." Another little shrug of 'Whatcha gonna do?' as she sighs out. "But no, I'm not a danger or anything, just figured I'd do my part to help out while I'm stuck here and getting back on my feet. Nice to meet you, Mr. Ikaris."