need some blood in the cut.

[thecacophony]

WHO: Sal the Cacophony & You!
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Toward the end of January (for those who remain) and through into February (for those who return)
WHAT: Catch-all. That Oliver Queen guy said to watch over things, right? What a bad choice for a babysitter.
WARNINGS: Language, alcohol, mentions of past trauma, possible violence. Normal Sal stuff.

01. Maurtia Falls What do they say here? The other shoe has finally dropped? Well whatever it's called, the timing isn't great for this city. Not with crime reportedly already on the uptick. Who's going to watch over things when so many imPorts—so many genuinely good people are caught up in the consequence of something they all feared was going to happen eventually? Like those few others who went to ask questions, the answers neither helped nor comforted. Sal knows isolation, as a vagrant. She's used to looking after herself, so even if the wounds hurt at least she's capable of just pressing forward. Getting something done, instead of sitting quietly at home with too much she doesn't want to think about. And that includes taking advice of that Oliver Queen guy. Well, kind of. She can only stomach so much heroic diatribe but unfortunately he's right. Someone has to look after things; though maybe fate should pick better next time. In any case, there's a woman flying over the city more frequently these days. Watching and trying to find anyone who needs help (whatever the fuck that means). A gloomy-looking woman with a flashy red scarf flying down from the sky is sure to gain attention. 02. Jeopardy She's been here quite a bit these past few months, for business or a stray apocalypse or, well, whatever. That abandoned building she started using a training ground has really come in handy—and Lilith's magical wards are strong, even if she's disappeared. Another distraction. Another city missing imPorts. She catches herself lingering here, for reasons she's avoiding giving any serious thought about. Maybe she stops by a coffee shop, or walks along the sidewalk, looking over a sea of unfamiliar faces. And just maybe, on a particularly rough day, she sits on the steps of that creepy spider church and manages to look even gloomier than normal. Everyone is coping. 03. Porter Cities Fly-by She's neglected these other cities in comparison, but this is as good (or bad) time as any to get more acquainted with the other porter cities. Sal only wishes she had her bird, Congeniality, to keep her company. Back home, she always knew her (even grouchier) friend would catch up with her eventually. It made the loneliness just a bit more manageable at least. She stops and flies down to check on various landmarks, looking around for other imPorts who seem out of sorts. A nice person could offer a comforting smile or some kind of solace, but Sal's just another angry person who doesn't know what to do either. Maybe, if she's lucky, there will at least be a chance for a fight or some other kind of distraction. 04. Wildcard [Everything else. Want something not listed above, jump in here! SURPRISE ME...or message me for a starter if that works better.]

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[thecacophony]

That kind of unrelenting hope is almost painful, but Sal can't help but cling to those words. People can change. Never give up. The weariness has seeped down into her bones, ever since those people just—up and fucking vanished from them.

It seems too tempting sometimes, giving up.

But she still has something to motivate her forward. Even if it's just Superboy and the hope he offers her, it's enough to keep her fighting. She feels that small tap, not seeing it but knowing it's him, and she reaches out to tap him back on the shoulder too. Yeah, alright, you win.

"Maybe they will," she says softly, trying to agree. Trying to see what he can see.

"And what about the rest of this shit we're dealing with? The days keep dragging on, but...none of them have come back yet." Sal fights back a sudden shiver, and she pulls her scarf more tightly around her shoulders. "I don't think I'm ready to just...let go of them."

[callmesuperboy]

"I believe in people." Four simple words, yet spoken heartfelt and sincerely. And he nods as he glances at her.

There is hope and determination alongside the sadness and tiredness in his eyes and his smile is warm as he gives it all to her.

"I don't know. I want to hope they will come back, but... I'm to the point now where I just... I have to operate on the chance they won't. That maybe they are gone. And that means that... whether we like it or not, we have to live with that. " He lapses into silence for a moment as they fly, staring off, his face a mask of worry and unhappiness, but then he shakes his head and goes on.

"I won't let go. I will dedicate what I do to them. Every moment I will hope they come back. Maybe that makes me silly, but I will do my damnedest so that if they do come back, or somehow can see this place, what they will see is me doing my best to make this am world worth what they gave me. Hope, love, kindness, and acceptance." His determination grows as he speaks.