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[ Donna doesn't opt into the video function when she starts up the communicator, an interesting little piece the soldiers on base handed over to her. Some people back home might have liked to get their hands on it for curiosity's sake.

Her inflection runs a little dry, events of the past couple of days and trying to get her bearings weighing upon her shoulders. To arrive in a world that's officially on a Doomsday Clock isn't the welcome party she wanted. ]

I'm trying to get this straight: one of the Moirai is on her way to potentially devour this world, but in the meantime one of her other sisters is going to keep bringing us in and the soldiers on base are kind of raising their arms up in defeat over it. That's thrilling.

[ Her tongue clicks before she adds: ]

Alright, so who jump started the apocalypse?

( ooc: feel free to action for maurtia falls #004. backdated to earlier in the day before this goes up. )

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[gonna have to wait a while to encounter a Darkov in the wild; he'll be sleeping most of the day away when she's come to examine her new residence. in fact, there's little chance of noticing the kid here save for the closed door upstairs...at least until around 2am, when floorboards creak, footsteps lightly sound off the steps, and, later, the TV is turned on with the volume way down.]

[ Donna can't sleep.

It certainly doesn't aid her restlessness that her head is packed full of emotions and thoughts from a long day exploring the city, stopping by the Hall of Justice in De Chima and that conversation she had with Bruce.

She's aggravated, to say the least, but there's that part of her deep down that can't stop thinking about the full moon. It's close and everyone's gearing up for a fight, but here she is being...

She needs a glass of water. She can't think straight.

Donna creeps down the stairs, hearing the quiet buzz of the TV from the living room which earns her curiosity. She peers from the stairwell, but doesn't see anyone from the house yet. Making their acquaintance hasn't exactly been a priority, but as she steps further to see who might be up, she still doesn't notice anyone in the dark. Did someone leave the TV on? Weird. ]

[someone else being up is unusual, but not rare. actually, Andy's the one who gets up almost as much as he does at strange hours -- not because she's nocturnal, but because dreams don't give her the rest she wants.

except the shape that's descending the stairs isn't Andy's. in the dark, Martin's eyes may not discern color, but he can see shape plain as day, and that is not Andy. nor Rex. nor...anyone he knows.

so before she can fully reach the landing, Martin's slipped out of his spot on the couch, edging away and hastening to the kitchen, his heart in his throat.

very little good has come of strangers in the house in the past; he's not about to make the mistakes he's made before.]

[ She catches a glimpse of something hurrying towards the kitchen, but it's too dark to make out the figure. It seems smaller than her, but she can't tell; Donna decides to stalk after it, moving about with a caution in her step and her attention vigilant as she proceeds toward the kitchen.

It wasn't Rex, who's likely asleep upstairs. He did say there were two others living here, but Donna hasn't seen them today.

Home invader? Do people even try to break into houses with superpowered folk? ]

[the silverware drawer clatters louder than he likes, but that doesn't stop him from fishing out one of the carving knives therein. the noisy damage is already done, so he just claps the drawer shut and drops to his knees, whirling back around with big, reflective eyes seeking the shape stalking him.

breath held, he edges toward the underside of the table. being small is useful only very rarely, and hopefully in this case.

...maybe he should yell. for Andy. for Rex. but what if that makes things worse?]

[ It doesn't take long to piece together what the sound of someone digging around silverware means, especially coming from the kitchen. Donna's lasso is still on her hip and her gauntlets underneath her sleeves as she hasn't taken anything off since returning back to the house.

It sounds like whoever's in here is relying on the element of surprise and a close-range attack.

Lucky for her, she's got defenses for that.

She undoes the lasso from her hip, the rope lighting up as she whips it out toward the person hiding by the table. It'll rope around his torso mostly and she yanks him forward. ]

AH-!!

[so much for stealth. that cry is followed by the knife clanking on the floor, a chair skidding and scooting out of the way, and the table wobbling as Martin is flung forward and onto his face at her feet.

he makes a pained sound, squirming, trying to get his arms loose and get onto his knees with little avail.]

N-noh-!

[ The moment a small, young teenager lands before Donna is the second she releases her grip on him with the lasso. The golden hue fades immediately and they're both enshrouded in the darkness, the dim light from the TV barely reaching them this deep into the kitchen. ]

What the fuck!

[ Donna's eyes widen in shock, slightly panicked that she nearly KO'd a child. ]

Who are you?

[Martin twists so he can turn on his side. now that the lights are off, he can finally blink the spots out of his eyes and look around, fixing his fearful gaze up at her.]

D-don't! What do you want! [raising his voice:] Andy! Rex-!!

Why were you trying to stab me? Oh, shit!

[ Oh fuck, is he about to burst into tears? Donna scrambles back and pulls her lasso away, throwing her arms up in mock surrender to indicate she's not a threat to him anymore. ]

Hey, hey, you don't need to panic.

[ Is Rex going to shoot her if he finds them down here like this?? ]

[the second the rope is slackened, Martin's arms wriggle free and he clambers to his hands and feet, crawling backward, bonking his head on the table, ducking, and continuing back under the table, yanking one of the chairs in-between himself and the intruder.]

What do you want! I didn't do anything! I'm sorry!

[one of these exclamations has to be enough to stop this stranger's attack, right?!]

I need you to calm down.

[ Jesus Christ, what is supposed to do with this kid? She's still got her arms up, but apparently that's not helping to alleviate any of the tension in the room. Donna opts to step back a few paces to put more distance between them if it helps any. ]

And keep it down. Look, I'm not gonna hurt you provided you don't shank me.

[there's not a whole lot Martin can think to yell besides those things, so, running out of options means he's left gawking at what he can see of her from under the table. mostly legs. it's not much to go on, really.

he definitely doesn't know her voice, though, and that's reason enough to continue to fear.

at least the yelling's done.]

Why...why are you here?

I was told this is my "house".

[ She sighs, coiling the lasso in a loop to tuck it back onto her hip. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, but you shouldn't go grabbing knives in the dark.

[ Someone, like her, could have been stabbed! She's half-Amazonian, not half-Kryptonian. ]

Are you... one of Rex's housemates?

[this is not her house, because it is his. theirs -- Rex and Andy's. but saying so might make her mad, and he doesn't want to do that.

so there's a delay in his response as he tries to decide what the right thing to say is. he's a dreadful liar, and he hates being false besides...even when he might be in harm's way...]

He's-- [he hesitates a beat more.]

That's my father. Don't...hurt him. Or anyone. Please.

He's your father?

[ She doesn't see the family resemblance, but does it matter? The second Martin announces it do her shoulders tense up.

She really doesn't want to cross a military man and his kid again. ]

I'm not going to hurt him... or anyone else here. Look, I'll... [ She sighs loudly, her eyes rolling toward the ceiling. ] Fuck.

[well, that's a very Andy-word. it kind of gives Martin pause as he remains under the table, still peering at her legs as if expecting something dangerous to come of them.

when nothing but that wave of exasperation follows, he shifts, scooting out from under the table on the opposite end, putting it between him and the stranger as he gets to his feet. his eyes gleam like an animal's as he blinks at her, slouched and clutching the back of the chair nearest him.]

I thought... [his eyes flicker to the knife that had skittered away from him. he swallows.

quieter:] I thought you came here to hurt me. Sorry.

No.

[ Donna sighs loudly, fingers running through her hair while the other rests against the flair of her hips. She paces back and forth, debating packing her stuff in the next hour and leaving the house.

Somehow, this roommate situation is more uncomfortable than she anticipated. And she's not good with kids either. ]

It's just for one night. I'll be gone by the morning.

...

[he makes just a faint sound of acknowledgement, still avoiding eye contact. hindsight will take a while to kick in, and only then will he realize how drastic his actions were. right now, though, he's still jittery from the initial surprise, remembering how Woden broke in, tried to kill him...

this could go on for a while if they're not careful -- them, just standing there.

after it can get that painfully awkward, though:] ...May I go past you? To the stairs...

[apparently, TV time is officially over.]

Yeah, sure. It's fine.

[ It's not her house, after all. She steps back from him to give him back some personal space, eyeing Martin very uncertainly. It's as if she wants to say something, apologize some more, tell him she's not one of the bad guys (if that's what he's worried about), but she can't find the way to string together a proper sentence. ]

Uh... tell Rex I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare anyone.

[being able to get a few steps up offers some comfort; it's closer up to his family for one thing, and the banister provides a kind of barrier anyway.

the only thing that doesn't really give him a safer feeling is the sound of an apology; he's grown so much, but still can't stomach being on the receiving end of apologies, warranted or otherwise.

his eyes stay fixed forward and down at the next steps ahead of him, fingers curled on the rail.]

...I...If you want me to. I can tell him that.

... yeah, okay.

[ Donna doesn't trail him. The kid's already spooked. ]

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