Kuvira (kuvira) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-05-22 13:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce banner, kuvira, zz:status complete |
Patrol [Narrative/Open, backdated slightly]
Kuvira had wanted to arrest Bruce Banner for destruction of public property but was promptly commanded not to. Everything about The City's police department frustrated her. She wondered if this was how things were done in Republic City; slowly and with enough red tape to suspend a badgermole from the ceiling. The paperwork required so that she be allowed to modify her blue uniform with the metal strips of her old one and be exempt from carrying a gun, taser, baton or any of the other normal equipment, had been staggering.
Maybe she was being punished after all. There was something wrong with the natives. The only ones that provided decent conversation had been brought into The City like her. Perhaps the spirits had thrown her in for overseeing the weapon of mass destruction she had personally commissioned. It made as much sense as anything else.
If she couldn't arrest the Hulk she was damn sure going to clean up his mess. Kuvira's patrol was on foot, she still didn't know how to drive yet. When she got to broken concrete and cracked pavement where Banner had fought the giant lizard creature - someone called it a T-Rex - there were stares. It looked like a dance at first, tai chi on closer inspection, and something else to those who knew better. She smoothed the pavement, repaired the cracks, and made it safe to walk again, for cars to drive in the area, and strengthened the foundation of at least one building.
A small crowd gathered around her while she worked as if she were a common busker. Kuvira ignored them. This was her city to look after and protect now. She'd let the onlookers gawk as long as they stayed out of her way.
"Officer Kuvira, this is dispatch, do you copy? Officer Kuvira to dispatch." Kuvira looked down at the small radio attached to her uniform. She picked up the small receiver, "This is Officer Kuvira, over."
"What is your location? We're getting a couple more reports of dino sightings. Over."
"Dino?" Kuvira asked.
"The big lizard things. Over."
Kuvira looked around. She didn't see any other T-Rexes nearby. A creature of that size would have caused another panic. There would have been screams at a minimum. It was hard not to scream back at the other voice on the phone, bark commands. That wasn't her place anymore. She took a deep, centering breath.
"Not at my location. Over."
"Alright, keep an eye out and report if you see any suspicious dino activity. Over."
"Ten-four," Kuvira frowned and replaced the radio receiver on her uniform. The crowd was still watching her, expectantly. Kuvira sighed and waived them off, "Move along. Nothing to see here."