|John Jones (red_eyed_hunter) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2010-11-12 00:56:00
|Entry tags:||bonnie bennett, john jones|
Who: John Jones and OPEN (to anyone in camp)
Where: Camp Xander
What: Arriving to help
and possible questioning, tests likely?
This was all wrong. Completely wrong. Was this what they had all been fighting to stop? From all appearances, given the state of the world in this time, they had lost the battle, possibly even the war. It did look quite bleak right now. There were some people still around that he recognized from before, though they were a little.. different. But some had been casualties from what he understood. He had attempted to reach out to others on the team from before, when they lived together at the old complex. Unfortunately, he had yet to discover where Clark was, if he was still present.. which he wasn't sure of. Victor wasn't around either. But there were resistance camps. John decided to check those out and go from there. Maybe he would find more information if he worked with some people. Probably even see if Babs would have any intel. Or Xander? From what he remembered, the man was also part of the Tech and Security squad in the past. Maybe he could tell him about what happened to Vic, Clark, Nightwing, or anyone else in the hero business that they had known. So after soaring over the various cities, an occasional red streak behind him when he was fast enough, the Martian noticed a secluded area. Had to be one of the several camps. He was suspecting that he might not be warmly welcomed right away as most people were probably suspicious about others like him who had shown up in this time. But if he didn't take those first steps now, he'd still be in the dark. Or at least find the answers after a much longer time than he wished.
So he quickly descended, landing about a few feet on the outskirts of the camp. He hoped he wouldn't be greeted by anyone who was the type to shoot first. Not that he couldn't react to that. He was pretty resistant, plus he could become intangible if needed. But he would much prefer to avoid a confrontation in any case. He thought it best to not do any action that would make him seem a threat. Though probably if any saw a man flying and then coming down was unusual enough. Then again, they'd very likely been in contacts with folks that had all kinds of special abilities. Whatever happened, he would agree to whatever tests or questioning they wished to implement as far as he was concerned. He took a deep breath and steeled himself for the task at hand, starting to walk towards the main area.