First Night [Action]

[cowledcrusader]

[In the middle of the previous night, a note will be left under the door of Clark Kent.  It reads as follows:]

Clark,

There are urgent matters to discuss.  Be on top of Community Housing 7 at midnight.

[The note is not signed and not dated.  Mysterious letter is mysterious.  The only question is whether or not Clark will meet him there at the

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[eidolon_soul]

[Rydia exits her house quietly late at night--not exactly sneaking away, but still trying to make as little noise as possible. There's a whip coiled at her side and a rod with a bright crystal looped into her belt. She's not expecting trouble, but better to be prepared. Given her pace, it's likely that she's just out for some aimeless wandering. Her pensive expression certainly contributes to that impression. Upon glancing to her right, she notices the barracks and pauses thoughtfully.]

[cowledcrusader]

[...Another person wandering about. She looks harmless enough, but that whip and crystal rod give pause. He'll just be hiding up on the roof of the barracks for now. Watching and waiting.]

[eidolon_soul]

[Rydia stares at the barracks for a moment longer, then heads inside. She'll be busy thrashing dummies for a bit, and some interesting noises will result from her variety of methods; Flame Whip, Ice Rod, and some magic of her own, mostly lightning. After a few moments, it becomes less a training regimen and more a means to vent some pent-up frustration.]

[cowledcrusader]

[A powerful magician. An awful lot of those in this village. If it wasn't already clear enough, he's going to need to find a way to negate or dampen the effects of magic cast against him. A very wide repitore of attacks, but it looks like she's more ready to blow someone's head off if they get to her the wrong way.

Right now there's no reason to step in. But he'll study the attack patterns of her spells. Someone's bound to use something similar.]

[eidolon_soul]

[There's a particularly loud blast at one point, thanks to a Flare spell. After staring at the thoroughly destroyed dummies, a somewhat less tense Rydia sits down on one of the benches, shoulders sagging. That was a lot of energy to expend in one session.]

[cowledcrusader]

[That last blast was akin to an explosion from a bomb. Not good at all. Though she looked tired and expended now, he was unsure how long it would be before she could unleash that fury again. ...It was time to find out who this woman was through the journals. For now, it would be best not to disturb her.

Sliding out of earshot, Batman withdrew into the night.]