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[green_and_white]

Jasmine isn't happy.

She wasn't happy when Eight-Hour fire-moved her to the fringes of civilization.

She was, if anything, less happy when she discovered she had to walk four hours just to get within reach of Downside public transport, and that the subsequent ride home took another four hours

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[hero_farmboy]

Clark, it must be admitted, is completely;y unaware of this turn of events. He is in Metropolis, however, having just finished lunch with Chloe and is currently just wandering around downtown, trying to decide if he wants to go home first before coming back to see Anna later.

[green_and_white]

The tendency of people to avoid the hell out of angry naked women on the streets of this city has risen remarkably since Anna Reeve's homeless vigilante days. No doubt Jasmine's tattoos augment this tendency significantly.

It doesn't take her very long at all to locate and rob a ritzy swimwear shop. Possibly the tattoos are a contributing factor in how quickly the employees are reduced to cowering behind the counter. Possibly it's the fact that her first action upon entering is to break a customer's arm.

Regardless, after this and a similar visit to a shoe store Jazz is clad in her usual style.

Notably, people don't avoid her any less in this condition.

Now all she needs to do is find Eight-Hour. Hopefully she won't run into the contractor's boy-toy on the way. Jasmine has little desire to interact with him without the advantage of those mysterious green stones on her side.

[hero_farmboy]

There's a mild commotion going on a half a black over. Normally, unless people were screaming or sirens were involved, Clark wouldn't be all that interested in finding out what was going on. Especially in the middle of the afternoon.

But he's kind of bored, so he starts heading in that direction. And stops short when he sees exactly what the commotion is all about.

[green_and_white]

Jasmine hasn't seen him yet.

The immediate issue at hand is the fact that some innocent passerby brushed up against her on his way from point A to point B, and Jazz took exception to this.

She now has the innocent passerby in question by one arm and is breaking each of his fingers in succession.

No-one has yet thought to call the police.

[hero_farmboy]

She might notice him now, standing right in front of her as he now is, glaring.

"Let him go."

[green_and_white]

The look she gives him says 'oh, you again' more easily than words ever could.

"I'm not done with him yet," she says coldly.

The man still retains function in the fingers of his right hand, after all.

Jazz needs to change that.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark grabs her wrist, a little more tightly than he usually would. But just a little.

"We're in my world now, and you'll leave these people alone."

[green_and_white]

Breaking out of another's grip is an absent-minded sort of thing for Jasmine.

Except when it doesn't work.

She tosses her whimpering victim aside and pays him no attention as he scuttles off; every fibre of her is bent to the task of getting free of Clark.

Evenly, "I answer to no-one. You should remember that."

Her subtle sneer on 'you' is perfectly executed to remind him of what transpired the last time they met.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark isn't letting go anytime soon and if she tries to hit him to get him to let go, chances are he won't give an inch to shield her from hurting herself on him.

"What part of 'we're in my world' didn't you understand?"

[green_and_white]

Jasmine raises an eyebrow.

"Do you lay claim to it as property, then, and to all its inhabitants?"

[hero_farmboy]

"They're not property and neither is the planet. But I'll defend them against the likes of you and I should warn you, I'm not the only one." He finally releases her wrist, pushing it away. "So you're either going to learn to behave, or you're going to go home."

[green_and_white]

"I answer to no-one, or have you not been paying attention?"

The look she gives him clearly indicates that she'd like nothing more than to find herself some fresh green jewelry and take him apart into little tiny pieces.

[hero_farmboy]

Clark gives her look that can only be called amused confusion.

"You're not really that bright, are you?"

[green_and_white]

Jazz switches near-instantly from condescension to tightly controlled rage.

She's done talking to this infuriating man.

It's hardly likely he'll tell her where to find Eight-Hour, after all.

Just so long as he doesn't follow her around, she can intimidate someone into showing her whatever passes for a directory of persons in this disorganized world. (Jasmine lived in the sixty-first century. It shows.)

[hero_farmboy]

Oh, Clark is following. Like hell he's letting her run loose in Metropolis.

"What are you doing here, anyway?"

[green_and_white]

"Looking for your whore."

Words like 'girlfriend' and 'boyfriend' leave a bad taste in her mouth.

"She and I have things to discuss."

Things, in this case, meaning a continuation of Jasmine's unceasing quest for Eight-Hour Chainsaw's breaking point. Just because she hasn't found it yet, she reasons, doesn't mean she never will. It's simply a matter of patience and expertise. Jazz possesses both in vast supply.