Daydreaming {Open}

Mackenzie frowned, sighed slightly, and shifted her body a little bit, drawing her knees up to her chest, while her arms hugged them closer than most people would have been comfortable with on the top of a steepled church roof; if she faltered or leaned forward too much, or to the sides, she would probably go head-over-heels off the side of the rel;igious building.

Of course, those people probably couldn't fly, like the glowing green heroine could. Not that she was thinking about that particularily hard at that moment. Her eyes - if you could distinguish them on her face, powered up as she was - were fixed on the sky above, not the ground below, and drifted among the clouds, following the little grey-white poufs as they lazed across the sky. A breeze was blowing, but that wasn't something that bothered the powered-up teen much; she couldn't feel it. But to everyone else, that breeze and the thin dusting of slushy snow on the ground shouted 'winter' like nothing else. Though the clouds were few and rather on the smallish side, Mackenzie - or 'Starbolt', as the energy-flame wrapped teen was known - was thinking that it felt like another dappling of snow fall was coming through Jump City soon.

A few feet behind her sat the large cross that denoted the church as a church. It wasn't a horribly proud church, nor was it a rinky-dink kind of small thing, but it did have enough money to get a gold-gilded, rather large church. The weak winter sun glittered off of the thing, spreading across the rooftop and dappling the teen-adged heroine.

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The eyes of a winged gargoyle on the ledge of the side of the church opened slowly, and the body began moving as though made of flesh instead of stone. It yawned loudly and stood up, stretching. As he stretched the faded gray of stone turned to blue scales as the lizard-like alien A crack was heard as Kura's back popped and he exhaled quickly. His breathe was a thick intense flame and he shivered in the winter air.

"Jeez, I forget how cold it is when in other forms." He muttered to himself, his body language showing that the stone form had made him quite stiff. His claws shot out and he scaled the wall of the church, irreverently leaving claw marks on the wooden surface. He even climbed like a lizard; quickly, swinging his body from side to side, not looking for actual grips but making his own.

Once on the roof he didn't notice the girl; his vision was still limited as his eyes adjusted to the bright sun. He lifted a loose roof tile to find his deposited clothes from the night before. There was a thick black trenchcoat, a black fidora with thin white stripes, and a peice of a dull but dark fabric for an unknown purpose. He put the tile back with his foot once he was in standing position and took two steps forward before dropping the clothes at his feet. His large wings folded out and his retractable claws shot back out while his stance became suddenly aggressive.

"Human?" He asked, questioningly to the girl to his left. The glowing flames were abnormal, at least from his understanding of humans.

"Well, part of me.", Mackenzie answered, eyes widening as she turned around somewhat and saw ho was barging in on her alone time and demanding things about her lineage. it was a lizard...thing. male, she guessed, from his voice - and the fact that he was naked. There was a pile of clothes by his feet, which she really wished he had on his body - she really didn't want to see all of...that - as the floating green young woman avoided eye contact. Or looking at him at all.

"Uh - why do you want to know?", she asked, a note of curiousity in her voice, even as she stood a bit straighter. Mackenzie had forgotten about her heights; ie, the fact that she was on the top of a very steep steepled roof. This was probably a good thing, since the normal-like, sheltered young heroine probably couldn't have handled a naked lizard-guy and her phobia of heights at the same time.

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"Hmmm.... Tameranean, no doubt." he said, jerking his head forward and unintentionally blowing out a ball of flame. It was a side effect of being in the cold environment. He was used to a much warmer environment, and it did not help that it was winter either. He slipped on his trenchcoat smoothly, his wings folding underneath it.

"Forgive my intrusion, half blooded one." he said, flipping the fidora hat upon his head. The label of half blood was not meant as an insult. His words were now friendly, though in his head he still didn't trust her. He knew of the Tameraneans, and beleived them to be a noble race, not unlike the drathnians, his own people. However, It was more than possible that the evil blood of the humans could corrupt their offspring. He looked up to the sky and saw that the sun was in the 11:00 am position. He had meant to be hunting for the evil doers earlier, but found himself sleeping in.
"So, what brings you to earth?" he asked as he finished the last button on his coat. His voice was still friendly. If she was born on the planet, or had been living there for a while, it might have brought out the human in her; his concern. He would leave her when he deemed her not a threat. Hell, he may even make a friend.

<<Kura sees humans as evil in the same way that native americans see the white man as evil, in fact even for the same reasons>>