Gods Among Men The Hall of Justice

Saarai

Saarai

Lord of Bondage and Pain
Benefactor
The Justice League's Earth based headquarters, doubling as a museum of sorts, it is often open to the public allow them a chance to interact with the heroes and learn their histories. Pictures, news footage, and much more make up the bulk of what is given to the public.

Statues are built inside in the Hall of Justice's various hallways to honor those who have fallen in the line of duty, or for other reasons, as superheroes.

Most notably are statues of Robin, The Question Charles Szasz, and several members of the Justice Society.
 
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Catherine stood in front of the Hall of Justice's transporters, bouncing somewhat excitedly as it powered on. The woman, elegantly dressed and with very dark hair, held a clipboard in her hands. Registration papers for alien beings.

It didn't take long before Jankowski, Iry'oz, and the rest of Jankowski's team materialized in the transporters.

"Bonjour! Uh, hello!" Catherine called out, exposing Iry'oz to a thick French accent. "Welcome to Earth, I am Catherine Cobert, public affairs officer for the Justice League!" She said, introducing herself, "Um, we have filled out mostly everything for you."

"We still have some questions."
 
Iry'oz didn't answer at first and instead let her eyes wander around the building just as she had at the Watchtower. It took her a moment to focus her attention on Catherine. She nodded, saying "What do you need to know?"
 
"We will start simple. What is your age? Do your people have ages?" Catherine asked, "You are humanoid, but that means very little in today's... uh, world, universe." The French woman said, "And, I'll need your name. You may need to spell that for me." She told Iry'oz.

"That thing you do, it gives you all aspects of language, right?" Jankowski asked Iry'oz, "Like, you know our alphabet now?"
 
The woman was overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of questions. She tried to answer them as they came, but the woman was going too fast. She just did what she could- went with the simplest answer.

"My name is Iry'oz," she replied. "Spelled... I-R-Y... then O-Z." There were certain things that weren't included in the linguistic assimilation, but it got the point across well enough. She stared at Jankowski for a minute, surprised almost. "Why, yes. Do you not have the same gift?"
 
"Most Earthlings don't have that gift." Jankowski told Iry'oz, "Not that long ago we didn't have so many people with gifts. Or aliens." He continued, "The times are a-changin'." One of the men in Jankowski's team added.

Catherine approached Iry'oz, phone in one hand. "We need a picture for your identification." She told the Tamaranean, "Smile!"

Catheine didn't wait long before she took the picture, "Satisfactory! I will pass this along to the government and I will have your identification mailed to you." The French woman said, "We have transportation waiting outside for you."
 
The Tamaranian's eyes widened exceptionally when the picture was taken of her. She blinked rapidly a couple of times and stared at the device curiously. Before she was able to ask about it, however, she was given some information again. What in the world were all these things she was speaking about?

Koriand'r, how did you survive this confusing place?

"Do you not fly?" she asked as they headed outside.
 
"Not all of us." Jankowski told Iry'oz, "That's new too." He added as they made their way outside. Waiting were a few SUVs, and circling them were protesters.

Anti-alien protesters, anti-Justice League protesters, and protesters counter to them.

They were yelling, they were screaming. "Starfire! You aren't welcome!" A man shouted, "Ignore them. Just walk." Jankowski said to Iry'oz, pointing her to one of the SUVs.

"The people here are divided these days."
 
Though Iry'oz nodded to Jankowski, there were a few things that simply could not be ignored. Something flew through the air and splattered itself against the woman's face. At first, the Tamaranean seemed perplexed, but soon after her eyes and fists burned with a green flame. The residue from the fruit that had splattered against her bubbled and smoked until it was no more.

"Who challenges me?!" she boomed.
 
The crowds, Jankowski and his team, they all fell silent at Iry'oz's outburst. Soon the crowd opened up, an older man being shoved forward. "He did it!" Someone called out. "Is it too late to say that I'm sorry?" The older man asked, "You know, we forgive here. Americans, Earthlings, all about forgiveness." The man told Iry'oz, trying to save his own skin.

"He has a point. Even if it came about because he's afraid of you." Jankowski said, "Let's get going and get you cleaned up."
 
Anger still raging in her eyes, the woman took heed of Jankowski's words and flicked her fist down to her side, putting out the flames. Taking her eyes from the man, she walked with the rest of the team into the car.
 
"No one had my back?" The older man could be heard saying as Iry'oz and her escorts climbed into the SUV. They were all silent when the doors closed, maintaining their silence until the vehicle was nearly a block away.

Then they all burst out in laughter, "I could see his underwear go brown as soon as Iry here snapped." One of the Jankowski's team said, "He'll probably get on the news and say she tried to eat him or something." Jankowski joked, "Probably on Godfrey's show. He lets all the crazies come on."
 
Iry'oz didn't smile, though their laughter did perplex her. "Why is that funny?" she asked them, a tinge of frustration in her voice. "Why are they so angry?"
 
"You embarrassed that guy and others like him. When confronted they just tuck their tails and beg forgiveness." Jankowski told Iry'oz, though he had to admit that her summoning some kind of alien magic to her hands probably helped things. "It's funny to see that happen to those types. They don't hate you, they aren't angry, they're afraid of the unknown."

"Show them that they have nothing to fear from you."
 
Iry'oz stared at Jankowski for a very long moment. Her gaze shifted downward to her hands, fingers splayed and fire igniting, before she closed her eyes and hands simultaneously.

"I will... try," she told them, lifting her eyes to Jankowski's once more. "This is my home now. I will need to act like it."
 
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