Clark Kent / Sυperмαɴ / Kal-El (
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Entry tags:
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
Characters: Superman & you?
Date: From 22/03 for Superman, a week later or so for Clark Kent.
Location: All over the turtle
Situation: Kal's finally decided to step out of prison, start actually getting consequences for his actions. This is something of a catch all for everyone who wants to talk to Superman or Clark after his stay in the prison. Threadstarters tba (if you want one poke me at plurk!
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Warnings/Rating: There might be talk of murder, will edit if needed
[Superman - Flying (low) around the turtle]
He wasn't quite sure what to do.
He had to pay visits, talk to those he'd personally offended, but- then, what? What next? The world hadn't ended, his life had kept on going. He'd killed, maimed, hurt both with his words and with his fists and yet he was still alive. What was he supposed to do, pretend nothing happened? Pretend he wasn't afraid of it happening again? Pretend the memories of it wouldn't hurt him every time he closed his eyes?
This is what he wondered as he flies around the turtle in full costume... deciding he should, at least, let himself be seen. He'd been so comfortable hiding in prison, but that was done. Superman was back, and Mark had been right about something: the longer he hid from others the worse the memories would get. The hardest forgiving him would be.
So he simply flew around, the way he used to do back in Metropolis in his 'patrols'. Having his power back was honestly a relief, after so long without them. If he saw any signs of trouble for both Kedan and Foreigners he'd fly down and try to help- even though there were a lot of heroes who could have easily done his job in this place.
[Clark Kent - Work (Radio) / Grocery shopping around the turtle]
Using his fake leg as Clark Kent was the hardest time. Not because it didn't fit, or do his job properly (it was Jor-El's work, of course it did). But the phantom pains where still there, still present and somehow they got worse the more he spent as Clark Kent. As Superman he could simply hover, stop touching the ground with his bad leg- or maybe it was simply a psychological thing? Maybe he reverted back to human weaknesses when he was being human, as he'd done when he'd had electrical powers.
Still, he had to get back to work. Lois had been overworked for long enough as it was, and even though his father's bots had done a great job acting like he did (again, Jor-El's work) he couldn't stay away from being Clark Kent. It was as much of a part of him as Superman was, and after a week he decided it had been enough waiting to cast away any suspicions about Superman and Clark.
So he could be found in the Radio's office, doing his job... or simply at the markets, getting what looked like enough food to feed a legion. After the time in the bottle and the time in prison, he wanted to make sure Lois was finally eating right.
Date: From 22/03 for Superman, a week later or so for Clark Kent.
Location: All over the turtle
Situation: Kal's finally decided to step out of prison, start actually getting consequences for his actions. This is something of a catch all for everyone who wants to talk to Superman or Clark after his stay in the prison. Threadstarters tba (if you want one poke me at plurk!
Warnings/Rating: There might be talk of murder, will edit if needed
[Superman - Flying (low) around the turtle]
He wasn't quite sure what to do.
He had to pay visits, talk to those he'd personally offended, but- then, what? What next? The world hadn't ended, his life had kept on going. He'd killed, maimed, hurt both with his words and with his fists and yet he was still alive. What was he supposed to do, pretend nothing happened? Pretend he wasn't afraid of it happening again? Pretend the memories of it wouldn't hurt him every time he closed his eyes?
This is what he wondered as he flies around the turtle in full costume... deciding he should, at least, let himself be seen. He'd been so comfortable hiding in prison, but that was done. Superman was back, and Mark had been right about something: the longer he hid from others the worse the memories would get. The hardest forgiving him would be.
So he simply flew around, the way he used to do back in Metropolis in his 'patrols'. Having his power back was honestly a relief, after so long without them. If he saw any signs of trouble for both Kedan and Foreigners he'd fly down and try to help- even though there were a lot of heroes who could have easily done his job in this place.
[Clark Kent - Work (Radio) / Grocery shopping around the turtle]
Using his fake leg as Clark Kent was the hardest time. Not because it didn't fit, or do his job properly (it was Jor-El's work, of course it did). But the phantom pains where still there, still present and somehow they got worse the more he spent as Clark Kent. As Superman he could simply hover, stop touching the ground with his bad leg- or maybe it was simply a psychological thing? Maybe he reverted back to human weaknesses when he was being human, as he'd done when he'd had electrical powers.
Still, he had to get back to work. Lois had been overworked for long enough as it was, and even though his father's bots had done a great job acting like he did (again, Jor-El's work) he couldn't stay away from being Clark Kent. It was as much of a part of him as Superman was, and after a week he decided it had been enough waiting to cast away any suspicions about Superman and Clark.
So he could be found in the Radio's office, doing his job... or simply at the markets, getting what looked like enough food to feed a legion. After the time in the bottle and the time in prison, he wanted to make sure Lois was finally eating right.
[Closed] Arthur Curry
Well.
She had been very explicit, and apparently had a very vivid imagination Kal hadn't been aware of. He guessed he shouldn't be surprised, considering she had earned a certain red ring. The point was he knew they didn't exactly... blame him, but that didn't mean he didn't have to apologize. Or let them yell at him, or just stare at him in confusion because what the heck was he doing in there.
Sadly Arthur was right there, so any possibility of just flying away and actually think this through later had just left.
"So I... finally took your advice?" He said, landing in front of the man.
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He's heading out when Kal lands in front of him, dressed for fishing and carrying his net and pole despite his current one-handedness. Arthur isn't going to let his injury keep him from providing for his family - they largely survive off the sea, even here, and Arthur sees no reason to purchase their food.
He just quirks one blond eyebrow at the hesitant comment. "It's about time. Did you realize you weren't going to let go of your guilt in there, or did Evandau kick you out?"
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"The first one, but I think Evandau was about to not-so-calmly tell me the prison was not my personal hotel. Arthur, I-" And then he glances at the pole for entirely different reasons. Will he get angry if he apologizes? "I wanted to talk to you, all of you. Say I'm sorry."
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As much as the thought of him near his family again sets that instinctive part of him on edge, he tamps it down to face this level-headedly. Or as level-headedly as possible. Ultimately, it's their choice if they do or do not want to see Kal and hear his apology. "Mera has already told you what will happen if you lay a finger on Kaldur'ahm? Friendly or no."
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Having the confirmation straight from a friend's mouth, a man he'd become closer during their time on the turtle... still hurts. But it's not like he can blame him, blame any of them.
"I will not touch him. Maybe it's better I talk to Mera first, then?"
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[Closed] Jor-El
He usually was, in his own words, a bit of a manchild... but he also handled his own problems on his own, with little help from others. Even Lois had to push the right buttons sometimes, if she wanted to get straight answers from the man who liked to play Atlas and bear the entire weight of the world in his shoulders. There was a reason he had a Fortress of Solitude. He didn't know if that came because of his Kryptonian genes, his upbringing, or all of the above but he knew for sure he wasn't one to go running to someone for help.
But that apparently changed when Jor-El was involved, and the Kryptonian found the man in the bright colorful suit knocking on his door. At least he didn't have to hide to go visit his father, he could do it in all his Superman get up.
Re: [Closed] Jor-El
Kal-El.
Within the next instant he's set down what he's been working at and is at the door, opening it with much more conscious care than he would ordinarily give it to prevent it from being ripped from the frame entirely.
His eyes are warm with brightness and a smile- still small, as his usually were- is readily predrnt as he sets a hand on Kal-El's shoulder in greeting.
Kal-El has finally ended the prison sentence that was of his own making.
"Kal."
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He knows he might be invading the man's personal space but he finds it hard to care about that, right now. "Hello, Father."
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"When did you decide to leave?"
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Or maybe everything people said to him finally went through his thick Kryptonian skull.
"I had to visit Lois first, and... someone I made a promise to. But I came to you as fast as I could."
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Because an awkward "meeting" between Jor-El and Clark Kent was well overdue.
The regular change and variation in the availability of produce due to season and location was something that hadn't been a concern on Krypton, and between that, the chaos present in the markets themselves, and the fact it was not an activity he took care of on Krypton meant that shopping for groceries was still largely a novel experience for him.
Sometimes, though, there were reminders that as interesting as the occasionally outright chaotic nature of any of the given marketplaces were, it was something that could easily get out of hand.
Such as today.
Whether it had been jarred or the weight of its load had proven to be too much of a stress he does not know (it was something he was curious about, on a basic intellectual level, but questioning it out loud wouldn't achieve anything except remind him of when he was young enough that he would've done so anyways to the exasperation of others) but it doesn't change the fact that there's a large heavily loaded stand of produce starting to collapse on one side a short distance away.
At the very least, doing nothing will inconvenience him more than making some kind of attempt.
In the next instant he's grabbing the edge that was closest, the legs having finally snapped the very moment before. A few of the topmost pieces of fruit have fallen, but better than the majority. It's nothing that will actually be an impediment later on.
He moves a set of nearby crates underneath until he is satisfied they will uphold the collapsed end's weight before stepping away, looking around and very accidentally meeting Kal-El's eyes.
Or to be more correct, those of Clark Kent.
It makes it significantly more difficult to return to his original task.
Aw yus
Apparently something like that wasn't needed anymore, not with other Kryptonians around. Clark can't help a little smile when he sees the man has noticed him, coming closer as he watches the man secure the stand with the crates.
"You just avoided a big catastrophe, sir. Do you need any help?"
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Jor-El hadn't expected Kal-El to approach closer, or to speak to him. In retrospect, it was something that he would have found difficult to resist himself, even more so when he was younger.
"I don't, thank you. As for avoiding a catastrophe, it would not have been a very large one."
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And then Clark tilted his head, as if trying to find why the face was familiar in some corner of his memory. Such a good actor. "You're Superman's father, aren't you sir? I have seen you on the network before."
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"You're correct. Unless I am mistaken, you're the reporter who does the radio broadcasts. I've spoken to your wife a few times due to her association with my son. She's mentioned you're frequently busy with what your work requires."
All technically true.
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[Closed] Zatanna
(Or about plenty of other things- everyone had had their own problems inside the bottle, everyone had had their issues. Face things about themselves they didn't know.)
Others, however, had simply wanted to check on him and give Kal a helping hand. And among them there had been a girl who he somehow found himself gravitating towards since they ended on the turtle- he'd gotten along with the Zatanna back in their world, but it was... different with the Zatanna in the turtle. Probably because of the different ages, he could hardly play a parental role with someone who was around his age.
Kal was thinking about all the differences, both between the Zatannas and with his relationship with them when he knocked on the girl's window.
And yes, he was holding an apple pie with his other hand.
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"Not that I'm complaining, but I'm pretty sure my birthday isn't for another two months." A warm smile greeted the older superhero, as she stepped back to welcome him inside. As with Jack or Korra, there would be nothing to stop him from passing through the Ward. He wouldn't even register its presence. "Finally let yourself out of jail, I see."
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"I did, today. I thought you'd like getting the news in person, along with a nice slice of pie or two."
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Already, she was leading him across the room and to the stairs. The kitchen, where she wondered if she had any vanilla ice cream or something to go with the pie.
"Congratulations. That's probably the best news I've heard all month."
It wasn't an exaggeration.
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"Really? I was hoping something news-worthy had happened since your last visit in prison." He set the pie on the table, waiting for Zatanna to bring him something to slice the pie with. "I'm sorry it took so long, for me to get out I mean. I feel like I just made the matter worse, but I was so sure I was doing the right thing at the moment."
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wow 'clone' not 'son' up there, wish fulfillment much self?
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Mark flew up beside Superman slowly so he knew he was coming (because frankly, he forgot about the superhearing thing), and gave him his best smile.
"Did Evandau finally kick you out?"
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"No, but I'm sure he would eventually have. I decide it was time to take a very smart young man's advice and stop making things more difficult for myself."
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But seriously, he's glad to see Superman out and about again. He'd done his best to keep him from being alone with his thoughts, but he could only go and visit for so long each day. After the third attempt to goad him out, he finally gave up and just talked about what was going on over the networks and interesting things he had seen that day... with subtle suggestions that today should be the day to give up this stupid stupid idea and rejoin everyone else. Maybe it wasn't that subtle, Mark was never sure. He tried to be subtle?
Either way, Superman was finally out. And he said he was right. Awww yeah.
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Which brought him to the second point. Even during all those visits, even after all Invincible had told him and all he'd tried to do to make him step out from that cell there was something Kal had never told him.
His smile melted from his face to adopt a more serious tone.
"Invincible... I'm sorry. For what I did to you."
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The apology makes the smile falls from his face entirely. Why was Superman apologizing? How many times has he told him already that he doesn't blame him for what happened? That he knew it wasn't him?
And then it hits him. It wasn't that Superman wasn't listening to him, it was that he needed to say it. For himself. It was a logic Mark couldn't argue with.
"I forgive you, Superman."
He only hoped that would give him a little bit of peace.
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