Clark Kent / Sυperмαɴ / Kal-El (
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tushanshu_logs2014-03-22 05:06 pm
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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.
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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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So easy. It felt like an arrow straight to his chest and for a moment Kal was at lost, unsure on how he was supposed to react. It took him a second to remember that forgiving him was good, it was what he wanted and what he had been hoping for. He just hadn't been expecting it.
"I-" He gives him a smile, reaching to squeeze his shoulder mid-flight. "You're a good kid, Invincible. I'm glad to call you my friend."
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Forcing his mind from such dark thoughts, he smiled again.
"Hey, same goes to you, Superman."
Mark flew in front of Superman to give him a proper manly hug instead. This definitely qualified for a hug.
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"And here I thought you were maybe too old for hugs."
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"Anyone who says they're too old for hugs is lying." Because let's be real, hugs make everything better. Sure, you could be too huggy, which was a problem in and of itself, but that was different.