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PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 7 2018, 08:47 PM
The breakup fight was truly epic. She in her pig tails, bringing up a laundry list of oddities about him seemingly in a random chronology as he kept looking confused before stating when 'that' happened as if there were a statute of limitations on such things. His heart was breaking, she was driving home the point, and when she left she appeared to look empowered for having reduced such a big, strong man to a state of silent distress. Kon-El watched it all from a hundred feet up, his head tilted and feeling for the guy. He was no expert, but he hadn't been able to work out what the actual reason for the break up had been. From the way the guy stared into the night, neither could he. Kon-El descended, finding the long period of inertness concerning, only to accidentally break the man from his focus. He had a big bag of food, apparently having just spent quite a bit of money on a dinner for two, in his hands. He looked at Superman, then at the bag, then in the direction the woman had gone.
"Here, man. I'm not hungry anymore."
The guy pushed the bag into Kon-El's hands and shuffled away, hands deep in his pockets and his head down. A surreal experience for the clone of Superman to say the least, and for a moment he had to work on whether or not he was glad he couldn't begin to fathom what the man was feeling. Then he regarded the food...
Minutes later, he was on a roof top ledge with his legs swinging over a big neon sign written in Cantonese eating the food he'd been given. The shrimp fried rice had been his favorite and was gone already, the lo mien was proving a challenge however. He had all the knowledge necessary to eat with chop sticks. Why? He had no idea. But he definitely knew the theory behind the practice. It was taking him time to turn it into a real skill, however, and noodles were less cooperative than sticky rice. The fascinating little neighborhood below bustled on its way toward a late evening, delivery people hustling in and out of the various businesses to ensure their customers need not travel any further than their own front doors.
Which got Kon-El thinking about where he wanted to plant the crystal seed Jor-El had given him. He knew it wasn't going to be the South Pole, as amusing a mirroring act as that would be. He was instinctively inclined to find some island somewhere, near the equator. Like Madagascar, though obviously that was a wee bit on the populated side. He would need to look into a library, see if he could find a list of islands that were uninhabited, unprotected, and unclaimed by geo-political entities. Failing that, he would have to go back to the drawing board. He'd taken some time to do so, but he'd finally realized Superman had chosen the Arctic for the fact that nobody could legitimately claim a mass of frozen water. If he couldn't find something unclaimed, he'd either have to go to the Arctic himself or try to work out permission from a government... which wasn't impossible. Just not ideal.
Or find some pirate gold and buy an island for himself. He could name it after one of the islands of Krypton. "Someplace with a Volcano, I think. I can make a hot springs, build a bath around it, never get to use it because my job is to save the world." He even sounded amused at the thought spoken aloud.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 12 2018, 12:05 PM
stand by me.
China was a place where he didn't have been noticed all the time. It was very nice. The people were always more subtle, sweeter, and polite. It was different here. From the smells coming restaurants to the signs of the coming Chinese new year. He could see housewives donning customs of a clean house. Trying hard to remove as much old dirt as possible. He doubted the homes needed to be bathed with such vigor for luck in a city where there was simply none to found. He pushed aside his dark hair as he walked through the streets of Chinatown to his favorite place for dishes that were flavor and unique spins on actual Chinese food.
Stepping inside, Dick was sure to be beyond to polite. He made sure to bow to the waitress and speak to her in her native tongue in greeting. Along with a shameless flirt that left her cheeks rosy. The elder woman with grey streaks in her black hair gave him a small hit on the arm, which caused Richard to play into the moment in time. He took a step back and rubbed his strong arms before rubbing it as it stung. The old women simply laughed before handing him a menu and offering him to sit where ever he liked.
Dick made sure to look around with room with careful precision to find his place He sat and ate before slipping out. Upon leaving he waved to the older woman from the street. He noticed the shape on the roof an noticed it was human. Not likely he hurried to the small safe area he created and became Nightwing. There was just something strange about the whole thing In ten minutes, he was on the roof and creeping up to him. "What are you doing up here?"
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 13 2018, 06:11 PM
He was finally getting the hang of the chopsticks, making the amount of noodles he desired travel from the container to his mouth with some modicum of competency on a regular basis. So he went ahead and rewarmed the contents of said container with a brief blast of his unfocused heat vision. He shook a tiny flame from the end of one of the chopsticks and set back to eating when he heard the arrival of another. It wasn't hard, they were moving and he was Kryptonian, though he had to admire their efforts to minimize the amount of noise that movement produced. It was about as quiet as friction could be. He was starting to wonder if the individual was attempting to sneak up on him when he was asked a question, making it more of a general stealth than something he should perceive as an implied threat.
"Eating Chinese food, enjoying the ambiance, the view... they should consider putting a table for two up here. A little awning, some flooring facade, spruce up the roof access door a bit for effect. Charge a service fee for it, don't advertise it's existance, and you've got a commodity with built in exclusivity..." He paused for a moment, wondering just why they'd decided to put business sense in his head, before shaking it off. "What are you doing up here?" He hadn't surprised a sneak thief, the guy's heart rate didn't reflect any sort of shock. The question was authoritative but he'd heard everyone in the restaurant speak, and his voice didn't belong to the owner/operators. It didn't even have the same accent. Kon-El continued to sit with his back to the guy, eating his food and dangling his feet off the side of the building two stories above the surface street.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 17 2018, 08:19 PM
stand by me.
Oh great, another wannabe. The type of person who was crazy, they thought they could be superheroes. It was a good thing that Nightwing didn't know Kara was in town, at this point in time. She knew hearing about such a crazed person would piss her off. That crest meant a lot and he would agree with her, you have born or have to earn that crest in the eyes of the house of El to wear it. Dick knew he was not worthy of that honor and there was no he would ever be. Yet, this man that wore the crest without a thought to who it may effect was someone that pissed him off a like.
"Yeah, a nice cozy place for a snipper to hide or was that the plan along," Nightwing asked as he walked closer to he the man that may be enough of a lunatic to think that he was Clark Kent. Lunatics didn't scare him. Becoming one of them did. "Now why don't you be normal and go sit at a table downstairs to eat and go home. Gotham City is too dangerous for someone that doesn't know what they are doing to play hero."
Nightwing didn't have to answer for his motives. When the people saw him, he was a sign of hope, soaring through the night skies trying to keep them safe. This man was a danger to himself and others as it stood now. "It's time to pack it up and go home before fall of the roof and break your neck.""
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