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Tweak says, "You put your right foot in!"

poeticmisery (poeticmisery) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-20 14:06:00

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clark kent, complete, day 8, katara

Restlessness
Who? Clark Kent & Katara
Where? The Dude Ranch
When? Day 8
What? TBD
Rating? TBD
Status: Closed

Rest was surprisingly easy to come by inside of the fortress of solitude. After a bit of exploring Clark found a bed, filled with a material that he couldn't quite place. The fibers of it felt out of this world, and yet it was comfortable, almost like sleeping in a sensory deprivation chamber. For once the crickets and the noise of the farm wasn't there to prickle at his mind as he was trying to sleep, there were no restless sheep that he could hear all the way inside of the barn, or the light snoring sound of his father or restless breathing of his mother. There was just peace, and quiet...

And yet that in itself was lonely, and though he drifted off rather quickly in that bed which felt more comfortable than he'd felt a bed before, he would have traded it to sleep back at home again. When he woke, he got a better look at the thing, the shimmering sheet over it, and had to wonder if the bed itself was there in the Fortress of Solitude, or if it was something else created by the planet to make him feel better.

Wandering about the icy cave in his boxers, clark discovered a nook which held a set of worn looking jeans and blue and red t-shirts, the type he commonly wore at home. There was even flannel in there. This, he knew for a fact, wasn't the type of thing that would be present in Jor-El's stronghold. Then again, it wasn't as if he could really go around naked. Despite the fact that his body was well muscled he imagined that the other denizens here would more than likely object to it, and he certainly would be embarassed.

"Kal-El..." came the disembodied voice of Jor-El, and caused Clark to sigh lightly midway through putting on a brightly colored red shirt. "Upon... thinking..." the computer said, as if it meant more 'calculating', but thought better of it, "over the situation for the evening, my Son, I've come to realize that this could possibly be a training ground for you... perhaps you should consider this as an experiment, to show others your true heritage..."

"My true heritage was being born on Earth, Jor-El..." Clark replied testily, not used to having to deal with this sort of things so early in the morning. "And call me Clark, if you really care about me that much. You said yourself, you have no idea who's listening in on our conversation..."

"Kal-El-"

"Clark!" Clark snapped back. "They said I can change this place whenever I want, that means you as well, Jor-El." the youth growled and walked up to the main control panel. Not that he had any idea where Jor-El really was in this place, but it seemed as good enough a place as any to storm up to.

"Clark..." the voice of Jor-El replied, though it showed a clear distaste at the sound of it. "My son, I only meant to suggest that here you could potentially show these people who you REALLY are..."

"I really am Clark Kent, and that's the end of it..." Clark said as he stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind him.

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Glaring a little at the open hallway that seemed like any other resort would be on Earth, Clark began to make his way around the resort. He avoided others, though he may have been seen, until he finally came towards what looked like a barn. In fact it was a little ranch. Not as well up kept as his farm, but it was enough to make him feel a pang of home sickness as he walked up to the animals, looking at them chewing their food.

One of the horses in the stable lightly reared at his touch, but soon calmed down as he stroked it under it's chin, reaching into one of the nearby pails to grab a small treat for it, watching as it happily munched on it. It's teeth looked in perfect condition, and Clark for a moment was reminded of the fact that there was no guaranteeing that any of this was actually real. For all he knew he was hooked up to some machine somewhere, attached to his brain, or this was some trick by a Meteor freak who could read his mind.

"Did you get kidnapped here too, girl?" he asked the horse, not really expecting a reply. "Or are you just like my room, something that I want to see?"

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poeticmisery
2008-07-23 12:07 am UTC (link)

Clark blinked and tried not to stare to much at Katara's explanation of her world. It seemed rather simple, if there were only four tribes of people. He wondered for a moment if she could understand at all that on his planet there were literally billions of people, so many that it was almost like the grains of sand on a beach. But then she mentioned that most of the people here were from earth, which made Clark wonder if in a way she wasn't from Earth herself. If they didn't call it Earth, or her Earth was more primitive than the Earth that he knew, it was possible. But when he started to think about it that much it reminded him too much of the comic books he'd read as a kid and made his head spin.

And then she said it.

Clark paused, and ever so slightly paled as she mentioned someone from another world. Could it possibly be another Kryptonian? Could it be someone like him? Then again, Jor-El was a kryptonian too, and he was about as oppressive as it got. If there was another kryptonian here, they might be more interested in forcing Clark to embrace his heritage rather than being a friend. Then again they could simple be from another world entirely... it was... possible. "Like... an alien?" he said slowly, hoping that Katara would volunteer some more information about him. "Where was he from?"

As she turned towards the horse he nodded a little and smiled. "Uh, well, she might be a little faster than a yak, so you should be careful..." he said, nodding as she asked if he could help her with the saddle. He'd had plenty of experience dealing with horses, and it wasn't like he had anything to fear from a stern kicking from one, so he took the saddle from her under one arm, his biceps flexing slightly as he held it.

"The important thing is to let them see what you're doing so you don't spook them. Try to keep a hand on her side at all times so she knows where you're at..." he said, touching the horse lightly and then sliding the saddle onto her back, then slowly leaning underneath, perhaps giving Katara an unintentional view of his posterior in his jeans as he fastened the saddle underneath the horse, then grabbed the bridle and a light bit, putting it over the horse, and holding it so that Katara could get on without the horse rearing, though it seemed as gentle as a lamb.

"See, nothin to it. Now just put your right foot in the stirrup there and swing on over her lightly..."

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