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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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k_waterbender
2008-07-24 09:43 pm UTC (link)

Katara figured he didn’t know Max by the lack of expression on his features. That was too bad. It would have been nice to know that Clark at least had someone with him with whom he could know and automatically connect because they’d already had a bond. Then again, he might not want anyone else to suffer through being held prisoner on this rock the way she didn’t want anyone she knew and loved to go through this.

When he asked the question, Katara thought about this a moment, but she couldn’t come up with a definite answer. “I don’t really know how he knew because he didn’t tell me how. Maybe alien babies comprehend more and remember more than human babies?” She couldn’t remember anything before she was about three years old, and she’d never met anyone else that could. “Oh! Maybe it just depends on what age he considers to still be a baby. He could have been a toddler, and figured that was pretty much the same as a baby.”

It was sort of strange being on the horse’s back. Buffalo-yaks were wider and a lot fluffier so they could survive better in the frozen tundra of the North Pole. This mare was smaller boned, and her light brown fur, flecked with white patches was extremely short, giving the impression of suede when petting the pelt.

When Clark opened the gate, Katara gently urged the horse forward. Riding a horse was quite simplistic, far more so that she’d first imagined it would be. She waited patiently for him to saddle another mare to prepare her for riding. This man was very well built, and she wondered what kind of work he’d done in his home. Perhaps he dealt with horses all the time, as he seemed skilled in dealing with them.

The two mares started out at a slow trot, to which Katara was accustomed as buffalo-yaks had a very similar way of walking, though they had a heavier gait due to their heavier builds.

How many times had she explained her world to people? She was beginning to lose count, but she wasn’t irritated about having to explain it. After all, they explained their worlds to her, too, and it was always quite interesting.

“My world consists of four nations. There’s the Earth Kingdom and the Fire Nation which are on their own continents. Though the Water Tribe is one nation, there are three different ones. There’s the Northern Water Tribe in the North Pole, the Foggy Swamp Tribe in the Earth Kingdom, and the Southern Water Tribe in the South Pole where I’m from. There’s also the Air Nomads which have four different Air Temples in the North, South, East, and West.

“In each Nation certain people are able to bend the element of their heritage. I was the only waterbender in the South Pole for about fourteen years, but there were a lot in the North Pole and the Foggy Swamp. The Fire Nation has firebenders, the Earth Kingdom has earthbenders, and the Air Nomads had airbenders. The last airbender in my world is Aang, but he told me that everyone among the Air Nomads could airbend, but in the other nations only some people can bend.” Katara suddenly realized that Clark probably wouldn’t have any idea what bending even was, and a light blush tinted her cheeks.

“Sorry. Bending is controlling the element to do what you want. I can fight and heal with mine, and I’ve seen other people create architecture with theirs. I could probably do that, too, with ice if I wanted. Here, let me show you.” The waterbender released the reins of the horse and gripped the mare’s sides with her thighs. She then proceeded to remove the stopper on the water skin she carried with her all the time. With a wave of her arm, a stream of water began to exit the water skin to float into the air wherever she led it. Silver-blue eyes moved to Clark, and Katara smiled. “See?”

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