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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
2008-07-25 12:08 am UTC (link)

“Yes, I imagine it is. He had a hard time with it for a long time, but I think he’s basically okay now. I’m sure it still hurts a lot, though. He has to learn how to cope with these things, though, or he won’t be able to do his duty properly.

“I guess it would have been important to say that he’s the Avatar. In my world, the Avatar is the only person who can bend all four elements, and he- or she depending on the incarnation of the time- keeps balance between all four elements. He’s also the bridge between the world of the living and the Spirit World.

“Four years ago, Aang ended a war that lasted one hundred years. The Fire Nation was trying to take over the world. They destroyed my village, and they tried to destroy the Northern Water Tribe. They lost. The city was big, and the waterbenders were powerful. Aang also joined with the ocean spirit to defeat them.

“A little less than a year later, the Fire Lord and his armies tried to destroy the Earth Kingdom completely to make them lose hope, so they would be easier to conquer. If Aang hadn’t taken away the man’s bending, he would have succeeded because the Earth Kingdom capitol fell to them a few months earlier. Ba Sing Se was supposed to be the only city left that couldn’t be breeched by the Fire Nation. Aang is truly a powerful man, though. Without him the world would be ruled by the Fire Nation.

“Even if Aang doesn’t have the airbenders any more, the rest of the world have become his people, so he isn’t alone. He has friends and we’ve become his family.” Katara looked at Clark when she finished, a light blush tinting her cheeks. She’d been rambling again, and she felt silly.

When she demonstrated her ability, Clark seemed only mildly surprised, but that was all right with her. He may have seen something similar in his own world, or he was simply more accepting of things like this or both. She paled a little when he asked her if she could bend the water inside people, and she looked away from him.

“I can bend anything that has water in it. I can bend the water out of the air if I want. I can make plants seem to move by bending the water in them, or I can pull water from them, but that leaves them dried up and dead. What you asked about is called bloodbending. I can control a body’s movement by bending the water within them. I don’t like to do it, though. I don’t like having that kind of control over another person.” Katara had only done bloodbending a couple of times. Once she had to do it to her teacher to keep the woman from making Aang and her brother kill one another. Another time she had been in a murderous mood, and forced an innocent man who she’d thought guilty to his hands and knees with it. It was her greatest shame.

In an attempt to change the subject she forced a smile over her lips and looked at him. “Do you have any special talents?”

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