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Tweak says, "Winter is coming"

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
2008-07-29 07:44 pm UTC (link)

Katara wondered why Clark and this girl he claimed to want more than anything couldn’t be together. “Maybe she’s just confused?” She offered. “Before Aang and I got together, I knew he liked me, I just wasn’t sure what I wanted, but in the end we were together.” The waterbender simply assumed it was something like that, and put her words out there for consideration. Another part of her wondered if maybe Clark had abilities the rest of people in his world lacked, and if that was why they couldn’t be together. Of course, that was silly to her. Aang lacked powers she would never know, yet they were together happily.

“Thank you. I’ll help you however I can, and once I actually discover a plan, I’ll let you know.” So far, though, he seemed to be right. This place was locked up really tight, and there was no discernable escape route that could be found. Maybe she was simply looking in all the wrong places.

Katara immediately thought of Aang, and how he had felt after the fall of Ba Sing Se. He had felt like he’d wronged the world twice by allowing all of this devastation, even while it hadn’t really been his fault. The first time had been when he’d frozen himself in ice for one hundred years, the second when he was killed in the underground city after unlocking his Avatar state. A shiver ran through her at the power of the memory. She was so glad she hadn’t used the water from the Spirit Oasis on Zuko, so she still had it to bring Aang back to life. “I can only imagine the burden it must be, but after the war, my world was mostly peaceful once more. During the war, though, Aang felt terrible about his inability to fully help the people who needed him most. He knew he had to help them, and he couldn’t really rest until he did.”

The waterbender thought a moment. “I’ve never been in school, but I’ve seen that happen far too often. Once Aang went to a Fire Nation school in disguise, and one of the people there didn’t appreciate his creativity, so he tried his hardest to make Aang miserable. It was terrible. I don’t understand why anyone would purposely seek another’s unhappiness.”

Katara captured her lower lip with her teeth. “I guess no one really knows how they’ll react when put under stress like that. It all depends on the person and the circumstances, I guess.”

She enjoyed listening to him discuss the life he’d had on his father’s farm. Just because it was simple life without the action of bending and saving the world, didn’t mean it wasn’t interesting to her. Her life in the South Pole had been simple, with daily routines and chores that filled her days. Life there had been enjoyable, and Katara often missed it. “You really seem to enjoy life on a farm, and I saw how good you were with these horses.” The waterbender said, patting the side of the mare’s neck on which she rode. “I bet you have a good connection with animals, a calming presence or something. You should raise some of your own if you get the chance.”

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