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Dick Grayson is just wingin it (nightwingingit) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-04-16 15:06:00

Entry tags:

allana solo, kon-el/superboy

Who: Kon, Allana, and Burt! (eventual posting order?)
What: collecting Burt.
Where: The gas station he mentioned
When: after his arrival.
Warnings: TBA bug violence and poisoning though!

Kon didn't know Kurt very well, but new people arriving in the middle of bug invasions had to be taken seriously and dealt with quickly. Like a literal flash he was in the lobby of the complex waiting for Allana. Ever since Clark told him he didn't have to hide from the people in the complex it felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He felt freer then he had in his short life. He could really talk to them, befriend them, and be accepted for who he was. No more 'Conner' Kent. Just Kon-El. It would have been ten times better if Clark would accept that name, but he suspected it was going to take him time to adjust to it. One thing at a time. Babysteps. Other ridiculous expressions like that. Clark had finally started to accept him, and Kon was glad.

Still he worried about it on some levels. This Clark was different then his. He had no idea how he thought about him. What if Clark thought he would one day be a threat because of what he was? He was part Luthor, and not by choice or design. He was just an innocent in it, which sometimes made that worse for them. Like Jericho. A boy from his world who had been in many ways like him. Subjected to a power that he couldn't fully comprehend.

He waited in the lobby for Allana. Realistically he could have gone on ahead and been there and back already but for the time being he was trying to be a team player. He was trying to show Clark that on occasion he could play by the rules set for him. They were doing a tag team scenario, he could respect that. So impatiently he waited until he heard a noise and grinned broadly. Dressed in a black and red superman shirt and pair of jeans he shook his head. "Tfft. Slowest Jedi ever." He teased when he finally saw her come into view.

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sanguinesolo
2011-04-17 04:00 pm UTC (link)

Allana took the stairs down to the lobby two at a time as she tied up her hair into a ponytail and then wound it around into a bun, a pace and combination of movement that would have sent anyone without the Force sprawling down to their likely demise via broken neck. She wondered, sometimes, if it hadn’t been clumsiness that had sent her tripping and stumbling so many times when she’d been without the Force during one of the last bouts of seal confusion but simply the fact that she was always trying to do everything at once, a flurry of limbs that only managed to look properly Jedi-graceful by virtue of Force-assistance and a certain bred-in-bone Hapan archness that infected most of that race’s gestures with unearned beauty. Of course, Allana was only really part Hapan and was definitely half Solo, and so she was racing down to the lobby to give Kon less grounds to make fun of her slowness.

It felt weird to be racing around like this, competing with a friend over some silly squabbling match, thinking up the jibes she would answer his inevitable teasing with. Jen was dead, her mother was under some sort of mind control (she had to be, this couldn’t just be her, Tenel Ka might have made decisions her daughter didn’t agree with before, might have given her up as a child, but she wouldn’t do this, not now, not this way), Alema Rar and some other mysterious figure was targeting her family, and killiks had invaded the city. She felt, with a vague, uncertain sort of guilt, that she should be curled up somewhere brooding or mourning or whatever it was you were supposed to do when everything was crashing down around you and threatening to crush the people you cared about with the debris. It was hard to brood around Kon though (probably, she thought wryly, because the boy has the attention span of a skittle) and, loathe as she would be to ever admit it to him, she was glad they’d become friends when they had.

Allana skidded to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, regulated her breathing easily, and walked into the lobby with an air of studied calm. She arched an eyebrow at Kon’s teasing and raised her hand, making the ‘ok’ sign and then flicking her index forward, as you would to flick someone on the forehead, as she sent out a tiny pulse with the Force to reproduce the effect of that pantomimed forehead-flick from across the room. “Sorry sidekick,” she added with a grin, “us important Jedi types have to take our time, really get ready to crush bugs in the most awesome way possible.” She drew her lightsaber and peered out the doors at what she could see of the street and her face settled into a more serious expression as she scanned the street, not noticing any immediate threats.

“Ready to go get this guy?”

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nightwingingit
2011-04-17 06:46 pm UTC (link)

Kon didn't brood normally. It wasn't his style. That had always been his friend Tim's area of expertise. No way did he want to end up as dark and brooding as a bat. Superman would be unimpressed and he couldn't have that. He looked up to Clark, though he'd never say it out loud. He was constantly looking for his approval. He was really the only one though. Any other authority figure only saw the cocky teenager that Allana had finally graced with her presence. "Yeah yeah sidekick. You know I could have been there and back already? Better be happy I like you and decided to play by the rules. But I only have so much patience, so lets get this show on the road."

The lightsabers were kind of cool. He knew Tim would have been jealous if he was aware just how often Kon got to see one in action these days. He wasn't the worlds biggest star wars fan, so it probably helped him to get along like a normal person around Allana. He didn't fanboy at her, and she didn't at him. It was nice. She was an alien technically speaking and so was he. They had several things in common which also helped. The video games were always more fun when she was around. It was lame playing by himself lately.

He looked forward to being around her. She was pretty with a quick wit he could appreciate. It reminded him a lot of home and made feel comfortable around her. Back home the meta human kids he was friends with were always trading smart assed quips with eachother. He hovered off the ground and landed when she peered outside. He touched down beside her.

"Been ready, half an hour. Get enough beauty sleep?" He teased and nudged the door open with little hesitation, walking confidently out of the complex. Even outside the complex there were bugs. Kon used his heat vision to blast and melt three down in the near distance. "Ew...burnt bug." He waved a hand infront of his nose.

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sanguinesolo
2011-04-18 06:12 pm UTC (link)

Allana snorted derisively at Kon’s boasting, “You know someday you are going to get too cocky for your own good and get yourself into a mess,” she informed him, “and when you do I am going to laugh. Maybe with added pointing.” Kon did have a pretty impressive range of abilities, weird aversion to colored rocks aside, but she’d spent her entire life dealing almost exclusively with people who were considered extraordinary even amongst the upper echelons of both the Jedi and of political society and she’d still seen them get into enough scrapes that she wasn’t inclined to think anyone, except perhaps Han Solo (a remnant of childishness when your grandfather who told the best stories was, of course, invulnerable ), immune to getting in over their heads.

She rolled her eyes as he added floating around for no apparent reason and more teasing about her slowness to his repertoire and followed him out of the complex. “Yes, thank you,” she said archly, “I get quite enough with all the time I don’t spend trapped in some silly earth high school.” In truth she was actually a little jealous of how normal Kon managed to be despite his whole freakish Kryptonian thing. Most parts of earth culture intrigued her, the way teenagers were just expected to be these irresponsible hormone bombs who did unreasonable things and had little to no responsibility. No one in the John Hughes movies she’d watched seemed to be thinking about their future in government and planetary rule, and Jen had been like a one woman irresponsibility liberation army. Kon got to hang out with actual earth teenagers, worry about homework, all those intriguingly mundane things.

…and then, of course, he fried bugs with his eyes in his spare time. “Right,” Allana said as she shook off the banter and looked down the street. There were a few more killiks in the distance and she could feel the sort of skitter-wrong-hissing hive mind tugging at the edges of her awareness but nothing terribly threatening was in the immediate vicinity. “Now’s probably a good time to use that super speed and flying thing, actually. We can probably get back on foot, we’d probably freak this guy out with flying on top of everything else and I don't think we'll have any problem with the killiks with both of us fighting, but we should get there in case his cover isn’t holding, right? Can you take passengers when you do said flying thing?”

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nightwingingit
2011-04-18 08:24 pm UTC (link)

Kon rolled his eyes at her. "I don't get into messes, I clean up. " He added with a smirk and a fist in his hand cockily. That was his entire thing, jab at Allana and be cocky. Despite his alien disposition, he managed to live fairly normally thanks to Clark making him do it. If he hadn't, who knew how Kon would have turned out after finding out he was infact a clone. Not even a real Kryptonian. He had his issues with it sure, but he was a fairly private person when it came down to it. He didn't like to share his problems with the general populous. They weren't general problems.

He had identity issues. Worse then the average teenager. The way he saw it, he had two options for growing up. One was to become Superman, and the other was to become a Luthor. Neither of which he was sure he wanted of his own volition. But they were his destiny and he wasn't sure which he was going to turn out to be. Luthor would be depressing. He tried to avoid thinking about it at all costs. Tim had told him it was his choice, but he wasn't so sure. There were times at the lab in Metropolis where he felt almost like he were forgetting himself being so close to Lex Luthor. Lex had specific control words Kon wasn't aware of. When he used them, Kon became someone completely different. Tim had showed him the video playback from security after the fight. Since then Kon always questioned what his future was going to look like. It left him with an uneasy feeling thinking about it, so he tried not too.

His eyes shifted toward her with a smirk. "Yeah yeah, bragger. " He hated school, it really wasn't his favorite thing to be stuck in a classroom listening to a boring lecture. If he had it his way his feet would never be on the ground. Flying was just so much better. "I can, I can take you and him. As long as you aren't made out of kryptonite. " He shrugged.

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