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Dick Grayson is just wingin it (nightwingingit) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-07-11 01:35:00

Entry tags:

allana solo, kon-el/superboy

Who: Kon and Allana
What:Kryptonite hunt
When: tonight
Where: the complex, then the city
Warnings: tba!

Kon didn't feel that he needed help, but Allana seemed insistent. Bella didn't have the Kryptonite, but that didn't mean he was going to stop looking. Clark was right. If something like this ever did happen again, someone needed to be able to take them out. Someone needed to stop them before they leveled the city, or worse. He didn't know the limits to his powers. He knew many of them were duplicates of Clarks, but he also had some that his Clark didn't have. Tactile Telekinesis for one. That was all Superboy as far as he was aware. Which only complicated matters. Should the Tactile telekinesis decide that sleep spell was a threat that needed to be blocked, then what was the option? If one of Loki's tricks registered that way, how much longer before they all did? How many people would he hurt or kill that he cared about if it failed.

Kryptonite was the only alternative. Kon would sooner die then hurt anyone he cared for. There were several people in the city that he loved. Clark included. He loved him like a father, or family should even if he didn't express it often, or well. This was his way of trying. Clark couldn't go near Kryptonite without immediately feeling the effects. Kon couldn't either. The way he justified it was that there were two of them for a reason. Clark shouldn't have to endure more pain then he already had. Kon felt was expendable just being a piece of Clark's DNA, and a liability. When others were possessed or altered, they still regained their humanity after the fact. Kon didn't feel so lucky. He didn't know how to explain it, or he might have tried with words, but it felt like a part of him was just missing. A piece of what made him who he was disappeared. How many more mind altering monsters would it take before he became the weapon he was originally designed to be?

It was what set him and Clark apart. Kon was created by scientists for destruction. Clark was something real. A constant reminder of what he could never be. It needed to be him that found the Kryptonite. Clark couldn't die. If it was in Kon's power to ensure that it wouldn't happen, he would do what it took. Including kryptonite hunting.

Standing in the lobby waiting for Allana, felt like an eternity to someone with super speed. His arms folded stiffly he waited.

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sanguinesolo
2011-07-11 08:05 pm UTC (link)

Allana took the stairs two at a time on her way down, afraid that by the time she got to the lobby Kon would already be gone, too impatient with her “slow” pace to wait any longer. She rounded a corner a little too sharply and almost banged into a wall in her haste, and winced slightly. Calm down, she lectured herself, you’re not going to be any use scrambling like this. The healing trance her father had thrown her into earlier in the day had cured the broken bones, and she’d so far managed to put the sensation of being ripped out of the Force out of her mind. It had helped that it had happened while she was under Famine’s influence and too preoccupied with the desperate need for autonomy to really process what was happening to her. By the time she could, or could really feel pain from the broken bones, it hadn’t been long until her father had come back for her and thrown her straight into the trance. When she’d woken up it had all been like a nightmare, easy to forget, to push away…especially with the way Kon was acting taking up her attention.

She slowed as she rounded the corner into the lobby, and gave Kon what she hoped was a good enough facsimile of the cocky grin she would usually wear in this situation even as her chest tightened slightly with worry at the way he was sitting, stiffly with his arms folded. She knew her boyfriend well enough to recognize the almost militant posture as just one more thing that was slightly off, even aside from the major red flag of him wanting to potentially kill himself hunting for kryptonite. She’d started the journey down to the lobby anxious and fully intending to give him a hug the moment she saw him, but the way he was sitting there, perfectly content to be about to go sacrifice himself for no good reason, drove the impulse out of her mind.

The impulse that replaced it involved a swift kick to the shins, and probably some yelling, but she wasn’t confident enough of where she stood with him after their Famine-inspired breakup to actually try that one out. Instead she stopped in front of him and crossed her own arms, raising her eyebrows slightly. “So, kryptonite hunting?” she said, plainly still not pleased with the idea.

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nightwingingit
2011-07-11 09:27 pm UTC (link)

Had she known him when he was first rescued from Cadmus labs it would have nearly been like a copy of that Kon. That Kon had no personality, he didn't know how to feel. He only understood anger and disappointment brought on by Lex Luthor. This Kon however didn't even have that to show. His face was very nearly expressionless and void of the cocky grin that might have met hers a few weeks past. On a normal day all he could think about was spending time with Allana. He looked forward to spending every minute with her. Half the time it was the reason he still woke up in the morning in Apocalyptic Kansas.

The ironic thing was, before the Horsemen happened Kon had very nearly moved past being Clark's clone. He was almost happy to be infact. After Clark had accepted him it was like ten pounds of weight had lifted off his shoulders, and now he was fifteen steps back. Or so it seemed. After Clark had accepted him, many of his issues had stopped. Now they were back at 75%. He was referring to himself as expendable again and replaceable. Generally in the zone of not making a lot of sense. It was like his mind was stuck on a loading screen and he didn't know where to go. There was only one thing he could focus on. Kryptonite.

'Yeah." He said almost robotically at the red head and focused on her for a minute. It was as if he was trying to remember where they stood, trying to register what had happened and getting nowhere fast. "I can do it on my own.." He emphasized again for good measure. Hoping maybe she would realize he didn't want to inconvenience her.

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