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luministi2012-06-11 05:43 pm
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Shield 02 | video
[Today, Kon's standing outside the Talon, a renovated movie theater that currently serves as a coffee shop and hangout for teenagers... in Smallville, Kansas.
Needless to say, he looks kind of speechless as he turns the screen to show the marquee and then the outside of the building before focusing it back on him. He coughs, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before he quietly says:]
I know you guys've said you've started seeing stuff from your worlds... well, you can add me to that list. This place here's the Talon. It's a coffee shop, though I haven't bothered to go inside yet.
I'm kinda afraid it's locked or something. [Not that it'd really be a bother for him, what with his heat vision, but he certainly had to keep up the illusion of a smalltown boy from Earth.] But if it's got food, I'll definitely be taking it down to the safehouse later.
[He stops, opens the door, and blankly stares as a basketball pummels him into the face. Wait, since when did the Talon come equipped with those?] OW! [He rubs his face, even though he was more surprised than hurt by SUDDEN BASKETBALL TO THE FACE.] Where the hell did that come----
[Voices interrupt his cursing. Around the Talon, it's the voices of rambunctious teenagers talking about their after-school plans: writing articles for the school newspaper, figuring out how to get drunk in a dry county, events for this week's church youth group, the best way to tip over the cows in Mr. Stein's yard.... Despite the normalcy of it all, there's one conversation that makes Kon shudder.
They're talking about "meteor freaks," the kids who were powered by kryptonite, the alien rocks that fell from Krypton several years ago in Smallville. Although no one's ever been able to prove that Kon WAS one, they weren't able to disprove it either. They wonder about his origins for a minute, before launching back into their original conversation.
Kon presses his lips.] ... Is it just me, or are there voices in the area too?
Needless to say, he looks kind of speechless as he turns the screen to show the marquee and then the outside of the building before focusing it back on him. He coughs, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before he quietly says:]
I know you guys've said you've started seeing stuff from your worlds... well, you can add me to that list. This place here's the Talon. It's a coffee shop, though I haven't bothered to go inside yet.
I'm kinda afraid it's locked or something. [Not that it'd really be a bother for him, what with his heat vision, but he certainly had to keep up the illusion of a smalltown boy from Earth.] But if it's got food, I'll definitely be taking it down to the safehouse later.
[He stops, opens the door, and blankly stares as a basketball pummels him into the face. Wait, since when did the Talon come equipped with those?] OW! [He rubs his face, even though he was more surprised than hurt by SUDDEN BASKETBALL TO THE FACE.] Where the hell did that come----
[Voices interrupt his cursing. Around the Talon, it's the voices of rambunctious teenagers talking about their after-school plans: writing articles for the school newspaper, figuring out how to get drunk in a dry county, events for this week's church youth group, the best way to tip over the cows in Mr. Stein's yard.... Despite the normalcy of it all, there's one conversation that makes Kon shudder.
They're talking about "meteor freaks," the kids who were powered by kryptonite, the alien rocks that fell from Krypton several years ago in Smallville. Although no one's ever been able to prove that Kon WAS one, they weren't able to disprove it either. They wonder about his origins for a minute, before launching back into their original conversation.
Kon presses his lips.] ... Is it just me, or are there voices in the area too?
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Then you must call me Sophie, Conner. I take it you mean to move the food with magic?
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I'm sorry, but I'm no wizard. I'm... uh, I'm a metahuman? An alien? My powers are all natural.
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By alien, you mean you're...from a different world than your home?
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[He offers her a smile, as well as some coffee that he'd just found.] I was born and raised on Earth, but my dad's from this planet called Krypton, so technically I'm not from my home? It's complicated.
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I see. [she thinks she does, anyway. she accepts the coffee, nodding gratefully] Thank you. Goodness, another person from Earth! How odd.
Can I help you move more of the food?
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Yeah, I could use some help with stuff that isn't in the fridge.
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[she nods. she's brought a basket with her, and she moves to begin retrieving food from the counter] Of course.
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Once he's in front of the fridge, he unplugs it before lifting the entire thing in his hands. Kon's... not breaking a single sweat.] But I'm not surprised that you're from elsewhere. What's your planet called?
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[Sophie can't help looking a bit impressed at that, but she mostly keeps her attention focused on her own task] We just call it "the world," really... [a bit embarrassed] I'd never really thought about it before I came here.
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Really? I guess if you don't travel between planets often, you wouldn't need a name. I don't think Earth even got a name until we realized other planets were out there.
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Her husband's from freaking Wales? Kon's trying so hard to hold back his laughter, but it fails.]
Well, that's because he's from Wales. It's like, one of the most boring places on Earth compared to say, the United States or even Egypt!
[So he elaborates:] I think your husband's from a world like mine, at least, since Wales is another country on Earth.
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[even after she asks the question, her mouth is still hanging open in surprise]
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Unless there's a planet by that name, I'm pretty sure it's on Earth.
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[Speaking of food...] I'll tell you the rest on the way to the safehouse?
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[what a strange standard. but she gasps a bit at the reminder, embarrassed] Oh! Yes, of course. [she piles some more food into the basket, then straightens, hefting it carefully] I'm sure everyone will be glad to have more food.
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[It's failproof logic in Kon's eyes!] I bet. I thought it'd be easier to find stuff but I guess even this place's gotta goof up sometime.
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[she heads for the door, ready to take her load to the safehouse] To be frank, I doubt it's a mistake. This town--or rather, the different people running it--seem to enjoy creating obstacles. I imagine someone wants this situation. [thoughtfully] Or, they want something else that required this to happen as well.
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He carefully follows her out; the fridge is bulky, so it takes him a minute to get it out.] So you think the lack of food's a side-effect of what they really want? I can buy into that.
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I think it must be. Perhaps they're changing something about the way the town is run, and it's preventing food from arriving. But it could be anything, really. For the moment, it's best that we concentrate on ensuring we have the food we need for as long as this lasts.