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nightlogs2023-10-05 09:31 pm
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Who: Clark and Open
What: Clark's Intro
Where: North Pole
When: (Early October)
Warnings/Notes: None yet, will update as needed.
ARRIVAL
It's cold. Clark usually doesn't get cold. Not this much, anyways. The last time he'd felt anything comparable was that freeze ray Intergang had been toting around.
This, however, is worse. At least then he could break himself out of it. Here? There's snow as far as he can see and his sweater isn't much protection. To top it all off he feels much weaker than he should. As weak as he was at Cadmus.
At least there's no attacking robots. Outside, anyways. Who knows what's waiting for him in the building ahead?
Inside
Yeti, apparently. Yeti were inside. Jimmy would freak. Clark was freaking. It's not every day you found yourself in Santa's Workshop. Or get wrapped in a warm blanket and get served hot stew by mythical creatures.
The stew wasn't Ma's, but it was pretty good. Especially after being stuck outside. And as long as he was eating he could put off the inevitable panic about being stuck in an alternate universe with no idea of how to get home.
What: Clark's Intro
Where: North Pole
When: (Early October)
Warnings/Notes: None yet, will update as needed.
ARRIVAL
It's cold. Clark usually doesn't get cold. Not this much, anyways. The last time he'd felt anything comparable was that freeze ray Intergang had been toting around.
This, however, is worse. At least then he could break himself out of it. Here? There's snow as far as he can see and his sweater isn't much protection. To top it all off he feels much weaker than he should. As weak as he was at Cadmus.
At least there's no attacking robots. Outside, anyways. Who knows what's waiting for him in the building ahead?
Inside
Yeti, apparently. Yeti were inside. Jimmy would freak. Clark was freaking. It's not every day you found yourself in Santa's Workshop. Or get wrapped in a warm blanket and get served hot stew by mythical creatures.
The stew wasn't Ma's, but it was pretty good. Especially after being stuck outside. And as long as he was eating he could put off the inevitable panic about being stuck in an alternate universe with no idea of how to get home.
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He takes a breath. For all Clark thought he'd been made to be a weapon, it was just guesswork. It was one thing to think you were made to be a weapon. It was another thing entirely to know for sure.
"I'm sorry. That's a horrible thing to do to a person. And you are one, whatever Luthor thinks he made you to be."
It sounds like Conner already knows that, but it can't hurt to be reiterated.
"I might have to thank him, though. He went about it in literally the worst way possible, but I did get a new family member out of it."
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Not always. There are things he overlooks. Things he does that hurt by accident.
Kon's expression softens.
"If you, uh, happen to have some goofy clone kid show up at some point back home, be sure to tell him that, too. When he needs it."
There. That's explained. He doesn't really want to linger on it.
"And I can tell you whatever you need to know, too."