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calling_logs2016-11-15 08:01 pm
alkhimia2i) wrote in calling_logs2016-11-15 08:01 pm
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A meet-up and an open!
Who: Ana Amari + Clark Kent, or possibly anyone!
What: Ana's first venture into the City of Tomorrow, and meeting up with a young would-be hero.
When: Mid-November? Nowish.
Where: City of Tomorrow--a diner near the McAran building, or out among the city.
Notes & Warnings: None so far
[A: For Clark Kent]
It takes a while to find the courage to press that button. The letters TRANSPORT stare back at Ana in the dim light of her room. She's decked out from head to foot in a large brown coat with blue accents, though the weapons and the armor are left behind for another day. She shouldn't need something like that for this trip. The only precaution that she does indulge in is the black bird-like visor that covers her face. If there's any possibility of running into her old friends... She's not prepared for that just yet.
But meeting a young man--a stranger? That feels like an easier step, to face someone without any burden of guilt or shame attached. To do something as normal as meeting in a diner, when she's barely spoken more than ten words to any given person in the last two years. She takes a breath in, breathes out again slowly, and presses the button.
Suddenly she's in a city that she's never seen before, though there's a familiar air about it. It feels a bit like Numbani--the futuristic hub of her own world--with it's advanced technology and modern architecture. There are people out on the street, but they don't seem to pay her too much mind. Maybe it's not so strange for someone to materialize out of thin air. It's not exactly unheard of, but she's never used that particular technology herself before.
Ana finds the diner without too much trouble, close to the place that the young man had said it would be. Rather than enter the diner, she lingers outside, keeping her one good eye on the lookout for the young man who might be looking for her as well.
[B: For anyone]
Once their meeting concludes, Ana finds herself wandering the City of Tomorrow. The option to leave is always at hand, but having made the trip to this strange new place, she might as well make the most of it. The visor is back on, obscuring her face from any curious passerbys as she investigates the City. Despite her anonymity, she takes care to remain a courteous pedestrian, though any reaction to someone approaching on her right side is bound to be delayed. It wouldn't be entirely her fault if she happened to bump into someone on a busy street.
What: Ana's first venture into the City of Tomorrow, and meeting up with a young would-be hero.
When: Mid-November? Nowish.
Where: City of Tomorrow--a diner near the McAran building, or out among the city.
Notes & Warnings: None so far
[A: For Clark Kent]
It takes a while to find the courage to press that button. The letters TRANSPORT stare back at Ana in the dim light of her room. She's decked out from head to foot in a large brown coat with blue accents, though the weapons and the armor are left behind for another day. She shouldn't need something like that for this trip. The only precaution that she does indulge in is the black bird-like visor that covers her face. If there's any possibility of running into her old friends... She's not prepared for that just yet.
But meeting a young man--a stranger? That feels like an easier step, to face someone without any burden of guilt or shame attached. To do something as normal as meeting in a diner, when she's barely spoken more than ten words to any given person in the last two years. She takes a breath in, breathes out again slowly, and presses the button.
Suddenly she's in a city that she's never seen before, though there's a familiar air about it. It feels a bit like Numbani--the futuristic hub of her own world--with it's advanced technology and modern architecture. There are people out on the street, but they don't seem to pay her too much mind. Maybe it's not so strange for someone to materialize out of thin air. It's not exactly unheard of, but she's never used that particular technology herself before.
Ana finds the diner without too much trouble, close to the place that the young man had said it would be. Rather than enter the diner, she lingers outside, keeping her one good eye on the lookout for the young man who might be looking for her as well.
[B: For anyone]
Once their meeting concludes, Ana finds herself wandering the City of Tomorrow. The option to leave is always at hand, but having made the trip to this strange new place, she might as well make the most of it. The visor is back on, obscuring her face from any curious passerbys as she investigates the City. Despite her anonymity, she takes care to remain a courteous pedestrian, though any reaction to someone approaching on her right side is bound to be delayed. It wouldn't be entirely her fault if she happened to bump into someone on a busy street.
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"It's... less that they're not appreciated so much as I don't know what to do with them." He breathes in and out and runs a hand through his hair, ruffling it even worse.
"I'm a kid from a farm in Kansas who can send a man flying sixty feet with a flick of my finger. Who can fly with a thought. Who can---" he shakes his head with a sigh, "who can take a shotgun to the face and still be talking to you. And I was going to be a veterinarian because I guess I thought..." he breathes in and out, "like I said, I guess I thought it was safe. Good I could do without... cheating and using all these things that make me different from other people. But..."
He shrugs.
"It seems like running away from it too. And running away from who and what you are seems like a bad life choice, you know?"
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The last bit hits a little closer to home, if only because she recognizes how close it is to what she's doing. Running away from who and what you are... But she's an old woman. She's already made her life choices, and this is about him. Not her.
"When you put it like that, how could I disagree?" She laughs a little, mostly to herself, before turning a little more serious. "You should never be ashamed of who or what you are. It's not cheating to be different. Truthfully, it's our differences that might prove to be the most useful, when we're called to help and protect others."
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"I'm not... ashamed," he says after a moment as he decides on the waffles. He breathes in and looks her in the eye. "I'm not ashamed of what I am and what I can do. I'm not ashamed of anything other than the mistakes that I've made. But I've... I've wanted to be fair."
He quirks his lips to one side thoughtfully.
"And it was only recently that I realized that well, being fair isn't always how the world gets to be more fair. And that most of the people who have... power aren't interested in making it more fair for those who don't."
His head tilts as he glances at her.
"Does that make sense?"
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Ana smiles ruefully at him and the conclusion that he's reached. That song and dance is rather familiar. She used to fight against people like that--powerful tyrants, terrorists, evil men with enough power in their hands to make a grab for more. People who would rather resort to fear than diplomacy to get what they wanted.
"There are some people in the world who will only listen to force. They won't care about playing fair, so long as they get what they want. And so, it falls to us to fight them with whatever means we have. If that means not playing fair, well... That's fine, so long as you don't sink to their level."
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"No, I don't-" he breathes out slowly as he tries to figure out how to say what he means. "I think what I need to figure out is what's fair for me, you know?"
His lips quirk to either side.
"I know it doesn't make sense to try and make myself something I'm not. But there's lines people decide they won't cross. And... I think it's pretty important to figure those out too."
He glances at the menu and considers whether he wants to call the waitress over before frowning and looking back.
"Sorry if I'm kind of talking out loud. I've just never had anyone to talk to about this. Not this frankly, anyway."