ext_228546 ([identity profile] ihavettk.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2009-12-11 02:51 pm

Intro type thing

"Agh, what the sprock?" Flash bang. One minute, he and Superman were getting ready to head back from the 30th century so that Kon could finally rejoin his friends and family after being dead of all things, and now he's... somewhere? He flies up to get a better view. Hawaii, apparently. Though it doesn't look like it did last time he was here. And Kal's nowhere in sight.

"How long was I dead?" he wonders aloud, looking around. "Uh, Superman?" He isn't quite shouting. But even a quick look around with a combination of x-ray and telescopic vision shows no bright red cape. "Kal? HELLO? ANYBODY?"

This is definitely Earth. Definitely Hawaii.

He isn't quite sure what to do now. So he starts flying towards Metropolis. Maybe Kal's there. Or someone at least.

[identity profile] max-friendship.livejournal.com 2009-12-14 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
There is someone up here.

Someone who is a four-foot-long purple bat thing. With four wings. And a cabled sweater. (Not illustrated.)

Someone who is curious about the new face.

"Bat?"

[identity profile] max-friendship.livejournal.com 2009-12-14 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
DDD:

"Crobat bat!"

That was not very nice!

Get confusion ray in retaliation! >:(

Re: ...I don't know anything about pokemon. I am guessing. And flipping a coin, I guess?

[identity profile] max-friendship.livejournal.com 2009-12-14 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sounds about right!]

This thing is not nice at all! Crobat does not want to stick around! It is going to swoop down toward an old farmstead.

In Smallville.

[identity profile] max-friendship.livejournal.com 2009-12-14 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
OH GOD OH GOD IT'S BEING FOLLOWED

OH GOD WHAT DOES IT DO

It flutters worriedly, then swoops down to the porch, taking shelter behind a very small Japanese woman (http://community.livejournal.com/shatterverse/276427.html?mode=reply).

[identity profile] 95-tan.livejournal.com 2009-12-14 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eh? Oh dear... ano... Excuse me, sir..."

The giant bat is already swooshing around her and away from the scary guy.

"I do not believe I've seen you around here before?"

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[identity profile] emoreaper.livejournal.com 2009-12-16 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Oh look. Skater boi in a black hoodie flying along beside him. On a... skate board?

The silver katana strapped to his back is only icing, really.

Rickie nods absently to the other flying teen. "Hey."

[identity profile] emoreaper.livejournal.com 2009-12-16 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks." Rickie tilts it up, to display the nifty skeletal horse painted on the bottom. "Don't find many people up here."

[identity profile] emoreaper.livejournal.com 2009-12-16 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Rickie sighs, perhaps a little sadly. "Didn't have anyone like that here. Got some like that now, but, not a lot."

"Sorry Conner. This isn't your Earth."

[identity profile] emoreaper.livejournal.com 2009-12-16 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
The emo kid pulls out his Blackberry, and scrolls through it. "Also called Kon-el, and Conner Kent, right?"

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alwaysroomforhope: (cheerful and cute)

[personal profile] alwaysroomforhope 2009-12-27 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
Stephanie is in Metropolis!

It is not the Spoiler Kon might have met; this one is close to twenty by now (she's not sure exactly) and dressed in clearly civilian clothes (even though her sweater is eggplant). But then that isn't necessarily unexpected, given that Kon's been dead for some time.

What marks her out as unusual today is that she's sitting perched quite comfortably on a gargoyle some two hundred feet in the air, swinging her legs and eating a Twinkie. It is quite possible that only a Bat could even find a gargoyle in Metropolis.
alwaysroomforhope: (omg GLEEE!!!)

[personal profile] alwaysroomforhope 2009-12-28 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
Steph falls off the gargoyle.




Being a Bat, she catches it and manages to haul herself back up, face kind of pink. Sure, she's way older than she was and she's totally a grownup and all, but holy shit it's Superboy. She used to have a poster of him over her bed.

"... yes," she decides to answer. "I mean, no. I mean - wait - didn't Tim say you were dead?"
alwaysroomforhope: (angelic and innocent NO RLY.)

[personal profile] alwaysroomforhope 2009-12-28 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Steph blinks at him. She hasn't used her secret identity in three years. She'd kind of forgotten.

Wait, what if Superboy doesn't know Tim's name?

"Uh, just a guy I used to know." She shrugs innocently.

Get a grip on yourself, woman.

"Sorry. You just totally startled me. Seriously, I didn't expect to see anyone up here, except maybe Nightwing, or the other Batman. Usually it's quiet, you know. Peaceful. I totally didn't mean to fall off. And -- uh, am I babbling?"
alwaysroomforhope: (no u!)

[personal profile] alwaysroomforhope 2009-12-29 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh! You're new! Right." Steph is used to this. New people, giving the story. (Even if it's not usually to Superboy.)

"Okay. I'm Steph. You're Superboy, obviously - uh, Kon. Tim told me that once. This world is - actually, we just call it 'the world' most of the time. But it's totally not our home world, and it's all been blown up, and -- okay, uh, let me think. Did you find the farm? In Smallville? With the cruise ship out the back, and the hospital and -- duh, of course you would, you would have lived there..."

Steph is quite good at talking. Apparently Kon isn't required to contribute. She perches on the gargoyle, blinking at the young man hanging in mid-air, grinning a little. 'Cause. Superboy.

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