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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Combat Training (Black Canary)
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Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Feb 14, 2013 17:12:48 GMT -5
Superboy was feeling quite grouchy. Who wouldn't though? He had so many reasons to be. For one he was a clone. Two he hadn't developed all of his kryptonian powers and he didn't understand why. Three Superman had been avoiding him ever since he had arrived. Taking every opportunity he could muster to get out of saying a word to the boy. Four he didn't understand his own emotions, much less everybody else's. Five, he wanted to be trained by Superman who could help him with his kryptonian powers as well as teach him how to control them which he was having quite a bit of trouble with being he ripped almost every door he tried to open off of it's hinges. But instead he was stuck with someone else, albeit he had no idea who yet, all because Superman wasn't man enough to step up to the plate and treat him the way he was supposed to be treated. Six, he didn't even have a name! Seven he had so much pent up anger and rage that he felt he could probably destroy the entire Hall of Justice in a split second. Eight he was itching beyond belief to go back out and rip the Superman statue limp from limp and then punch the statue of Superman's face with his statue fist. Not to mention the other things boiling inside of him.
He found himself standing in the middle of the Hall of Justice waiting for whoever was supposed to help him in combat training to arrive already. He wanted to get through with this so he could go back to the apartment sit on the couch and stare at the wall some more which had been practically the only thing he had been doing other than fighting crime. It was annoying. He had been nothing but bored, confused and angry since . . . well, since he escaped Cadmus. He thought Superman would help him. That he would accept him with open arms. That he would teach him about his powers and treat him like a son or something. After all, he was his genetic clone. He was made from his DNA. Sure he didn't come out of someone, he was made in a lab, but still. He didn't completely know what to expect of Superman before he had met him, but it certainly wasn't this. He had heard nothing except the legend of his life. His legacy and how he was the worlds savior and a hero among heroes and blah blah blah. But for Superboy, the man of steel didn't live up to all the hype. Not one bit. Superboy stood with his arms crossed and his usually stoic expression with his small displease, frown and his kryptonian blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly as they studied the room around him. He wore his signature black t-shirt that ended around his biceps and was tucked into his dark blue jeans and black belt. He wore a pair of black combat boots and there was the red s shield that so many other kryptonian super heroes sported which was sported on his chest. His shirt was a bit skin tight but comfortable. Nothing like the silly costumes that the other heroes wore. For christ sake. Some of them actually wore what looked to be speedo's on the outside of skin tight leotards or something. Not that he actually knew what a speedo or leotard were. But that changed what it looked like just as much as standing in a garage would have made him a car.
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Post by Dinah "Black Canary" Lance on Feb 24, 2013 21:06:27 GMT -5
DINAH LANCE BLACK CANARY Dinah Lance had left it all not too long ago. She left her home town, her friends, the League after taking up the mantle of leader. Her parents were gone and she had no children thus there was no solid attachment to Gotham. Nothing could keep the Canary from taking flight with Oliver Queen and heading to Seattle. She thought the world had something new to offer but she found herself falling in the same routine of crime fighting though in a new setting. Her new world was shattered when he discovered Oliver in a lip lock with Dinah's assistant which ultimately ended their courtship.
It took a while but she eventually found her way back to Gotham, to those who actually cared enough to not hurt her. Dinah had a heart of gold but fool her twice, shame on you. She hadn't a clue where Green Arrow was at present but she knew that she could care less. She had since seen Clark Kent upon her return to the east coast and with that came the startling revelation in that he had been cloned. Not that he had reproduced with some woman but that scientists used his cells and created a spitting image of Clark in teenage years and let him loose in the world.
Dinah had been informed of his powers, the kryptonian race was blessed with things far above what human were packaged with. She had also been told of his temper and lack of skills when it came to grappling. A person could rely on their strength for so long before they come into contact with a person who knew how to play that weakness like a fiddle. Who better than the world class fighter Black Canary? Friend of Superman and former head of the Justice League of America.
She had been trained by Wild Cat and various other supreme fighters throughout her life. She had fought against powerful foes and managed to come out on top. A fight wasn't about power, it was about strategy; about reading the opponent. And that was what she was here to teach Connor. Dinah entered the room in her classic attire from the black bomber jacket to black fishnets. Her black unitard covered what was needed but left little to nothing to the imagination. She kept the domino mask off of her face, she didn't need to disguise herself today. Her blue eyes landed on the clone the moment the doors slid back and allowed her entrance into the training room.
"Hey there. You must be Superboy. I'm Black Canary but you can call me Dinah," She said confidently as she stopped at the center of the room, her gloved hands placed themselves upon her hips. "You know why you're here, right?"
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Is that all I am? Am I really Just a . . . a clone?
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Feb 25, 2013 17:39:21 GMT -5
Supeboy could hear Black Canary coming. It was one of the perks of being Kryptonian. Super hearing. When the door opened and she came in, Superboy didn’t look at her just yet. He was still surveying the room. Nevertheless, he looked at her when she started talking. He had steely blue eyes that seemed to be taking everything in. Analyzing. He wanted to know why Superman chose her and why he wouldn’t train him himself. Unlike Black Canary’s extensive list of teachers and accomplishments, Superboy didn’t have many of either. In fact the closest he had ever had to someone train him was when Powergirl helped him with his super hearing problem a while back. As for accomplishments he didn’t have many of those as well. He had fought alongside Wonder Woman, Raven, Sinestro and the Hulk to save New York City a few days ago but that was pretty much it. Well, he also helped fight the Hulk when the Hulk changed his attention to the three of them. He had even managed to take him on one on one for awhile.
But to Superboy, those things weren’t even worth mentioning. He felt he hadn’t accomplished anything. Even with the good he had done. Compared to everything Superman had and would do it was nothing. How could he ever live up to that namesake? How could he ever match all the good Superman had done? With Superboy it was more than it was with other heroes. It was even more than with other kryptonians. Superboy was Superman’s clone. He wasn’t another hero who felt they could never be as great as Superman. Or another kryptonian who felt over-shadowed by him. No . . . He was Superman’s clone. He was Superman in a way. He had to live up to him because Superman was him.
Superboy was just a teenage version of Superman. Albeit their personalities were quite different. But who could blame that? Personalities weren’t hereditary. Superman had been raised and sheltered on a nice little farm in Kansas by loving parents and was taught how to act, behave and learned how to understand his feelings. Superboy didn’t have nice adoptive parents who cared about him and raised him and taught him. He wasn’t raised and sheltered on a nice little farm in a nice small town in Kansas. No. He was created in a test tube by Cadmus to be used as their weapon. He wasn’t taught how to act or behave or about feelings. He might of had Superman’s DNA, but they were far from the same person.
Superboy didn’t answer Black Canary’s question. It would be clear from the start that he wasn’t much of a talker. He only talked when he felt he had to or if he felt that a question actually needed words to be answered. But Superboy’s eyes and body language said that he knew perfectly why he was there. Because Superman wouldn’t train him and was avoiding him so he was having one of his Justice League friends come and do what he should have been doing in the first place. It wasn’t like Superman couldn’t take an hour or two off. There was Supergirl and her dog and Powergirl and not to mention Krypto. There were plenty of kryptonian hands to go around and pick up the slack for an hour or two so Superman could teach him. But he wasn’t. So he was here to learn combat training from Black Canary. Superboy turned towards her. His facial expression hadn’t changed and his arms were still crossed. He wasn’t trying to be disrespectful, though he would not of known if he was. It could have come off that way. He didn’t see why the question needed to be asked or answered though. It was clear he knew why he was there. Otherwise he would not of been there to begin with.
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Post by Dinah "Black Canary" Lance on Apr 19, 2013 11:49:26 GMT -5
It was a surprise to come back to the east coast and discover her pal had a 'kid', a clone. Even when he turned around, still staring, Dinah had to take a moment to really see the kid. She had made Clark show off those photo albums way back when, and maybe Dinah had decided to look at them one more time before she came in. It was startling the resemblance but he was a clone. He was like Clark though that crease in his brow looked as if the clone was always frustrated or angry. Black Canary understood, Kent had hardly made an appearance from what she heard since the Clone appeared. She heard rumor there were more supers around though. Dinah did hope they helped the teenager in front of her, being alone in an ocean could be terrifying. But then again she couldn't shoot heat vision out of her eyes.
"Not much of a talker, huh? That's alright. You don't need to talk while you fight, it's bad technique." She spoke cooly as she walked in further and past superboy, she gave him a smile and a light shoulder shrug as she passed him.
She removed her gloves and sat them down on the bench next to the wall. She wasn't sure how well he was going to fair and she also wasn't aware how'd she do as a teacher to him. She was human and had the regular strength whereas he was Kryptonian based and that super strength was very much there. She'd teach him technique, to think on his feet. Black Canary was the leader of the Justice League for a while due to the type of person and hero she was. Her mind was built in strategy, she held determination like no other, and her looks often caused her underestimation by her opponents. She was arguably one of the best fighters in the world.
"So," She started as she turned back around and started to walk forward. "First we'll start with introductions to everything. When a friend or ally says hello, you do the same. It's just polite, manners even." She spoke gently. "Now try to attack me." She said. It was off putting a bit if one didn't know who she was, a little blonde asking for a pinch or two. She planned on showing him to not rely wholly on his strength or what he thought he knew. It was all technique and watching the opponent, wait for them to move. Especially with a handicap such as fighting Superman's Clone.
(So sorry it took so long, won't happen again<3)
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Apr 19, 2013 15:13:19 GMT -5
Superboy listened to what she was saying. Superman wouldn’t have trusted him with an incompetent teacher. Or well . . . Superboy didn’t think he would have. In all honesty everything he had thought about the man of steel and what he would do had been wrong. Albeit, Superboy wasn’t too keen in having Black Canary as his teacher. He didn’t see the point in needing technique when he could punch any bad guy he came across into orbit if he wanted to. With his powers he always had the upper-hand. Or so he thought. He just hadn’t fought anyone who had the skills to take him down. Someone like Black Canary.
To be honest he was bitter that Superman wasn’t the one teaching him. He was having trouble controlling his powers and he hadn’t even developed plenty of his other kryptonian abilities. And he was scared that he wasn’t going to develop the others. What if they hadn’t perfected the cloning process? What if because he didn’t stay in stasis until he was full grown he wouldn’t develop those other powers? Of course he would never admit that he was scared. Perhaps he would say ‘worried’ if he ever got close enough to someone that he’d talk to them about it.
This was how it was going to be? Him attacking a smaller human? What if he landed a blow and broke her neck or face or sent her flying to the other side of the planet? He looked at her with an arched eyebrow. “If you say so,” Superboy responded doubtful. He assumed she had some kind of way to stop him. Though he had thought that she would be teaching him before a sparring match of sorts. Maybe she’d do both at once. Superboy launched an attack at her as went in with a quick jab from each hand directed at her jaw. He purposely lowered his super strength the best he could so that he wouldn’t accidentally punch her through the wall at the other end of the room.
(It's cool.)
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