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At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
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a marvel/dc roleplay
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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 Nov 14, 2012 19:44:34 GMT -5
The search for Superman hadn't been going very well. And being as impatient and naive as Superboy was definitely didn't help. Looking around or waiting for Superman to show up was just boring. It was frustrating. And Superboy possibly had less patience than anyone on earth and was always angry. He simply had too much to worry about to be happy. For starters he's an abomination that should never of been made. He was worrying about how Superman would react to having a young sixteen year old clone. He had a million things to worry about and none of them were petty in his mind. He had been searching, in his mind, forever for the man of steel. So much so that he'd even get bored and try to learn to fly at times instead. He even. He had even recently tried to spell out 'Superman' with street lights, but apparently that was frowned upon according to certain people.
So he had spent the entire day cleaning up the streets of Metropolis and doing what he could. He had asked himself what Superman would do and since he had absolutely no real idea he decided to catch a derailed train and put it back on the tracks and perform various heroics all around Metropolis. People had even been talking though he made it clear that he wasn't Superman to anyone whom would listen. Now he stood outside the Hall of Justice. The sanctuary of heroes. The tourist trap, though of course it was a bit later now and no one was around. It was even getting a bit dark, but Superboy didn't mind in fact he really hadn't notice. He couldn't help but think about everything he didn't understand in this new world and the problems he was facing. He felt so alone. Scared even. But he was remaining stoic. He didn't understand the alone or scared feelings. So instead he channeled it into his anger. And so he stood there staring up at the Hall of Justice with his tattered faded jeans held up by a belt and his tattered black shirt with the red house of El symbol on it and his combat boots neatly tied and what not. The symbol was covered as a part of his shirt had ripped and fallen over it. None of his clothes were meant to be ripped or tattered, it had happened with everything he had been doing that day.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 13:43:41 GMT -5
The more things change, the more they stay the same. That's how the saying goes right? Clark was starting to think differently, first the worlds merge, then theres all these heroes and villains everywhere, and someone kept trying to get his attention by doing his job for him, just not as neatly as he would do it. He had been following the trail of bedcrumbs left in the wake of the 'heroes' attempt. The end result was always the right one, but the road leading up to it didn't always go as planned. Plenty of collateral damage here and there but nothing too dire or threatening to the public so at least Clark didn't have to clean up their mess. Still it did not excuse the fact that whoever this was still could have hurt someone.
He got a call that someone was hanging around The Hall of Justice. Which normally was a regular thing but it was after closing hours there. Only time anyone was there after hours was when it was League related, which it was not since he was usually aware of anything League related, or someone was up to no good. So he flew towards the Hall of Justice, as he got closer he could see a young man standing in front of the statues staring up at them, particularly the one of him. He came floating down behind the young man slowly.
"Good evening, you wouldn't happen to be trying to get my attention would you? Cause if you are then you've got it." he said in a friendlyish tone.
He wasn't sure why but something about this young man was making him feel off balance somehow. This rarely happens so the fact that this boy was giving him that feeling made him feel uneasy.
[[OOC: I'm sorry that it's so short, my muse is running on fumes]]
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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 Nov 28, 2012 15:43:12 GMT -5
(OOC: No problem, we all have our moments of low muse)
Superboy didn't have the problem so many heroes and villains were having recently. That is adjusting to the merged worlds. He had known nothing other than the merged worlds as he was created after it merged. That might have made him the first ever hero from neither world but this one. Of course, Superboy himself might have been possibly having more problems than any of the other heroes despite their predicament. He was clone. He was an abomination. He was dealing with an identity crisis and self-loathing as well as adjusting to life for the first time. Not to mention the search for Superman that was more time consuming than Superboy would have thought.
Luckily that search was finally over. He heard a voice behind him and he turned to face the one and only man of steel: Superman himself. He stared up at the man who was taller than he was. He looked him up and down before staring him in the eyes. He didn't understand that examining someone and staring them straight in the eyes like he was doing could creep some people out. Then again, he really didn't understand anything about this world and social behavior. He didn't even know what to say back to the man who had greeted him. It was awkward for him and so many questions and emotions flurried up inside of him as he stared at his genetic template. The man he himself was modeled after.He felt envy. Superman was the real thing, while he was just a clone. Clark had all of his powers, Superboy didn't. He felt so many emotions and he didn't understand a single one of them, but he tried to stay as calm as possible. In fact, on the outside, Superboy could've been a statue as he stood stalwart and stoic, not even blinking as he tried to think of something to say.
"I am the Superboy," Superboy said in an awkwardly stoic fashion as he lifted the torn part of his shirt to reveal the red kryptonian symbol that Superman himself wore. Though of course, Superboy's was plastered on a black shirt, one that most people could buy. But his was given by Cadmus Labs. As well as the rest of his clothing. He didn't know what else to say. He had waited and searched for so long for Superman, yet he hadn't given much thought as to what he would do or what he would say or even what would happen. He just . . . knew that Superman needed to know he existed and that perhaps . . . he didn't know.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2013 2:07:23 GMT -5
"I am the Superboy."
Superman looked down at the Superboy with as much confusion as Clark gets with girls. Was this young man another Kryptonian that survived the planets destruction? He couldn't be, he was too young, he wouldn't of even been born when Krypton was destroyed. The red S on his shirt just made the whole situation more confusing.
"I don't think I follow, where are you from Superboy? Are you another survivor of Krypton? If so how did you manage to stay so young?"
These were just some of the questions on Superman's mind right now. He didn't know who or what this boy was but if he was a Kryptonian then he'd want to help him. This was too wierd ever for him, it's not everyday that he meets another Kryptonian, but so far they had all been his age or older and have always ended up being an enemy or a threat to the Earth. This young man appeared to be neither his age or older, or a threat, he even wore the same crest on his chest. That crest was the symbol for the House of El, so were they related somehow?
The boy was staring him dead in the eye, Superman stared right back into his. There was something about his eyes that seemed..familiar..yet eery at the same time. He continued staring into them and the longer he stared the more it seemed he was slowly figuring it out. But even then his suspicions made little sense, he just stared at him.
"You're..."
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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 16, 2013 11:07:40 GMT -5
Superman looked back at him with the same look of confusion that he himself often had. Though he tended to remain stoic even when he was confused. He couldn't blame Superman for being confused. Superboy would have been confused as well if he was Superman. He listened to Superman's confusion and statement. Krypton . . . he didn't have much implanted information on the planet other than that's where Kryptonians were from and that it had exploded. "I'm not from Krypton," Superboy answered still looking in his eyes hoping Superman could figure out what he was. He didn't feel like having to use the word clone. He found it degrading. He hated it.
Superman's sentence ended after that word though it seemed to drag on silently. 'my clone'. It felt like he would've said that. So when Superman wasn't finishing his sentence, Superboy did. "You're clone." His eyes left Superman for a moment as his stoic expression formed a small frown, though he looked back a moment later with his stoic, deadpan expression. "Cognitional Neuroplastic Replicant, CNR, Project Kr."
Superboy was far from proud of being a clone, though he was overconfident because he was Superman's clone. He hated being a clone. He hadn't not understanding his own emotions. He looked into Superman's eyes. This was it. The moment he had been waiting for. Ever since he escaped Cadmus he had done nothing but tirelessly search for Superman. His genetic template. Ever since his creation he had heard of nothing but his legacy as the Hero of Metropolis. The hero among the heroes. His namesake. He had a feeling that was nervousness mixed with anxiety and some other emotions, though of course Superboy had no idea what they were. What he was feeling. And that made him confused as he stood there staring at the man he wanted to be like. His hero. His namesake.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2013 18:55:41 GMT -5
(just a small request but could you start color coding your dialogue please?)
His clone, so his suspicion was accurate, this boy was a genetically created and engineered mini him. Well, genetically speaking he was, but he was no Clark Kent by any means, he didn't get the luxery or priveledge to be raised by Ma and Pa. Still Superman did not know how to process this, or what to think of him as now.
"Project Kr? What kind of project are you? Who made you? Why were you created in the first place? And if you are supposed to be my clone then why do you only look like you're sixteen?"
This was frustrating, this boy was supposed to be some test tube version of him created in a lab. The very thought of it was a bit disgusting, but on the other side of that coin he was a living being, forced into existance against his will, he didn't choose this, he didn't get any choice in the matter. So how could Clark pass judgement on this boy for something other people chose for him? He couldn't, he knew this, but he couldn't bring himself to just openly accept the Superboy with open arms. Still, a teenage kryptonian was dangerous.
"What powers have you developed since your birth Superboy?"
He would engage in some conversation with this boy but he kept the space between them. The way Clark was acting towards him was familiar because it's how Bruce was with people. Clark was feeling uneasy about the sudden existance of another kryptonian, so far any he had met were bad and a threat. But they were pure blooded home grown kryptonians, not a science project.
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Post by Conner "Superboy" Kent on Mar 12, 2013 3:01:53 GMT -5
Superboy frowned. All of the questions. He felt like he was being bombarded. He had spent his entire life after escaping Camus searching for Superman just for Superman to bombard him with questions? Superboy already felt he wasn't being accepted by the man of steel. "Kr. It's the symbol they've given to kryptonite." He answered a bit flatly. He was displeased. He was confuse. He was angry. He was impatient. He was teenager. Scratch that a cloned human kryptonian hybrid teenager who couldn't understand his own emotions, others emotions or almost anything else that went on around him.
"Cadmus created me as a means to replace you." He said admittingly though it was clear on his face he was disgusted by that. Angry about it. He didn't feel like he should lie to Superman. He didn't understand why he would have to. He was going to be open about his origins. Superman, above anyone other than Superboy himself, deserved to know. But Superboy also wasn't going to pretend like he knew all of the answers. "I appear sixteen because I escaped before they could finish. If they had finished I'd look exactly like you, I'd have all of your powers already and we wouldn't be talking right now. I escaped before they could program me with a hatred towards you and a desire to usurp you. When their telepathic mind control over me broke I broke free and found out some of what they were up to."
It was clear from the way Superboy was saying everything that he was angry by it. Disgusted by it. Who were they to play God? What gave them the right? He wasn't a weapon. He was living person. It was also clear that he wasn't very comfortable talking about it. But he felt Superman had the right to know as much as he did. Then came the big questions. The powers. He was dreading talking about his powers. Mainly because he was terrified of what he might find out. But he had also came looking for Superman for guidance. That included wanting his help figuring out why he had not developed all of his powers. "I've developed super speed, super stamina, super strength, super breathe, freeze breathe, super hearing, invulnerability and I can jump over most buildings." He rattled off what some might consider to be a very impressive arsenal of powers. Most people would have been happy with super strength or super speed. But not Superboy. He felt he had been cut a raw deal he hadn't even made. He wanted to know where his flight, heat vision, infrared vision, telescopic vision and the other truck load of visions that the kryptonians were blessed with under a yellow sun.
To be honest, he felt discouraged because of his lack of kryptonian powers. He felt like he was a cheap knock off of the real thing. His namesake, Superman. He felt insecure. Angry. It wasn't fair. Not only had Cadmus and Lex Luthor teamed up to play God together and create a kryptonian-human hybrid of Superman, but they had also done a half-assed job at doing so. Of course, Superboy had no idea he was a kryptonian-human hybrid. Or that Lex Luthor was his human donor. Or that Lex Luthor had anything to do with his creation. He had absolutely no idea that he was the genetic test tube love child of Lex Luthor and Clark Kent.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2013 3:31:55 GMT -5
He listened closely to everything the young clone said, Cadmus was responsible for his creation, not very surprising given their track record. The reason for his creation wasn't much of a stretch either, and the rest of what he was saying added up as well. He could pick up on the boys anger through his words, there was no veil, no hiding it. He looked down at the clone with an expression that expressed concern but dismay at the same time.
"Alright, you've told me why you were made and what you were intended to do. Now tell me what it is you want to do. Look inside your heart and ask yourself, what do I want to do?"
He stood there and waited for the boy to come up with an answer, if he even could think of one. In truth though Clark wanted to leave, he felt really weird being here talking to his clone. It was like looking through a time traveling mirror and looking down at a younger him, which is what he basically was. It was creepy...
He waited, he listened, but he could not think of what to really tell this boy. So he made up the first excuse he could think of before flying off on his clone.
"I am going to look into Cadmus and figure out who had you created, in the meantime try to stay out of trouble and if you need anything find Batman and tell him I sent you."
[Exit Superman, but only after you finish speaking to him]
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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 Apr 14, 2013 9:50:17 GMT -5
The question Superman asked him had been one he had been pondering ever since he escaped Cadmus. HE didn't entirely know what he wanted to do. He had made finding Superman his top priority above that question. He had hoped Superman could provide some sort of guidance. Show him the right path. He didn't want to be told what to do, but a point in the right direction would have been appreciated. However, there was only one thing in the world he was sure of at this point. Only one thing he knew he wanted. Everything else was a mystery to him. "I want to be a hero."
What? he just met him. They had only been there for no more than ten minutes by this point. Now he was just going to leave? Just like that? What about the guidance? What about all the stories of the great hero of Metropolis, Superman? Superboy understood that Cadmus was a high priority. In fact, he was quite angry at them. He wanted, possibly more than anyone else did, to find out what Superman was going to go and look into. But couldn't it wait? And stay out of trouble? What was that supposed to mean? What did he think he was going to do? Superboy could feel his anger rising. He hated being told what to do. He had spent the first sixteen weeks of his life as a science project and mind controlled puppet. It was only natural that he didn't like being told what to do. Find Batman? How was he Batman's responsibility? How?!?! He wasn't Batman's clone. He was Superman's. He felt like screaming at the man as he left but he couldn't think any words that could express how angry he felt. His entire life since escaping Cadmus had been devoted to finding Superman. Now he was just leaving. He felt swarmed with different feelings. He felt let down. Abandoned. Angry. Furious even. And a million other things. Possibly the worst part was that he didn't understand his own emotions. The things he was feeling. He couldn't identify any of them. And that just made him more angry.
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