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[Well, hello there. There’s a friendly face smiling at the network, nervously pushing his glasses up. He doesn’t seem to have any kind of trouble with the computers, but it’s obvious by the way he’s looking speaking to crowds (and he seems to consider whoever might be looking a ‘crowd’) isn’t really his thing.

Or that’s what he wants to make you believe, anyway. Clark Kent had always been the go to personality in case of kidnapping. He isn’t stupid enough to show where is he exactly living, but you get to see enough of his room to guess he’s in the water sector if you care enough to notice that kind of things. Seeing how calm and easy going the guy seems it shouldn’t come as a surprise.]

Um, hello. [A little friendly wave and a tilt of his head.] I’m not really sure if we’re supposed to-ah, introduce ourselves? I was told everything would be alright and everybody I’ve seen has been rather welcoming so far so I though… [He trails off, shrugging.] Call it farm-boy routine I guess.

Anyway, I’m Clark. Clark Kent. It’s a pleasure.

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Twenty-five days, nine hours, eighteen minutes. I could count the yoctoseconds if you'd like.

[A little bit of Batman humour for you there, Clark. He drifts around the suite as he talks. Mostly making sure there's nothing that's going to be a danger to Clark. No hidden Kryptonite in lead-lined lamp fixtures, that sort of thing.]

In regards to people who are from or appear to be from our universes, we have Tim, Damian, Kon - as you've no doubt noticed - and Stephanie Brown. I--

[He falters. That's rare for Bruce, and it usually only means one of a very small pool of things. Even so, his voice is perfectly even when he continues.]

I think Jason might be here, but I haven't confirmed it yet. Whoever it is is good at covering their tracks. There are approximately fifty individuals that have been brought to Tu Vishan by the same means you and I experienced. At a [educated] guess, about forty percent are identifiable as metas, and the majority of the remainder have openly professed to being in war or conflict of some nature.

[Infodump time. Gird thyself, Clark.]

The population is roughly between forty-five and fifty thousand native kedan, Keeliai is directly in the centre of the turtle's back, and about the same size as Gotham's downtown core. The elemental philosophy behind the sectors corresponds exactly to the Wu Xing. The turtle itself is about twelve thousand square kilometers. 'Tu Vishan' is a giant turtle that apparently used to be part of a landmass of similar creatures. None of the buildings here are older than seven hundred years. Yellow sun, as you've observed.

[He points skyward, for emphasis.]

There is a loud, vocal minority among the kedan that seem to think that we shouldn't be here, or that our presence is somehow in vain. I've spoken with the Emperor, and by her admission we've been summoned here to do what I believe to essentially be her dirty work. She wouldn't give more details than that, and the libraries are closed to outside access. So far.

[By his tone, he doesn't intend for that to be a long-standing thing. He sure does have the patrol routes of the entire palace mapped out in his head.]

Very few people also report dying prior to their arrival here. I imagine that spontaneous cardiac arrest in relatively healthy people under forty would be a little too coincidental, not to mention selective.

[Besides. He's been dead. It's nothing like this place. So his tone is appropriately dry.]

Well, obviously. There is Europe and Ireland and the Far East, and wherever the Moors come from. What else is there?

[Clark was always a little uncomfortable with Kon's openness about his powers. That, and the suggestion that he knew more than what he let on about him- but it's been long since he's been over that in his time.]

I'm pretty sure I will. See you in a few?

[Clark simply follows him around, letting do his work. If there was the tiniest bit of Kryptonite he'd probably be feelings its effects already... but there's enough different kinds of Kryptonite for Clark to understand his worry. Plus it's a Bruce thing to do, so it's kind of...

Relieving, in a way. And the info-dump is... intense, but not something Clark can't handle. He can reflect on it later and ask more questions as they come- but right now he's focusing on a certain part of his speech. Because there's a name that, as long Bruce is involved is never good news.]

I could scan the place, try to find him... try to find Jason if you want.

[He doesn't know how else to help. How else to try to make thins better.]

You already know my answer, Clark.

[Bruce does things his own way. The times he asks for Clark's help are... few, far between, and significantly more desperate than finding out one way or another whether or not Jason is here.

It's cowardly in a way, and he knows it. Knowing for certain would give him some idea of the game plan he needs to implement to-- to keep people safe. From Jason. His son.

That still cuts. Deeper in some ways than the sound of two gunshots and the scattering of pearls. His parents are a monument to the weakness he swore he would never have again. Jason was... is a testament to his failure.

But if it is Jason, he needs to be the one who finds out. He needs to carry that burden. Not Clark. He deals with having the world on his shoulders often enough, and this fight doesn't and hasn't ever belonged to him.]

Edited 2012-08-27 22:04 (UTC)

Yup!

[He gives Clark a salute and then turns off the console and leaves his apartment. Water sector...water sector...Kon flew up high into the air so he could get an aerial view and work out which direction to head in. It only took a second or two before he zoomed of in a burst of speed. It was no time at all before he was heading to the ground. Landing, almost without a sound and looked about the area. Wondering where it was that Kal would be.]

Mr. Kent?

Striker.

[He grins. He remembers testing his own name after it appeared on the news, trying to make it sound better and less pompous. Granted he had been older than what Brandon looks like by the time, but there's... something in the way Striker acts.

Those who act so over-the-top are usually trying to keep their attention away from something. But that's only Clark's guess, and when you spend so many time with people with secret identities you think everybody has one.]

It has a nice ring to it. Do you have any powers to go with that name?

[He nods, smiling] And it's nicer than thinking we're all dead. I'm still trying to figure out this in-between thing.

Would you care to meet? [He wants to figure out timelines... but he can't do that over the network.]

Yes, I've been told about the kidnappings. I'm not sure what to make of it, I wish I had been here. [He'd have tried to help.]

Which sectors are safer?

Water and wood seem to be the safest. Fire the least so.

I'm wondering if it's some kind of pocket dimension, but this really isn't my area of expertise.

Oh, um, sure! [Eventually she will stop being such a fangirl] Now, or do you wanna get more settled before going anywhere?

[okay yeah Clark's attitude is just making him massively uncomfortable, not that he has any idea why. But he does hold up his hands in front of the camera and allow electricity to crackle between them.]

[He's almost 40 but the 'sir' still makes him unnecessarily old... ] Clark is fine, Captain.

I know some of us foreigners were kidnapped? That's all I have been told though.

And I'm Clark Kent, but I'd already said that. How long have you been here, if you don't mind me asking?

Help out with that? I'm not sure if I could be of any help but do tell me if there's anything I can do miss.

[He makes a mental note to make the same offer as Superman if they ever meet.]

The Americas. [Oh he sees the problem now. He'd been told about different timelines but this goes beyond what he'd imagined.]

It's from very, very far away. And it's where corn comes from.

A-mare-ika? What a strange name.

I do.

[And he understands. When Kon found out Clark's secret identity he didn't ask Bruce for help. Nor did he when they found out about his other genetic donor... or when he died to save the Earth from another crisis and Kal thought he would never see the closes thing he had to a brother (and a son) again. Or when he lost Chris as well.

He didn't ask them what to do when he came back.

He didn't ask anyone- it was his responsibility. And he might never understand the kind of pain Bruce is going through but he understands it isn't the kind of pain Superman can solve with a few nicely placed words.]

I had to ask. And if you need help with anything else... if there's anyone who'll figure out a way out it's you.

[Clark had rushed down because he knew how impatient Kon would get, but he still could only run at human speed once he was on the streets if he didn't want to be found out. He still wasn't sure if a secret identity would be wise in this place, but he had to try.

So he gets there a few moments later than Kon.] Over here, son.

[So he's in one of the safest sectors... at least he can fly to the others quickly.] I see, thank you for the information.

I'd hate to bury you in questions now that we have just met miss, but... is there some kind of police force in this place? To take care of that?

[He makes a noise of agreement. Never let it be said that Bruce doesn't know his own abilities, and the value thereof. That's not to say it's not nice to hear someone he respects actually saying it-- but it is unnecessary. Bruce doesn't exactly preen under praise.]

Once your powers are back in full, I could use your assistance. I've been trying to identify what the turtle's shell is made of - it's impervious to damage, and things like thermite and acid as well, but there's obviously some method for cutting into it.
[Otherwise the Water Sector pretty much wouldn't exist.]

That, in addition to the fact that it glows at night and has numerous constellations etched into it-

[It's like nothing he's ever seen. And that tries his patience at the best of times.

Also, don't you just love how he's discussing business so as to stay off more personal topics? It's his goddamned superpower.]

[Superman is used to it, he can wait. ...Not when he's in his Clark Kent disguise, of course- but still, he's only flattered one of B's girls would actually like him.

He never had such luck with Babs and Cass.]

If you could perhaps give me a couple of hours to get to know the place I'd appreciate it.

[Electricity...well, Kal had been there. It seems like it was forever ago when his powers changed to that though, it's been long since he was reminded of it.]

Which explains the name. Impressive.

There's no such thing as too many questions.

Well, there is a police force, but they were involved in the incident that sparked the whole thing off. Evandau is the name of the commander. He rescued the two arrivals from being executed, but in the process, killed the kedan who planned on doing just that themselves.

Four weeks.

[The way she says it sounds like "forever".]

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