A time to vent, a time to breathe [Open]

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate was back up from the city, her knuckles now abraded and bloodied. Her hands were sore and likewise so from the stick she found. The clockhouse was there, but they were gone. It was over. Still feel like crap, but going down there helped in a big way. Now she was just walking around, some of the earlier weight lifted a little.

Or at least it was easier to hide any vulnerabilities now.

Comments

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it. I can raise you one. Try alternate versions of your own world, complete with similar but not the same people."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Oh, man. That's too much." Dean replies. "So you know people here but they don't know you?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much. Was really confusing for both of us in one case because the version in my world is an ass who helped get a law passed that started a lot of trouble."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"What kinda law?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Superhuman Registration Act. If you wanted to be a superhero you were supposed to register with the government."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Nice. Shows how much the government appreciates the heroes, huh?" Dean looks vaguely irritated at that.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate nodded, "They did, until some... well they were a bunch of flashy wannabes really with a reality show? But they had staged some fight with villains, only they were fighting for real and one of the villains blew up. Battle was right by a school that was in session at the time. Can guess what happened next."