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Coping at Ke'e Beach
So, what do you do when you find out you're going to die? Kon's seen how thrown Kal is from his death--but Kal comes back. Even if he doesn't believe it now, Kon knows this, and he knows that he's not likely to have the same thing happen to him. He's not Kal. The world doesn't need him like it needs Kal, so why would he come back?
Heh. The Good Ship Stacy: two good-as-dead Super-guys enter, one super-guy leaves.
...Okay, that's kinda not funny.
Superboy doesn't know if he can take his mentor's tack of playing it by ear and trying his best to help everyone else. He doesn't know if he can get over the whole feeling lost part of it to get to what he needs to do, and just deal with their situation here.
Even after all his talk to Tim of not avoiding people, Kon deals at first by avoiding the others. But it's just for a bit, just a little while, not like all that time he spent on the farm, hiding, after Luthor made him hurt everyone, and the difference is, he's not hiding from coping, or repressing, this is how he copes. He just doesn't like people to see the initial anger--and it is anger, that he expresses by punching robots in the Sensorium until his knuckles start to bleed.
Heh, and that leads to his other problem. Not enough sunlight. The stuff in the Sensoriums feels like the real deal, but it's obviously not, if he can't process it so that his powers stay at full super-levels, and the light that Will kid's been conjuring up for him is weak. He's going on empty now. He can be hurt.
And it just drives it home even more exactly how...mortal he is.
But if anyone comes looking for him and poke their head in the Sensorium, they'll find him not punching robots or moping and brooding. If they peek in, they'll see him sitting on a rock on a beach bathed in the glow of a Hawaiian sunset. He hasn't availed himself of holographic clothes, but his plantsuit is stripped down to his waist, and he's writing things on one of the media pads from the Media Library, a thoughtful look on his face.
"--Have I ever been sledding? No. Better put that on there..."
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression... is he at acceptance already? Maybe his general attitude of rocketing through his life at warp speed is benefiting him for once.
Heh. The Good Ship Stacy: two good-as-dead Super-guys enter, one super-guy leaves.
...Okay, that's kinda not funny.
Superboy doesn't know if he can take his mentor's tack of playing it by ear and trying his best to help everyone else. He doesn't know if he can get over the whole feeling lost part of it to get to what he needs to do, and just deal with their situation here.
Even after all his talk to Tim of not avoiding people, Kon deals at first by avoiding the others. But it's just for a bit, just a little while, not like all that time he spent on the farm, hiding, after Luthor made him hurt everyone, and the difference is, he's not hiding from coping, or repressing, this is how he copes. He just doesn't like people to see the initial anger--and it is anger, that he expresses by punching robots in the Sensorium until his knuckles start to bleed.
Heh, and that leads to his other problem. Not enough sunlight. The stuff in the Sensoriums feels like the real deal, but it's obviously not, if he can't process it so that his powers stay at full super-levels, and the light that Will kid's been conjuring up for him is weak. He's going on empty now. He can be hurt.
And it just drives it home even more exactly how...mortal he is.
But if anyone comes looking for him and poke their head in the Sensorium, they'll find him not punching robots or moping and brooding. If they peek in, they'll see him sitting on a rock on a beach bathed in the glow of a Hawaiian sunset. He hasn't availed himself of holographic clothes, but his plantsuit is stripped down to his waist, and he's writing things on one of the media pads from the Media Library, a thoughtful look on his face.
"--Have I ever been sledding? No. Better put that on there..."
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression... is he at acceptance already? Maybe his general attitude of rocketing through his life at warp speed is benefiting him for once.

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She bites her lip and tilts her head, studying Kon. "This probably isn't the question you wanna hear, but I have to ask. How are you holding up with the news?"
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"Okay, I guess. It wasn't like I didn't think it was probably going to end that way--now I just know for sure."
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He looks at her. "And what other way would it end for one of us, Kara? Going out saving the world is kinda..."
Raising both eyebrows, he says, "A guy doing that was kinda how I was born. Maybe that's how I'm meant to go."
After a pause, he goes on, "If there's a way so I don't kick it, that'd be great, but if not, I'm not screwing over time and the world."
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He shakes his head.
"No. I won't let you do it."
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He shakes his head. "Look, I'm sure we'll figure something out where neither of us has to deal with it, right? We've got all these brains here."
And even if he has to talk Brainy into helping him trick her into thinking they have it handled, so he can go off without her trying to take his place, he'll do that.
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Where's Cir-El when you need a disposable Super-person?"Mmm," Kara says. "Like Brai...like a lot of us here."
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He goes back to his little list, looking amused at something.
After a slight pause, without looking up, "So, I just have to ask..."
The smirk widens a little.
"What's the deal with you have with Brainy on the brain lately?"
If it's what he thinks it is, he'll think it's funny as hell.
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"That's a whole lot of blushing over nothing then." Ha ha ha, oh god, this is good. Now he's got something over her if she tries to tell Cassie about his collection of girly mags. Oh, let the teasing commence. "You like the little creepoid, don't you~"
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"This is--this is a beautiful thing. You have a crush on Brainy! I have blackmail material forever now!"
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He prefers the teasing. Way more fun.
Can't she find another girl to talk about this stuff with?
...But then he's the one that knows Brainy best, even if they aren't best buds.
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"Brainy's a total dweeb. He's the kind of dweeb that spends 22 hours out of a day locked in his lab studying a very 'fascinating' fungus or something. He's an arrogant jerk sometimes, that seems to really hate people, and goes out of his way to talk to everyone else like they're an idiot. Oh, and he has, like, all the social skills of a bale of hay--there were cows back home on the farm that were better conversationalists than Brainy is."
He wavers his hand in a 50/50 gesture. "On the other hand, he's all those things and brave enough to run into a suicide mission against suicidal cultists and Darkseid to save all of time. I've seen him go nuts over a team-mate in trouble--he's the type that won't stop until they're safe. And despite his rather unfortunate moniker, I trust him at my back--I have trusted him at my back. He hasn't let me down once, and I don't think he ever has for anyone else in the Legion. Ever."
Leaning back, he tilts his head, "Don't get me wrong. He's a total dork, and yeah, a Brainiac, and his head would probably explode if he found out a girl liked him--and if you like people with actual social skills, you could do way better." He holds up a finger. "BUT you could also do way worse."
After a moment of consideration, he finishes, with the sly look of someone firing off a joke that they know might get them murdered, "But my opinion doesn't really matter here." Snort. "I'm not the one hankering for his green beans."
With that, he rolls off the rock to dart out of arm's reach, 'cause, y'know, she might kill him.
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