[ sitting inside a fountain in the middle of creepyville, after getting drawn in by some totally-not-suspicious glint of light that's appeared in the bathroom of the Titans Tower, isn't exactly how Conner's planned to have the day end. his plan was to just take a quick shower; rinse all that stinky and gross robot juice he found himself covered in after the Titans' most recent battle and then go straight to bed. easy and simple.
the powers-that-be just did not agree with him, apparently.
the fact that this is not the first time Kon's been forcefully taken somewhere else is the reason why the change in scenario isn't really fazing him that much. he's been to the 31st century to help the Legion a couple of times, and he's been in plenty of different dimensions and stuff. a Harry Potter version of Gotham isn't what's going to make him panic. what's annoying him, though, is the lack of a welcoming party. seriously, how is he supposed to know what the hell is going on if there is nobody to tell him?
he sighs and grumbles a little while getting back up, trying to rinse himself as best as he can once he's back on two feet. not exactly the kind of shower he was looking for earlier, but at least it's something, he guesses. it's right then that he notices someone else not too far from the fountain and decides to grab their attention with a loud "Hey!" before approaching them. ]
Did you get me here? Because I have a feeling I'm not in Kansas anymore. [ and Conner would be patting himself in the back for the reference (that he's been meaning to use since he's started living with the Kents in Smallville), if it wasn't for the whole being stuck in the middle of who-knows-where, soaked from head to toe and with no idea of how he got there in the first place. ]
Just don't tell me I need ruby slippers to get back home.
II. The Goblin Market
[ a couple of days after arriving in Aefenglom, or however they called it, Conner still hasn't been able to settle in too well. it's not only the fact that the place oozes with magic -- which makes his kryptonian genes crawl just thinking about it -- but also because he's lost every single one of his superpowers. no flying. no super-speed. no super-hearing. no super-anything. having to search for info as a normal human being hasn't been easy thus far and it, quite frankly, sucks. one more reasons to appreciate his very normal, super detective best friend, he realizes. sure, it's not exactly the first time he's lost his powers, but that doesn't make it suck any less. especially in a situation where he has no clue when -- or if! -- he'll actually get them back.
waking up earlier than usual to go browsing the markets is probably not his best idea. he could end up being zapped by the magic of one of the witches that apparently populated the city, have a magic potion spilled on him or get himself in some other magic-y mess, and none of those scenarios sounded very fun to go through since he still doesn't know how magic affects him now that he's powerless. at the same time, though, what else can he do? just sit somewhere and wait for the cavalry to arrive? he is the cavalry, damn it!
his eyes catch a potion on one of the stalls littered throughout the market that specifically mentions 'increasing one's magical ability'. sure, it's not at all what he's searching for, but maybe it could work...? ]
Hypothetically speaking, if someone is uh, allergic to magic, how badly would drinking one of these hurt them? From a scale of stomachache-after-too-much sushi to kicking-the-bucket, I mean.
[ the seller laughs at Kon and tells him that anyone that is allergic to magic is in the worst place they could ever be, but also assures him that his potions are one hundred percent safe! ]
Dude, I get you want to sell your stuff, but this is kind of a serious situation here.
[ anyone passing by that listens to the conversation could stop him from drinking it or encourage him, because as of right now, Kon's still pretty unsure. dying's pretty bad, but so are stomachaches. ]
III. Wildcard
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Conner Kent | DC comics
[ sitting inside a fountain in the middle of creepyville, after getting drawn in by some totally-not-suspicious glint of light that's appeared in the bathroom of the Titans Tower, isn't exactly how Conner's planned to have the day end. his plan was to just take a quick shower; rinse all that stinky and gross robot juice he found himself covered in after the Titans' most recent battle and then go straight to bed. easy and simple.
the powers-that-be just did not agree with him, apparently.
the fact that this is not the first time Kon's been forcefully taken somewhere else is the reason why the change in scenario isn't really fazing him that much. he's been to the 31st century to help the Legion a couple of times, and he's been in plenty of different dimensions and stuff. a Harry Potter version of Gotham isn't what's going to make him panic. what's annoying him, though, is the lack of a welcoming party. seriously, how is he supposed to know what the hell is going on if there is nobody to tell him?
he sighs and grumbles a little while getting back up, trying to rinse himself as best as he can once he's back on two feet. not exactly the kind of shower he was looking for earlier, but at least it's something, he guesses. it's right then that he notices someone else not too far from the fountain and decides to grab their attention with a loud "Hey!" before approaching them. ]
Did you get me here? Because I have a feeling I'm not in Kansas anymore. [ and Conner would be patting himself in the back for the reference (that he's been meaning to use since he's started living with the Kents in Smallville), if it wasn't for the whole being stuck in the middle of who-knows-where, soaked from head to toe and with no idea of how he got there in the first place. ]
Just don't tell me I need ruby slippers to get back home.
[ a couple of days after arriving in Aefenglom, or however they called it, Conner still hasn't been able to settle in too well. it's not only the fact that the place oozes with magic -- which makes his kryptonian genes crawl just thinking about it -- but also because he's lost every single one of his superpowers. no flying. no super-speed. no super-hearing. no super-anything. having to search for info as a normal human being hasn't been easy thus far and it, quite frankly, sucks. one more reasons to appreciate his very normal, super detective best friend, he realizes. sure, it's not exactly the first time he's lost his powers, but that doesn't make it suck any less. especially in a situation where he has no clue when -- or if! -- he'll actually get them back.
waking up earlier than usual to go browsing the markets is probably not his best idea. he could end up being zapped by the magic of one of the witches that apparently populated the city, have a magic potion spilled on him or get himself in some other magic-y mess, and none of those scenarios sounded very fun to go through since he still doesn't know how magic affects him now that he's powerless. at the same time, though, what else can he do? just sit somewhere and wait for the cavalry to arrive? he is the cavalry, damn it!
his eyes catch a potion on one of the stalls littered throughout the market that specifically mentions 'increasing one's magical ability'. sure, it's not at all what he's searching for, but maybe it could work...? ]
Hypothetically speaking, if someone is uh, allergic to magic, how badly would drinking one of these hurt them? From a scale of stomachache-after-too-much sushi to kicking-the-bucket, I mean.
[ the seller laughs at Kon and tells him that anyone that is allergic to magic is in the worst place they could ever be, but also assures him that his potions are one hundred percent safe! ]
Dude, I get you want to sell your stuff, but this is kind of a serious situation here.
[ anyone passing by that listens to the conversation could stop him from drinking it or encourage him, because as of right now, Kon's still pretty unsure. dying's pretty bad, but so are stomachaches. ]