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sooo what kind of powers do you guys have? were you born with them or get them in some freak incident or what?

[He pauses as he types out the text, considering if he should be honest about his intentions or not. It's not like he had any sinister plans or anything. It's just a matter of being private. But he doesn't want to sound too weird or shady. This sounds shady doesn't it??

He types and deletes a bunch of times, unhappy with most of the reasons he tries to give for asking the question. This one makes him sound too weak, this one makes him sound too ignorant, this one just makes him sound stupid. Eventually he settles for...well, nothing. He just gives up and hits send.]

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[ Yeah, that means she's gonna pick on you just a little. ]

It's a little bit creepy. I mean, who even are you?

It's not. Creepy.

[From defensive to aggravated just like that.]

None of your business.

[He doesn't want to actually hide his identity or anything, but she went and pissed him off and now he doesn't want to share. >(]

[ If there's one thing Kara's good at, it's half unintentionally picking fights. ]

Totally my business.

You could be like some psycho trying to flush out all the powered people. Or some psycho could be reading this.

If that's what you think then fine. It's not my problem.

[Detaching himself now so he doesn't get any angrier. GO AWAY!!]

Yeah, whatever, kid.

[ Two paragons of wit in a slap fight right here. ]

[Battle of the century.]

Don't call me kid.

I'll call you what I want.

[War between titans. ]

Just shut up already.

[Temper rising again.]

[ Wow that's a set of words that full on trigger Asshole Kara. ]

Make me.

[Incidentally these are the words to spur on Super Defensive Asshole Andrew. Because now he feels challenged, and maybe months ago he would let himself get pushed around, but he doesn't have to do that anymore. He's strong now.]

Tell me where to find you and I will.

[ They are go for Super Powered Young People Making Bad Decisions. Give her a minute to find somewhere in the ship that would probably stand up to a superpowered fight. ]

Cargo bay. Five minutes.

[Which means he's gonna have to hustle if he's not close by, 'cause Kara's already there and rarin' ]

Edited (i know words) 2016-03-09 23:55 (UTC)

[Oh he'll hustle. In fact as soon as those words leave her lips he's shutting off his audio and, quite literally, flying out of his room. Luckily he's good at maneuvering so by the time he's there he hasn't knocked someone out the way.

It's not even five minutes when he's flying into the cargo bay, floating a couple feet off the ground and fists already formed at his side.]

[ It occurs to her vaguely that she might have picked a fight with somebody stronger than her. But it's a passing thought at best, she's had a good low level rage simmering ever since the bullshit with PowerBoy and for once, she's ready for a damn fight.

Which means all the angry flying boy gets is a tip of her chin and a shiteating smile. ]

Good timing. I was starting to get bored.

[The fact that even she got here first is enough to piss him off even more than he already is. He's holding on to some anger himself, from before he even had that stupid conversation, and since he got exactly zero closure then he's looking forward to releasing said anger now.

He reminds in his spot, floating, features looking as if they're a little more concentrated and not long after there's a large container flying towards Kara out of seemingly nowhere.

Yeah he's not one for words.]

[Wow, okay no. She catches it with a grunt, skidding a little from the force. ]

Yeah, screw this. [She at least has the presence of mind to set the crate down instead of throwing it back at him. No idea how squishy this guy is, but if he's gonna throw things, she's shutting his ass down now. She speed runs towards him, reaching for the collar of his shirt to drag him down to her level.]

[ Clark has been watching this unfold since the MID conversation. He didn't step in then, and he'd been hoping he wouldn't have to step in now. It's only a split second to ditch his uniform for the blue suit and red cape.

Kara's hand never makes it to Andrew's collar. Clark is between them in a fraction of a second, his hand around Kara's wrist, stopping her there. He gives her a narrow look that says everything he's thinking right then. They should both know better than this - Kara, especially. ]

That's enough. [ He doesn't raise his voice, but there's a hard and absolute edge of authority in the words. He turns to Andrew. ] Stand down, please.

Edited 2016-03-10 01:41 (UTC)

[Andrew is outright livid at the interference. He was getting ready to brace himself, hoping to let her get just close enough before he throws her across the cargo bay. He was ready.]

Get out of the way!

[He remains floating in the air, teeth gritting and several containers screeching across the ground as he barely retrains himself.]

[ Kara, by contrast, freezes. Fuck. She knows that look. That is beyond busted, that is Clark is Disappointed in the Choices You Have Made. It's so unfair that that look still works on her when it's not even the right Clark. ]

I wasn't going to hurt him. [ Which is the truth. Mostly. Ish. She likes to think. Though it's really really starting to hit her what a stupid idea this was. ]

[ It doesn't show, but there's a brief sense of relief when Kara stills and he knows, just from looking at her, that she's done here. The last thing he wants to do is to turn this fight into a bigger one. He lets her go. ]

I know. [ He hopes. She didn't throw the container back like she could have, so he'll give her that. ] We'll talk about it in your room. Go. [ He might ask her to apologize, normally, but it looks like that sort of thing will have to wait.

The yelling and the containers skidding across the floor don't warrant much of a reaction. Clark drifts upwards a few inches so that they're eye-level with each other. He's definitely not getting out of the way. ] Andrew. Kara shouldn't have said what she did, but you need to think about what you're doing right now, and why.

[Every second he doesn't get out of the way Andrew gets angrier and angrier, and before he knows it he feels like there's this big ball forming in his stomach about ready to explode. Things are moving but less to be threatening and more because he just cant contain it. All he can do is funnel all his emotions into his power - it's all he knows how to do.

He shuts his eyes and turns his head to the side.]

Don't tell me me what to do. I don't need to do anything!

Now get out. Of. My. Way.

[ Even on her world, with her Clark, that kind of order would make her hesitate. She can't just. Leave him here to clean up her mess. But that look Clark's giving her? Shit. She looks from Andrew and then Clark and thinks really really hard about just punching this asshole and getting the fall out over with.

She doesn't move. For a long minute. She just stares daggers at Andrew. ]

Dude. You need to get over yourself.

[ Clark almost considers doing just that - getting both himself and Kara out of the way, so Andrew doesn't have anyone to go after. Kara might still be spoiling for a fight, but she's got herself in check - if just barely. The problem is, it's never as simple as that, and instead of calming him down he's got a feeling that'll just make Andrew even more angry and likely to find a target who will be hurt by a few shipping containers.

He doesn't want to get into a fight with a teenager, let alone a human teenager who looks like he's barely in control of himself, but he doesn't think there's going to be much of a choice.

Rather than respond, Clark folds his arms across his chest. He won't be backing down.

Andrew can attack, or he can take this last opportunity to let this go. ]

[That was it. That was all he needed to see - his arms folding as if a direct challenge to him. He warned him. He warned them both. As far as he's concerned he doesn't have any reason to feel like he did anything wrong. She challenged him first, and now he was interfering. He can't help but liken this situation a little to what happened with Matt and his dad. He had to interfere with that too. He had every right to try and kill him - to defend himself.

It's not long after that simple act of Clark crossing his arms when Andrew is thrusting his arms forward, floating back a bit as two large shipping containers fly in both their direction.

He couldn't just stop. He couldn't let this go. He wasn't weak anymore. He was stronger than all of this.]

[ Yeah, that was about the limit of her impulse control. Kara moves first. She's got that little bit of an edge or maybe Clark isn't expecting her to move. She stops the first crate and then the second, with the flat of her palm, feet spread to keep herself from sliding just like Diana taught her.

There's a red light in her eyes and Clark has maybe five seconds to make his move before the last of her control snaps. ]

[ He's peripherally aware of Kara taking care of the containers and Clark, for his part, arrows directly after Andrew.

This is too dangerous to drag it out inside the ship. He aims for Andrew's temple, palm-open. It won't do any lasting damage if it does connect, he's just hoping to knock him out as quickly as he can. ]

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