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Lessons [Closed]

Who: Galatea

fearfully_symmetrical and the Green Lantern

torchbearer
What: Galatea asked for hero training. And she's following through.
When: Early month
Where: A rooftop, because of course
Content Warnings: If needed

She had asked. And he seemed...trustworthy? As much as anybody seemed it, to her. She'd spent most of her life being told that any 'so-called hero' was the enemy. And parts of her, the pre-programmed parts, still itched a little, even considering this. Seeing him in person would be harder, she knew.

But this wasn't there, and she didn't have CADMUS around to give her orders, so that gave her questions to answer. Most specifically who she was, exactly.

And she was supposed to be a hero. The Government's chosen hero. What did that actually mean?

These were questions she wanted to answer. And he'd said he'd teach and so...why not? She carried what she needed to a convenient rooftop before asking him to join her - which is why he'd find a pair of old school desks taken from a derelict building, along with a blackboard - and various remains of chalk.

Because this was how she'd learned - admittedly with digital screens and whiteboards - but still. She was gonna be the student, he the teacher. This is what made sense, right?

The fact that the desk was a little small for someone her age was...neither here nor there. Nor were the remains of the first two she'd flat out broken trying to make adjustments.

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[ kyle smiles a little. ]

There's definitely fun involved. Unraveling a conspiracy or something big gives you a huge confidence boost.

But that's a small part of the job.

Oh.

[She rolls back over, wanting to hide her reaction to that word, 'conspiracy.' Having been on the other side of it. Hopefully it'll hide in the rest of what he said.]

So most of the time it's just...looking for trouble to solve?

[ kyle takes that in for a moment before asking. ]

Most of the time.

I'm gonna ask something. Have you ever had a moment where you wished you had help?

Nope.

[The answer comes quickly, and of course it's a lie. It's so obvious a lie that she follows it up with a sigh.]

People would be nice.

That's our job in a nutshell. We're here to help. It can be mundane, it can be huge. The point is to ensure no one has to feel helpless.

[Part of her still, very much, wants to roll her eyes. It's just so...trite. How can anything be so simple? Where's the realpolitik of it? But she's come to realize that whatever she might think, others believe in it. And maybe that makes it a bit real, too.]

[She's saved from having to answer by the brisk sound of an alarm below them. She comes to a halt and then immediately dives down towards the source of the sound.]

Looks like we've got our first emergency. I'll hang back and let you take point. I'll step in when I feel I need to.

Roger that!

[And she plunges downwards, hitting the ground hard enough to require the all-too-common 'superhero landing', straightening up slowly. He may even see the grin on his face as she looks through the shattered front window of the shop.]

Hey, assholes! How 'bout you make it easy and drop whatever weapons you have and surrender?

[ oh boy. kyle hangs back for now. ]

Don't break them!

[She looks up, waving it away.]

It's just three punks with shotguns, I got this!

[Said as a fusillade of shotgun blasts hit her directly in the chest, knocking her back across the street, the wielders emerging from the broken shop window.]

Sonuva-

Don't underestimate them either.

[ still, he's keeping a careful eye out, just in case she got hurt. ]

[Not hurt, just the first time she's been shot with shotgun blasts before. And right about now she is missing the super-speed, which would have allowed her to snatch the guns from them long before they had a chance to fire.]

[Instead, her eyes glow red and heat vision lances out, making the one thug drop his shotgun as it glows orange-hot, which is the fate of the next weapon as well. The third manages to get another shot off into her chest before she's up close, gripping the barrel with a hand and bending it.]

What about this situation has you punks thinking you're actually gonna get away with this?

[ okay, that's not a good sign. kyle quickly domes the bad guys just in case laser vision is imminent. ]

No killing either.

I wasn't going to -!

[She rounded on him, about to say more, then stopped herself. She might have, honestly. At least to wound. Frankly she'd thought taking out the weapons with the heat vision was pretty cool from a hero-ing point of view.]

[And honestly, it's what she was trained to do. Simplest route. Least risk. Most efficient.]

Fine. C'mon, boys, let's get you to the local hoosegow.

[ kyle relaxes, putting the dome away. ]

You okay?

I'm fine.

[She lies, flagrantly, grabbing two of the three by the back of their jackets and shirts so they won't fall when she goes for it.]

You grab Chucklehead Number 3, and let's get them handed over.

[And she's off into the air again, ignoring the startled yelling of her prisoners.]

[ yeah, this doesn't feel fine. but he takes off after her, once he's bubbled the suspect. ]

It's better to talk it out. Even if it doesn't make sense.

Pas devant les criminels.

[She says, a take on the old phrase 'pas devant le gendarme', or not in front of the policeman. An old phrase for 'not now', essentially. She needs to think. She needs time. To calm herself, to...to figure out why she's so angry about all this.]

[And why she's not angry at him for it.]

[But the nearest precinct is unfortunately near; she drops her two in front some startled police, and thumbs over her shoulder.]

Third and main, these mooks hit a small grocery store. There's cameras across the street, and the shopkeeper ought to be able to identify them.

[And she's off again, making for a nearby roof, out of sight of the police, landing and punching a chimney, leaving a neat hole in the brickwork.]

Dammit.

[ kyle waits. he's not particularly miffed about property damage. he's never been that kind of hero. ]

. . . You okay?

[She crosses her arms, looking away.]

Why'd you do that? Why'd you think I was going to hurt them?

You got the red eyes. I just reacted, I guess.

[ even with superman, he rarely ever saw that glow. but kyle can recognize he may have jumped the gun. ]

I'm sorry. I should have given you a real chance.

[She sighs, sitting on a roof ledge.]

Or you made the right call. I'm the unstable one, apparently.

[She shakes her head.]

Part of me wanted to, not gonna lie. But the idea that I would just...look like I was goin' to murder central, to a near stranger? Maybe that's what I really am.

[She slides her head into her hands.]

Just a weapon after all.

[ oh. kyle reaches out to squeeze her shoulder. ]

No. What we are . . . is something we can always change. None of us, not even the big superheroes are what they are simply because of where they came from. We all had to work at it. To change.

I can see you're trying. And trying will get you there. And who knows? Maybe you'll be bigger than Superman someday.

[She sighs, dipping her head.]

Can we? Are you sure? I mean, what did you have to chance? You're a Lantern! Aren't they all supposed to be just...y'know, worthy?

Technically, yes. Lanterns are chosen.

. . . But I'm a unique case. I wasn't chosen at all. I was picked at random.

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