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metalogs2023-05-14 10:06 pm
fearfully_symmetrical) wrote in metalogs2023-05-14 10:06 pm
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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
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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.
fearfully_symmetrical and the Green Lantern torchbearerWhat: 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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[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?
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No killing either.
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[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.
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You okay?
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[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.]
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It's better to talk it out. Even if it doesn't make sense.
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[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.
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. . . You okay?
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Why'd you do that? Why'd you think I was going to hurt them?
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[ 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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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. . . But I'm a unique case. I wasn't chosen at all. I was picked at random.
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What, were you temping and it stuck?
[It helps cover the distant look in her eyes.]
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He handed it to me and was like "You'll have to do" before vanishing.
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Hahaha are you kiddin - what the shit?
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That's the truth. I got no training, I had no mentor . . . I basically was learning on the go. I made tons of mistakes, all the time.
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[She shakes her head.]
Yeah. Yeah I get that. I woke up and got told 'hey congrats, you're a weapon, salute the flag,' and that was it. That was...it.
And heh, yeah, mistakes, huh?
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It's how we keep at it that matters.
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Keep a secret?
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You got CADMUS in whatever universe you're from? Hopefully not, but if you do, you already know the kind of jerks behind such an idea. Made me as a weapon from Supergirl to take down the Justice League.
I haven't made a choice in my life before coming here. They just kept telling me my job was to kill, and it's...it's in my head, you know? Like I should just...solve my problems with my fists.
[She looks down at her hands, with a sigh.]
Not even a person...not really. But tonight, for a little bit? Felt like I was.
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[ kyle never dealt with them directly, but the justice league dealt with cadmus. and he knew kon fairly well. ]
And of course you are. Just because your starting point is different doesn't mean you're not real. I get that you don't have any idea where to go, but you have help. And you can decide what you want.
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Got that last part right. Nobody's telling me what to do anymore. Real or not, I'm not just gonna be some government weapon again.
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