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ruthlessrodriguez-deactivated20

〝 Smothering him would only cause the both of us grief. 〞

#bornoftwistedfate

#shesur;#lara;#kal el;#zehdh;

...

A dimple appears, a childlike dent in his cheek that makes him look younger than ever before. There aren’t many opportunities to do that, and there never have been. He’d been forced to grow up fast. Not by his choice, or even his parents’ - it was just circumstance and chance.

"That’s me," he says lightly. He is, by nature, a people pleaser. Can’t refuse a call for aid. Can’t just look on and watch someone be miserable. That’s why he offers a gentle look, a smile, and allows his gaze to wander, his mind to move on.

"…How did you get here?"

#oops this may get long #at some point #penrosexsteps

He takes a moment to consider that.

There is many a way he could answer that. Lengthily, with candor, with derision-- but none of those seem appropriate. Some of those options he could never bring himself to, not even were it the Council he were speaking in front of-- he had spoken to them with desperation and brutal truth. --[ and see where it got you. ]

Jor-El has to shake himself from his thoughts, recover himself for a second before finally speaking, carefully and with words chosen precisely.

"Through darkness and pain." A small smile flits across his lips. "Though I expect I'm not as you think I am." Alive, to put it bluntly, but he won't say that. Though if it is a matter of won't or couldn't-- well, who was he to say?

[ …Okay. ]

"ANSWER YOUR FREAKIN’ TEXTS, STARK."

[ She cleared her throat. ]

"Done."

His brows raise, but he types the message in, nonetheless.

Caps included.

Jor-El rather feels that if he did not type it in capital letters, the-- emotion of the message would fail to be conveyed.

"...Has he angered you?"

#agentdarcy

"God— frigga-frakka."

"Oookayyy. Thanksss.

— Wait, actually. Can you leave him a memo?”

#!important #lookit me gettin crap done

He takes a-- second to process her words.

"--Of course."

It's a simple matter to wave a finger-- a translucent hologram of a screen appears, blinking line indicating it's ready to file away into Stark's system whatever her message might be.

#agentdarcy

ᴛɪᴠ sʜᴇsᴜʀ ᴋᴜʜs;;

DC-Wise, you'll likely find Jor-El in the Fortress of Solitude. At some point I'll figure out a way for him to be walking around in this verse. As it is, you can still find him anywhere; just don't ask me to explain yet.

ᴛɪᴠ sʜᴇsᴜʀ ᴋᴜʜs;;

Marvel-wise, you'll likely find Jor-El in Stark tower, or in Tony's lab.

#!important #as agreed upon with #fromaboxofscraps

"— Hello."

[ Who lost their hot dad? ]

#[im choking darcy pls]#agentdarcy #[setting this in Stark tower for reasons]

"...If you seek Stark, he left, an hour ago--"

dokhahsh started following you

[ …? ]

#full on dad mode: activate #seriously it's just #im gonna sit here and eat my caramel apple while i watch daddyhulk jor-el grump #an #open #of sorts

"---Hello."

#agentdarcy

[ He hasn't sighed this heavily or with so much disdain in a while. ]

mechanicallimbs-deactivated2013

“Ms. Danvers?” It was Jarvis over the towers intercom, breaking her attention away from the plasma screen where she’d been watching the evening news. “It appears we have an unidentified guest.” Who would be bold enough—or stupid enough to break into the tower? she thought. “Did you scan them for weapons?” “Yes, Ms. Danvers. I could find no trace of a hostile weapon on his persons. Would you have me alert the droids to escort him out?” “No, no,” she stood from her seat, “I could do with a leg stretch. Allow me.” Moving toward the lift, she hit the button, noting it was already lit up. Which indicated someone’s arrival was rather imminent. Looks like their guest was going to come to her.

#romanaofheartshaven #[wow i kind of failed on this my bad]

"--I... appear to have set off your alarm."

It's the very first thing out of his mouth, prompt and delivered cordially, though it's true Jor-El feels a bit like laughing at the whole situation, or at least smiling. He hadn't intended to be noticed, but to leave after causing such a racket without apologizing...

--However blatantly obvious his words, they're also a declaration of his actions. A half-apology, of sorts.

Moving his hands to clasp them behind his back, Jor-El steps out of the elevator properly, offering the woman the faintest of smiles. She was the first life-sign in the building, so he'd headed to her, in hopes she would be understanding, and provide a different sort of insight into such an interesting building (both inside and structurally).

Perhaps it was all for the best he'd tripped some secret alarm.

#imtryingathing

Gallifrey-- a planet well-renowned for nearly... everything. He'd expected (or hoped, at least) to visit, of course, someday, but to visit now, so soon-- it was incredible.Not without escort, of course. But to even be allowed access to the data and the labs... it was a chance he could never pass by.

He stands in one of those labs now, waiting patiently for his guide. Curiosity is ever his driving force though, and he cannot help but lean closer to a device lying on a clean tabletop to survey it with pinched brows, but not in any sort of distress. Merely a deep pondering on its potential purpose.

Deep enough he fails to notice he is no longer alone for a good while.

Faintest of smiles already on his face, abashed and polite all at once, Jor-El straightens up, bowing his head in deference to the woman before him.

"Lady Romana?"

〝 --Ah. 〞

Now that was an unforeseen consequence to his meddling with the buildings systems. He hadn't intended to set off the alarms, but the-- deed-- was done.

#imtryingathing #[jor-el needs to get it together]

alphalewolf

Goodbye, my son. Our hopes and dreams travel with you.

#kal el;#shesur;#collection: photos;

...

Whatever easy air was there is gone now, he can feel that much, and it sinks into something much more, no, not serious, as it already was, but solemn. It’s not easy to make Arthur, with so much experience, so many burdens, to feel young again, but here he stands like a child, puzzled and apologetic.

“ Arthur,” comes the reply, clear yet quiet all the same. “Call me Arthur.”