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@katie-cadmus

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Intro Post.

Audio Log: Doctor Gabriel Stefano, T&D; 3-1[DATA CORRUPTED]

Experiment 31600, aka, Katie. Made from the DNA of Kal-el, backup for Superboy. Powers are the same as previous version and DNA template, however unlike superboy, she is susceptible to kryptonite. We spliced her DNA with Lois Lane's, just because we didn't have enough of Kal-el's left over, which likely explains the kryptonite failure. Overall, experiment success.

[Crash in background]

Oh good! Katie, good to see yo-

[strangling noises]

s̸t̵a̴y̴ ̸o̵u̸t̷ ̷o̴f̴ ̴m̸y̴ ̵w̷a̴y̴,̸ ̶S̵t̶e̷f̸a̵n̴o̴.̴

[recording end.]

#dc rp blog #dc comics #dcu #dc universe #dc rp #original character #superman #connor kent #young justice #clone

@konversation

AU IDEAA:

Stars of the City!Au

Katie and Konner are rescued from CADMUS at the same time during a SWAT style raid

In the wise words of Cinemawins "Once you're in the public eye, you're no longer a kid."

HIGH angst

Imagine Katie and Konner being walked out of the CADMUS lab by cops, looking kinda on-edge, paparazzi snapping photos of the twins.

:3

ooc. Ouguuhh i love thatttt<33

wanna do it?

@konversation

AU IDEAA:

Stars of the City!Au

Katie and Konner are rescued from CADMUS at the same time during a SWAT style raid

In the wise words of Cinemawins "Once you're in the public eye, you're no longer a kid."

HIGH angst

Imagine Katie and Konner being walked out of the CADMUS lab by cops, looking kinda on-edge, paparazzi snapping photos of the twins.

:3

*it was "take your kid to work" day at the Daily Planet. Some people brought pets, some infants, and a few disgruntled teenagers. Katie, however, was facinated. Clark had brought her, since clones might as well count as kids. He sat her at his desk so he could go copy some things, and she just sat there. Watching the lady across from her who looked so much like herself.*

- @katie-cadmus -

Lois has learned to catalogue strange things quickly. Today, the…..strange thing is sitting at Clark’s desk with her face.

Not identical. Not quite. But close enough that something in her chest tightens before she can stop it.

There’s a particular kind of stillness Lois recognises— the kind that comes from being told, repeatedly, to behave correctly or disappear.

She remembers being young and underestimated. It’s unsettling, seeing herself without the armour. Without the sharp edges earned over years of pressure and survival.

“Hi! I’m guessing you’re not here to steal my job. If you are, fair warning—I don’t share coffee mugs.”

“…I’m Lois. You already know that part, don’t you?”

*Katie nods, smiling.*

I'm Katie. Clark brought me.

“Katie, huh?” A smile curves, careful, but warm. “That’s a beautiful name.”

Lois tilts her head.

“It’s great to see you. How are you holding up? Did Clark explain what today usually looks like? Because this”— she glances around the bullpen —“….is the calm version.”

“Let me guess: he said something like ‘just sit tight, I’ll be right back’ and then vanished into another dimension of responsibility, right?”

Yeah, pretty much.

*she fidgets with a frayed edge on her shorts.*

He's told me a lot about you.

There it is.

That sentence lands heavier than it should, settling somewhere between ribs and memory. He’s told me a lot about you. Lois has heard that before—from interns, from sources, from people who thought they knew her through headlines. Never like this.

“I’m guessing he told you the good stuff. He probably skipped the parts where I’m stubborn, loud, and impossible to argue with.”

“….actually, important follow-up: did he tell you I make really good pancakes, or did he forget that part again?”

He told me that my hair is like yours. That sometimes you two argue but you almost always make up. And hes tried making me pancakes like you make them, but in the end they always get burnt and Ma has to help him.

*Katie laughs at the end.*

My older brother, Konner.. hes been reading me the stuff you write. I like it.

She doesn’t even pretend not to be pleased.

“I think my hair is iconic, so you’re starting from a position of strength. Does it get everywhere?Refuses to behave when you need it to?”

“Clark and I argue. A lot. Anyone who says otherwise is lying or hasn’t met us. But… making up matters. Anyone can fight—staying is the hard skill. It means that you cared enough to come back.”

Lois snorts at the mention of Clark’s attempt at pancakes.

“He burns them because he flips too early, or too late,” she says, immediately. “Tell him that. Ma Kent’s doing the right thing stepping in before the smoke alarm does.”

“Konner reads my work to you? That’s… really nice! I’m glad you like the work. Writing’s just… paying attention. Telling the truth clearly. If it helps you understand the world a little better, then I’m doing my job.”

“…You know—you don’t have to be just like me. Or him. Or anyone. But if you ever want to ask questions, or disagree with something I wrote, or tell me I got it wrong? You go right ahead. That’s how it’s supposed to work. You get to be you.”

Clark and Ma and Pa and Konner tell me that all the time! All because i like listening to stuff you write.

*She sighs.*

Do.. you like dogs?

Listening counts. Curiosity counts more. That just means you’ve got good instincts!

Dogs? Yeah! Big fan. Loyal, honest, terrible at personal space. Very relatable. Do you have one?

Yep! His name is Krypto. Konner says I keep him outta trouble, but hes a very good cuddler.

Konner’s right—you’re absolutely the responsible one in that equation. ‘Very good cuddler’ is how it starts. Next thing you know, he’s chasing helicopters.

Tell him I said he’s a good boy! Do you take him on walks, too?

Sometimes. Other times we run around the farm when its sunny outside.

*it was "take your kid to work" day at the Daily Planet. Some people brought pets, some infants, and a few disgruntled teenagers. Katie, however, was facinated. Clark had brought her, since clones might as well count as kids. He sat her at his desk so he could go copy some things, and she just sat there. Watching the lady across from her who looked so much like herself.*

- @katie-cadmus -

Lois has learned to catalogue strange things quickly. Today, the…..strange thing is sitting at Clark’s desk with her face.

Not identical. Not quite. But close enough that something in her chest tightens before she can stop it.

There’s a particular kind of stillness Lois recognises— the kind that comes from being told, repeatedly, to behave correctly or disappear.

She remembers being young and underestimated. It’s unsettling, seeing herself without the armour. Without the sharp edges earned over years of pressure and survival.

“Hi! I’m guessing you’re not here to steal my job. If you are, fair warning—I don’t share coffee mugs.”

“…I’m Lois. You already know that part, don’t you?”

*Katie nods, smiling.*

I'm Katie. Clark brought me.

“Katie, huh?” A smile curves, careful, but warm. “That’s a beautiful name.”

Lois tilts her head.

“It’s great to see you. How are you holding up? Did Clark explain what today usually looks like? Because this”— she glances around the bullpen —“….is the calm version.”

“Let me guess: he said something like ‘just sit tight, I’ll be right back’ and then vanished into another dimension of responsibility, right?”

Yeah, pretty much.

*she fidgets with a frayed edge on her shorts.*

He's told me a lot about you.

There it is.

That sentence lands heavier than it should, settling somewhere between ribs and memory. He’s told me a lot about you. Lois has heard that before—from interns, from sources, from people who thought they knew her through headlines. Never like this.

“I’m guessing he told you the good stuff. He probably skipped the parts where I’m stubborn, loud, and impossible to argue with.”

“….actually, important follow-up: did he tell you I make really good pancakes, or did he forget that part again?”

He told me that my hair is like yours. That sometimes you two argue but you almost always make up. And hes tried making me pancakes like you make them, but in the end they always get burnt and Ma has to help him.

*Katie laughs at the end.*

My older brother, Konner.. hes been reading me the stuff you write. I like it.

She doesn’t even pretend not to be pleased.

“I think my hair is iconic, so you’re starting from a position of strength. Does it get everywhere?Refuses to behave when you need it to?”

“Clark and I argue. A lot. Anyone who says otherwise is lying or hasn’t met us. But… making up matters. Anyone can fight—staying is the hard skill. It means that you cared enough to come back.”

Lois snorts at the mention of Clark’s attempt at pancakes.

“He burns them because he flips too early, or too late,” she says, immediately. “Tell him that. Ma Kent’s doing the right thing stepping in before the smoke alarm does.”

“Konner reads my work to you? That’s… really nice! I’m glad you like the work. Writing’s just… paying attention. Telling the truth clearly. If it helps you understand the world a little better, then I’m doing my job.”

“…You know—you don’t have to be just like me. Or him. Or anyone. But if you ever want to ask questions, or disagree with something I wrote, or tell me I got it wrong? You go right ahead. That’s how it’s supposed to work. You get to be you.”

Clark and Ma and Pa and Konner tell me that all the time! All because i like listening to stuff you write.

*She sighs.*

Do.. you like dogs?

Listening counts. Curiosity counts more. That just means you’ve got good instincts!

Dogs? Yeah! Big fan. Loyal, honest, terrible at personal space. Very relatable. Do you have one?

Yep! His name is Krypto. Konner says I keep him outta trouble, but hes a very good cuddler.

*it was "take your kid to work" day at the Daily Planet. Some people brought pets, some infants, and a few disgruntled teenagers. Katie, however, was facinated. Clark had brought her, since clones might as well count as kids. He sat her at his desk so he could go copy some things, and she just sat there. Watching the lady across from her who looked so much like herself.*

- @katie-cadmus -

Lois has learned to catalogue strange things quickly. Today, the…..strange thing is sitting at Clark’s desk with her face.

Not identical. Not quite. But close enough that something in her chest tightens before she can stop it.

There’s a particular kind of stillness Lois recognises— the kind that comes from being told, repeatedly, to behave correctly or disappear.

She remembers being young and underestimated. It’s unsettling, seeing herself without the armour. Without the sharp edges earned over years of pressure and survival.

“Hi! I’m guessing you’re not here to steal my job. If you are, fair warning—I don’t share coffee mugs.”

“…I’m Lois. You already know that part, don’t you?”

*Katie nods, smiling.*

I'm Katie. Clark brought me.

“Katie, huh?” A smile curves, careful, but warm. “That’s a beautiful name.”

Lois tilts her head.

“It’s great to see you. How are you holding up? Did Clark explain what today usually looks like? Because this”— she glances around the bullpen —“….is the calm version.”

“Let me guess: he said something like ‘just sit tight, I’ll be right back’ and then vanished into another dimension of responsibility, right?”

Yeah, pretty much.

*she fidgets with a frayed edge on her shorts.*

He's told me a lot about you.

There it is.

That sentence lands heavier than it should, settling somewhere between ribs and memory. He’s told me a lot about you. Lois has heard that before—from interns, from sources, from people who thought they knew her through headlines. Never like this.

“I’m guessing he told you the good stuff. He probably skipped the parts where I’m stubborn, loud, and impossible to argue with.”

“….actually, important follow-up: did he tell you I make really good pancakes, or did he forget that part again?”

He told me that my hair is like yours. That sometimes you two argue but you almost always make up. And hes tried making me pancakes like you make them, but in the end they always get burnt and Ma has to help him.

*Katie laughs at the end.*

My older brother, Konner.. hes been reading me the stuff you write. I like it.

She doesn’t even pretend not to be pleased.

“I think my hair is iconic, so you’re starting from a position of strength. Does it get everywhere?Refuses to behave when you need it to?”

“Clark and I argue. A lot. Anyone who says otherwise is lying or hasn’t met us. But… making up matters. Anyone can fight—staying is the hard skill. It means that you cared enough to come back.”

Lois snorts at the mention of Clark’s attempt at pancakes.

“He burns them because he flips too early, or too late,” she says, immediately. “Tell him that. Ma Kent’s doing the right thing stepping in before the smoke alarm does.”

“Konner reads my work to you? That’s… really nice! I’m glad you like the work. Writing’s just… paying attention. Telling the truth clearly. If it helps you understand the world a little better, then I’m doing my job.”

“…You know—you don’t have to be just like me. Or him. Or anyone. But if you ever want to ask questions, or disagree with something I wrote, or tell me I got it wrong? You go right ahead. That’s how it’s supposed to work. You get to be you.”

Clark and Ma and Pa and Konner tell me that all the time! All because i like listening to stuff you write.

*She sighs.*

Do.. you like dogs?

*it was "take your kid to work" day at the Daily Planet. Some people brought pets, some infants, and a few disgruntled teenagers. Katie, however, was facinated. Clark had brought her, since clones might as well count as kids. He sat her at his desk so he could go copy some things, and she just sat there. Watching the lady across from her who looked so much like herself.*

- @katie-cadmus -

Lois has learned to catalogue strange things quickly. Today, the…..strange thing is sitting at Clark’s desk with her face.

Not identical. Not quite. But close enough that something in her chest tightens before she can stop it.

There’s a particular kind of stillness Lois recognises— the kind that comes from being told, repeatedly, to behave correctly or disappear.

She remembers being young and underestimated. It’s unsettling, seeing herself without the armour. Without the sharp edges earned over years of pressure and survival.

“Hi! I’m guessing you’re not here to steal my job. If you are, fair warning—I don’t share coffee mugs.”

“…I’m Lois. You already know that part, don’t you?”

*Katie nods, smiling.*

I'm Katie. Clark brought me.

“Katie, huh?” A smile curves, careful, but warm. “That’s a beautiful name.”

Lois tilts her head.

“It’s great to see you. How are you holding up? Did Clark explain what today usually looks like? Because this”— she glances around the bullpen —“….is the calm version.”

“Let me guess: he said something like ‘just sit tight, I’ll be right back’ and then vanished into another dimension of responsibility, right?”

Yeah, pretty much.

*she fidgets with a frayed edge on her shorts.*

He's told me a lot about you.

There it is.

That sentence lands heavier than it should, settling somewhere between ribs and memory. He’s told me a lot about you. Lois has heard that before—from interns, from sources, from people who thought they knew her through headlines. Never like this.

“I’m guessing he told you the good stuff. He probably skipped the parts where I’m stubborn, loud, and impossible to argue with.”

“….actually, important follow-up: did he tell you I make really good pancakes, or did he forget that part again?”

He told me that my hair is like yours. That sometimes you two argue but you almost always make up. And hes tried making me pancakes like you make them, but in the end they always get burnt and Ma has to help him.

*Katie laughs at the end.*

My older brother, Konner.. hes been reading me the stuff you write. I like it.

*it was "take your kid to work" day at the Daily Planet. Some people brought pets, some infants, and a few disgruntled teenagers. Katie, however, was facinated. Clark had brought her, since clones might as well count as kids. He sat her at his desk so he could go copy some things, and she just sat there. Watching the lady across from her who looked so much like herself.*

- @katie-cadmus -

Lois has learned to catalogue strange things quickly. Today, the…..strange thing is sitting at Clark’s desk with her face.

Not identical. Not quite. But close enough that something in her chest tightens before she can stop it.

There’s a particular kind of stillness Lois recognises— the kind that comes from being told, repeatedly, to behave correctly or disappear.

She remembers being young and underestimated. It’s unsettling, seeing herself without the armour. Without the sharp edges earned over years of pressure and survival.

“Hi! I’m guessing you’re not here to steal my job. If you are, fair warning—I don’t share coffee mugs.”

“…I’m Lois. You already know that part, don’t you?”

*Katie nods, smiling.*

I'm Katie. Clark brought me.

“Katie, huh?” A smile curves, careful, but warm. “That’s a beautiful name.”

Lois tilts her head.

“It’s great to see you. How are you holding up? Did Clark explain what today usually looks like? Because this”— she glances around the bullpen —“….is the calm version.”

“Let me guess: he said something like ‘just sit tight, I’ll be right back’ and then vanished into another dimension of responsibility, right?”

Yeah, pretty much.

*she fidgets with a frayed edge on her shorts.*

He's told me a lot about you.

*it was "take your kid to work" day at the Daily Planet. Some people brought pets, some infants, and a few disgruntled teenagers. Katie, however, was facinated. Clark had brought her, since clones might as well count as kids. He sat her at his desk so he could go copy some things, and she just sat there. Watching the lady across from her who looked so much like herself.*

- @katie-cadmus -

Lois has learned to catalogue strange things quickly. Today, the…..strange thing is sitting at Clark’s desk with her face.

Not identical. Not quite. But close enough that something in her chest tightens before she can stop it.

There’s a particular kind of stillness Lois recognises— the kind that comes from being told, repeatedly, to behave correctly or disappear.

She remembers being young and underestimated. It’s unsettling, seeing herself without the armour. Without the sharp edges earned over years of pressure and survival.

“Hi! I’m guessing you’re not here to steal my job. If you are, fair warning—I don’t share coffee mugs.”

“…I’m Lois. You already know that part, don’t you?”

*Katie nods, smiling.*

I'm Katie. Clark brought me.

(Hii @katie-cadmus 's moddie here!)

(So i didn't recognize the character until i clicked on your account and OH MY WORD)

(I died laughing.)

(Cause imagine Talia. TALIA. and Katie.)

("Hi Ms Al-Ghul!!!" like..)

(Its perfect. thank you.)

ooc !

heyyyyyy !!! so nice seeing you in my inbox :) funny story, i found you on my lois sideblog and i was like 👀🤭

well that means there’s not one but two golden opportunities if you wanna :) teeheeee

can’t wait 🥰 !

(omg wait send me the @ for her! The only real interaction Katie has had with Lois is reading(?) the newspaper and stories the Kent parents have told her!)

#mod speaking #ooc

I'm guessing Clark is still flabbergasted that Katie is also Lois' clone so..

( @super-man-of-steel :3)

*Its night time. Katie is watching the sun go down outside, Krypto's head in her lap. Konner had braided her hair that morning, and shes trying (and failing) to undo it herself. She sighs, throwing the braid back over her shoulder.*

father/daughter father/clone bonding time, yay..!

super-man-of-steel

Clark knocked on the doorframe, alerting her to his presence. He carried a basket of laundry inder one arm. He smiled sheepishly, “Hope I’m not bothering you, Ma just asked me to take some laundry up to you.”

thanks. Just keeping Krypto from going after the cows again and trying to get this braid out..

*she picks at the hairtie again*

super-man-of-steel

Clark stepped forward and set the basket down onto the floor. After a moment of silently debating himself he offered, “Want help with that?”

sure.

*she shifts so her back is facing him*

super-man-of-steel

Clark sits on the side of the bed, the mattress dipping. He examines the hair tie and carefully shimmies it off. He’s done this for Lois a few times, when she falls asleep at her desk with her hair still done up. He briefly wonders if Jon will ever grow his hair out like this. Katie’s hair is thick and straight, just like Lois’s. Clark’s hands delicately brush through the unraveling braid. Lois. He’d told her about Katie the moment he found out about the girl. They were still figuring out when to introduce the two. Lois had practically worn down her office rug with her pacing every time Katie was mentioned. It felt like every night Clark would awake to her soft footsteps, amplified tenfold by his hearing. They’d argued about the situation a few times, tensions boiling over from both’s discomfort at the whole thing, but it wasn’t anything they couldn’t sort out together.

“Your hair is just like Lois’s,” He decides to break the momentary silence.

You mean.. the lady i was cloned after..?

*katie goes quiet for a beat.*

I've read some of the stuff she writes.. well more like i asked Konner to read me her stuff. I'm still catching up on that.

super-man-of-steel

Clark faltered. Katie couldn’t read? He never thought too hard about how the kids made in Cadmus were taught. Clark was abruptly aware of how his ribs seemed to tighten with each breath, the sinking feeling in his gut slipping from his diaphragm to his stomach like a heavy stone in a serene pool. He never thought. Never. Not with Konner, and not with Katie. Did Konner have to teach himself to read? Did someone else step up because Clark wasn’t there to help? He— Clark took a deep breath. Katie had been through enough, the kid didn’t need to deal with Clark’s guilt-stricken breakdown. He could deal with that crisis later.

Instead of dwelling on the fact that Katie was learning to read, Clark resumed braiding and asked, “Yeah? What do you think of it?”

shes really good at it.. writing about you and Konner.

*She scratches at Krypto's head, smiling.*

And.. i saw a photo of her once. Shes really pretty. Ma said i look a lot like her, but i don't see it. We have the same hair, right?

#🌾 katie cadmus #connor kent #dc comics #clone #original character #katie kent #dc rp blog #dc rp #dcu

Open RP: Ornaments

*Katie wandered around the christmas shop with [your character's name :3], eyes dazzling with the numerous number of lights. It was her first December outside the lab, temperatures dropping and the Holiday season rolling around. The duo had a single goal: find a "Baby's first Christmas" ornament to put on the tree in the Kent farmhouse for Katie.*

@konversation @super-man-of-steel @r3d-robin @jonathankentt @/anyone else!

:0!! I still can’t believe it’s your first Christmas Katie… have you reeeeally never gone Christmas shopping before?

He says as they walk through the snowy streets under twenty layers of clothing thanks to their dad being paranoid that they’d get sick.

*she shakes her head.*

No, i haven't.. although Tim did get me that comfy sweater once, if that counts.

( @jonathankentt )

Open RP: Ornaments

*Katie wandered around the christmas shop with [your character's name :3], eyes dazzling with the numerous number of lights. It was her first December outside the lab, temperatures dropping and the Holiday season rolling around. The duo had a single goal: find a "Baby's first Christmas" ornament to put on the tree in the Kent farmhouse for Katie.*

@konversation @super-man-of-steel @r3d-robin @jonathankentt @/anyone else!

#clone #connor kent #dc comics #dc rp #dc rp blog #dcu #superman #original character #katie kent

Voice Claim for Found Earlier!Katie:

The baby in this. Also any adorable baby/2 year old. :3

@konversation @r3d-robin

#clone #connor kent #dc comics #dc rp #dc rp blog #dcu #superman #original character #mod speaking #katie kent #Youtube

I'm guessing Clark is still flabbergasted that Katie is also Lois' clone so..

( @super-man-of-steel :3)

*Its night time. Katie is watching the sun go down outside, Krypto's head in her lap. Konner had braided her hair that morning, and shes trying (and failing) to undo it herself. She sighs, throwing the braid back over her shoulder.*

father/daughter father/clone bonding time, yay..!

super-man-of-steel

Clark knocked on the doorframe, alerting her to his presence. He carried a basket of laundry inder one arm. He smiled sheepishly, “Hope I’m not bothering you, Ma just asked me to take some laundry up to you.”

thanks. Just keeping Krypto from going after the cows again and trying to get this braid out..

*she picks at the hairtie again*

super-man-of-steel

Clark stepped forward and set the basket down onto the floor. After a moment of silently debating himself he offered, “Want help with that?”

sure.

*she shifts so her back is facing him*

super-man-of-steel

Clark sits on the side of the bed, the mattress dipping. He examines the hair tie and carefully shimmies it off. He’s done this for Lois a few times, when she falls asleep at her desk with her hair still done up. He briefly wonders if Jon will ever grow his hair out like this. Katie’s hair is thick and straight, just like Lois’s. Clark’s hands delicately brush through the unraveling braid. Lois. He’d told her about Katie the moment he found out about the girl. They were still figuring out when to introduce the two. Lois had practically worn down her office rug with her pacing every time Katie was mentioned. It felt like every night Clark would awake to her soft footsteps, amplified tenfold by his hearing. They’d argued about the situation a few times, tensions boiling over from both’s discomfort at the whole thing, but it wasn’t anything they couldn’t sort out together.

“Your hair is just like Lois’s,” He decides to break the momentary silence.

You mean.. the lady i was cloned after..?

*katie goes quiet for a beat.*

I've read some of the stuff she writes.. well more like i asked Konner to read me her stuff. I'm still catching up on that.

Would it be funny for Katie to get one of those "baby's first christmas" ornaments and when the cashier asks who its for Konner/Clark/Tim gestures to Katie?

@konversation @super-man-of-steel @r3d-robin

#clone #connor kent #dc comics #dc rp #dc rp blog #dcu #superman #original character #mod speaking #katie kent

I'm guessing Clark is still flabbergasted that Katie is also Lois' clone so..

( @super-man-of-steel :3)

*Its night time. Katie is watching the sun go down outside, Krypto's head in her lap. Konner had braided her hair that morning, and shes trying (and failing) to undo it herself. She sighs, throwing the braid back over her shoulder.*

father/daughter father/clone bonding time, yay..!

super-man-of-steel

Clark knocked on the doorframe, alerting her to his presence. He carried a basket of laundry inder one arm. He smiled sheepishly, “Hope I’m not bothering you, Ma just asked me to take some laundry up to you.”

thanks. Just keeping Krypto from going after the cows again and trying to get this braid out..

*she picks at the hairtie again*

super-man-of-steel

Clark stepped forward and set the basket down onto the floor. After a moment of silently debating himself he offered, “Want help with that?”

sure.

*she shifts so her back is facing him*

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