“Well I think we should go to that really great brunch place and perhaps you are thinking it is premature to be making breakfast plans when we are still eating din-”
It was embarrassingly evident that it took Kory a few seconds too long to realize that she was no longer gazing adoringly at the visage of her new friend. Rather, she was suddenly outside for some reason. In her pajamas with a bowl of half eaten cereal resting in her palm. Cinnamon Toast Crunch tastes best late at night, in Kory’s honest opinion, and she’d convinced Grace of this as the credits rolled across her screen. Yet, the second spoon was missing from the cerulean blue ceramic and Grace herself had vanished. Huh. Absently, Kory continued to bring her own spoonful to her lips, still managing to maintain her appetite as she regained her faculties. Holding the silverware between her teeth she finally noted the small congregation of bystanders gathering to gawk apprehensively at the towering, orange-hued woman. Forgetting momentarily that she was certainly not still in Central City – if the construction of the buildings nearest her were any indication – her friendlessness won out over the confusion. Popping the spoon from her mouth she used the utensil to wave kindly.
“Greetings! Might you be able to tell me where I am?"
But her answer was promptly delivered when her face flashed across a adjacent screen. It was a strangely pleasant surprise to watch the reel of her greatest accomplishments on earth. From her earliest days fighting alongside the Titans – and seeing her old friends brought a melancholy quiver to her lips – to her stint with the Outlaws. The dreamy slant to her lips gradually dropped when it became clear that the baritone narrator was not extolling her valor but rather condemning it. Your time today is meant to help you realize your own humanity and once again find your humility. Brows furrowed, Kory finally began to understand that this was potentially a dire situation.
Setting her bowl aside, she determined that gathering more information about where she’d been transported was the wisest course of action. Tilting her head back, she awaited the familiar blissful sensation that would envelope her as she was propelled into the air. However, she remained rooted to the earth. She glanced down at her feet, perplexed, and attempted to rise once more without success. Indeed, while Kory remained unharmed, the cords of power that normally coursed through her veins had been severed. "What this isn’t good…”
Swimming had always relaxed him, something about cutting through the water felt like flying, though without the constant tug of gravity trying to drag him back down to earth. The coolness of the water flowed around him as he turned and pushed off for another lap of the pool, anonymous amongst the others making use of the Met U baths. Growing up in a place as landlocked as Smallville he’d been delighted when he was first able to swim in the ocean off New Troy. Of course there had been Crater Lake, but that was very different.
He felt the pull before he could really pinpoint what the cause was, though no sooner had he stopped to tread water than he founf himself standing barefoot and dripptin the middle of a thriving city he had no recollection of. His face, and that of Kara, Clark and others flashed across a giant screen, mocking their actions and titles bestowed upon them by the people they protected. Kal could feel the effects of the red sun above almost immediately, the residual power from Earth’s yellow sun directing to his basic functions, effectively incapacitating all his solar powers.
Humanity and Humility. He could do the second without question, but he never could truly be human. Oh, he’d given up his powers before, but the threat of Zod had made him reclaim them and Jor-El hadn’t offered the opportunity again. Argo City, a place he’d never been, yet unmistakeably Kryptonian.
Reacting to the utternace at his side, he turned to the familiar, statuesque Tamaranian. He recognised her from his own world, but they hadn’t yet met in this... or at least the Earth. “I’m afraid we’re all powerless here.” He offered a hand, now only slightly damp, “I’m Kal. Kal-El, I suppose I should say here. But there’s another with the same name, so things may get confusing.”
