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✹ Indie Kryptonian Clone OC ✹

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can u stop posting cringe @becauseitneedstobedone​

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     “I am baby.”

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while you all were busy being productive members of society, i became a cartoon hedgehog

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becauseitneedstobedone‌:

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    “What did I do now?”

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when @becauseitneedstobedone​ does something cursed

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xmarksthescott replied to your post: i cannot express how ‘i just want to bang my...

its bc she saw the baby nut commercial

language is a gift why would you waste it saying things like this

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i cannot express how ‘i just want to bang my fucking head against a wall for 6 hours’ klair has become over time

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i was cloned to suffer

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She doesn’t say anything at first. Klair has every right to be angry, to not forgive her. But maybe - just maybe - Kara could get her to just understand -

     “I DID die, Klair,” she finally says. “That wasn’t a ‘stunt’.”

She still has the scars on her chest to prove it.

 “I - I don’t expect you to forgive me, but will you listen to what I have to say?”

Kara fidgets with her flight ring, a nervous habit she’s picked up from her recent years in the Legion.

     “Oh, I believe you.” She replied, pointing a finger. “I believe that it took you a very long time to figure out you should use TIME TRAVEL to let people KNOW you were okay.” She was letting her composure slip slightly, but she remained steady. She was never one to explode with anger. “But no, you let everybody believe for a number of years that you were just gone. You’re a real piece of work, Kara.”

     Never in her life did she think she’d ever speak to the woman she saw as a sister like that. She’d gotten frustrated with her before, but this was different.“You should tell it to Clark. Unless HE also knew, and didn’t tell me either!”

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It’s not a fist to her face, and that’s a start.

    “Klair, I -”

There are no words that she can say to even begin explaining this. Dying wasn’t easy. Coming back was even harder.

She doesn’t expect Klair to understand that.

    “I know that I’ve been gone a while -”

Four years? Five? (It’s the time travel that makes it more confusing.) Kara could tell her sister about Mordru, about the Legion, about Querl. But maybe that’s best left till the end.

     “I just - I wanted to see you.”

     “Of all the STUNTS to pull-” She takes a deep breath, and makes a motion as if to show herself forcing it down. There was a LOT she wanted to say here, but that could wait. No doubt this was something to do with time travel- which only made Klair all the more annoyed about this. She crosses her arms, and gives the woman an unhappy look. “Well here I am, take a good look.”

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It’s easy enough to track Klair down. From all outward appearances, she hasn’t seemed to have moved much. Kara’s fist awkwardly hovers over the door, trying to find the courage to knock for what feels like the fiftieth time.

There’s no easy way to approach this. There’s nothing she can do or even say.

‘Hey sis, great news! Being dead wasn’t permanent!’

At least she had the foresight to wait till Aunt Martha had left.

After standing on the porch for what seems like an eternity, Kara finally lets her knuckles make contact with the wood.

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     Kara being gone. Not an easy concept to deal with, obviously. Klair owed a lot to her, literally down to the very DNA that made up her existence. Superman named her, but Kara accepted her as a sister- an action that meant the absolute world to a young and confused girl brought into the world without real purpose.

     She took it hard. Superman took it harder, of course, having the only other family from krypton he had go. It wasn’t easy on any of them, but they’d all learned to move on. Klair was no fool, she had the super senses to prove that, and could tell for an agonizingly long time somebody was waiting outside. She opened the door, and after a few moments of inspecting- she concluded this was INDEED the same Kara- right down to the very DNA.

     “-how dare you.”

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    “Let go of me!”

Lura enclosed both hands around her aunt’s wrist, attempting to twist out of her grasp.

    “I hate this FAMILY, I hate this CENTURY, and I hate YOU.”

     “No you don’t.” She didn’t budge much at all, kryptonian or not, she was a developing child compared to somebody who had never NOT had control over her full strength. “You’re going through a phase, probably just starting puberty even, and you’ll get over it and realize how silly you were to say that.”

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    “Do you really think? I don’t want to hurt his feelings but I think it’s mean to keep him waiting all the time…”

     “I’m sure he’ll survive.” Though with what she was gleaming, maybe he WOULD just drop dead at the very notion. “Look, can we... change the subject?”

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me getting on here and posting about how much i love klair 2 all of you

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when you were created to be a living WMD with power that rivals and even trumps several literal gods but also u just look like this