Day 38: Patients' Library

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The intercom rang out, disrupting what had turned out to be a rather pointless breakfast conversation, at least in Brainiac 5's eyes. He couldn't wait to put more distance between himself and Scar's blather of how logic, of all things, might not work the same way in this dimension. It was almost enough to make him believe that the man may very well have been a lion originally after all, as he'd never heard anything so very... ignorant and uneducated.

He quickly finished up the fruit he'd been nibbling on - he was no longer as hungry as he had been - and looked around automatically to see where Clark was. Unfortunately with the press of people around, some being led off to the library and others to the mentioned 'therapy sessions' - if that was what they really were - he had lost sight of the Kryptonian. Still there wasn't many places he could go, so Brainiac 5 would be able to catch up with him eventually to check on his condition and try and learn more about what had happened last night. That the Chapel had healed him - admittedly by passing his injuries to another - was interesting, but far more important in his eyes was what had happened to Clark and his powers. They hadn't been working correctly and that worried the Coluan boy more than he would normally have admitted. Without Clark's abilities... he wasn't sure what they would have to rely on in order to escape.

Another problem he would have to deal with was Grell... or, if he was to believe the notes on the bulletin board, the person pretending to be Grell. But that was going to require more careful planning before he made a move. Come to think of it, he had agreed to meet another in the library today on that same post that had sparked this whole mess. At least then he would have something of interest to look forward to, as he doubted any of the 21st century books were likely to be worthwhile to someone of his advanced intellect.

Following the nurses led him to what must have been the library; a reasonably large room filled with a range of archaic books on tall shelves, a few tables and chairs interspersed around the room. The Coluan boy couldn't refrain from wrinkling his nose in distaste as he entered the room, not liking the cumbersome books and the dust that he knew would have gathered on them; he much preferred the clean arrangement of his C.O.M.P.U.T.O. systems back in the Legion headquarters. It was much more practical then shelves and shelves of books on fictional worlds and dated information.

Trying to avoid as much of the room as possible, Brainiac 5 settled himself down on a chair to wait, keeping an eye out for a tall, dark-haired man with a red... something on his forehead.

[for Homura]

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This guy was definitely weird, she decided, but even if he was a perv, at least he seemed to have good intentions. And while it was pretty embarrassing to have someone giving her so much attention and flirting like that, maybe she could get used to it. Maybe. Believing he was actually genuine about his affection was difficult, but after that display, she had to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"You don't let up, do you?" Sakura said, though it was more in joking than actually berating him. She did smile a little easier though, despite how close the boy was sitting.

"I..." she didn't have to say much more than the basics, she reminded herself. That would be alright. Name, rank, that sort of thing. "I'm a kunoichi, that's a female ninja. I specialize in medical jutsu and taijutsu. So before I came here I usually took a support role in our missions."

That about covered it. "What about you? What do you do when you're not sexually harassing patients?"

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Kon blinked in surprise, looking Sakura over. "You're seriously a ninja? That is so freaking awesome!" He had no idea what the other stuff she mentioned meant except that she was also a doctor but he sure as hell knew what a ninja was. "That is seriously the coolest thing ever. So you're beautiful and you're dangerous, just the way I like it." If there was one good thing that had come from his relationship with Knockout it was an appreciation for women who could kick his ass or at least put up a good fight.

"As for me I'm a superhero. I'm on a team but I do a lot of solo gigs. I've worked with some of the really big name guys in my world too. In fact I'm actually supposed to be on a mission to save the world right now." Kon said proudly. He figured he'd let the sexual harassment dig slide, Sakura so didn't have a problem with his company. Sometimes girls (and guys) just wanted play hard to get and he was more than happy to work for their attention.

"You know, we'd make a killer team. Your skills and my powers, we'd be unstoppable! I bet you're amazing in action." If Sakura was anything like Robin when he was working it'd be way cool to watch her. She had the added bonus of not being creepy like Rob could be. Or maybe this was what Robin would be like without his mask and secret identity. Not that Kon was ever going to find out. That much had been made clear already. But who cared about him, Kon had a cute girl to talk to.

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Superboy apparently didn't have a quiet setting on his voice. She was used to it though, since neither did Naruto. The enthusiasm was cute, though she tried not to look too pleased by the praise. This one hardly needed the encouragement.

While she might not possess the same obvious sexiness that some of the other kunoichi had, or even the same body type as those damn sexy-no-jutsu clones Naruto was always coming up with, it was nice to hear that she could still manage to be 'beautiful and dangerous' like Superboy said. At least someone was recognizing her for it.

Since he'd proved himself in his own strange little way, she supposed she could do the same. She drew the razorblade she'd been hiding up her sleeve, letting a glint of metal show between her fingers just long enough for the boy to catch what it was and short enough that the staff probably wouldn't have caught sight of it. "Second shelf, third book from the right. The one with the red cover."

It was a fairly straight shot, no patient heads in the way or nurses to accidentally hit, though she'd have to keep that in mind for later. Targets that didn't move were pretty easy, and without much practice, the blade only went a little high, sinking in about a quarter inch into the book's spine. Hell yeah! that little inner voice shouted.

"How's that?" she smiled, just a little deviously. So maybe she wasn't totally playing by this place's rules, but Naruto and Sasuke weren't the only ones who could be bad-ass!

If possible, she'd pull it out on the way out of the room. If not, she had a few more in her dresser drawer from Renamon, along with the scalpels.

"So... in your world, people get to be heroic professionally?" she raised an eyebrow. She knew full well what it was to be a hero. And she knew that a lot of people tried to live that way, but she'd never heard of someone who did that for a living. Most people who tried to be heroic ended up dying young and usually in terrible ways from what she'd witnessed.

"Sorry," she said at last, "but I'm already on a team. I've got plans for tonight already, but I'll keep you in mind for another time... if you think you can keep up." She knew she was just leading him on, but it was really kind of... fun getting that sort of attention, even if she was only playing.

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Kon hadn't expected Sakura to just pull a knife out of her sleeve like that. While he knew ninja = dangerous he didn't think she'd be able to get away with carrying a weapon around let alone want to try. He guessed it was the whole 'always be prepared' mindset you got in people who did the hero thing without being invulnerable.

Kon's head whipped around as she threw the blade following it's path as it lodged in the exact book she'd specified. Letting out a low whistle he turned back to grin hugely at Sakura. "That's amazing! Remind me never to get on your bad side, babe." He knew other people who could make a shot like that sure, but that didn't make it any less impressive. Kon himself couldn't manage anything like that trick, he still hadn't even managed to catch an arrow in spite of all his practice.

"Yeah, where I'm from there's a whole bunch of professional superheroes like me. There are some who have secret identities and jobs and stuff but a lot of us are full time heroes. It's the best thing in the world." Even after traveling through Hypertime and seeing different worlds, Kon found it hard to imagine one without the JLA or any superheroes.

Sakura seemed to think it was weird there were full-time superheroes but he couldn't imagine being anything else. Even when he'd gone to school that had taken back-seat to being a hero, much to the teacher's disgust. But he couldn't help it he was made to be the next Superman, school just couldn't compare. Whatever she might think of the idea, Sakura would totally fit in back home. Give her a nice, tight, revealing costume and she could join Young Justice. Too bad she already had a team.

He wasn't sure if she was serious about working with him sometime or not but there was no way he could resist the challenge. "I can keep up if you think you can handle me babe. I may not be a ninja but my tactile telekinesis can take anything you throw at me."

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Okay, so maybe she was showing off just a little. She could always chalk it up to research. The razor, though tiny, wasn't too bad a projectile. It didn't do a lot of damage, but it was easy to sneak into a hem or a sleeve. She was nowhere near as accurate as someone like Tenten, but she still wasn't bad.

She could even understand a little of Superboy's description. The need to keep a secret identity, that was just like using their various jutsu for disguises. It was helpful in infiltrating the enemy's territory and totally essential in some cases. And there were double agents to consider too.

"Tactile telekinesis?" she repeated, only smirking at Superboy's other boasts. Telekinesis was usually just a ruse other ninja would use to intimidate their opponent. They'd use anything from strings to sound waves to chakra manipulate things into appearing as though controlled by some kind of telekinetic power.

"What is that, exactly?"

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The babe knew just the right questions to ask. "Tactile telekinesis is what gives me my powers." Kon told her proudly. "It lets me do almost anything. I can fly and I'm pretty fast," Not as fast as Superman or Impulse but fast. "It makes me invulnerable and gives me superstrength. That's just the basic stuff though. I can extend it to other people or objects and protect them from danger or I can use it to dismantle a villain's weapon before he even knows what hit him. If I can touch it then I can control it with my tactile telekinesis."

Kon seriously hoped Sakura didn't think to ask how he'd gotten injured if he was supposed to be invulnerable. He didn't want to admit that his TTK wasn't working right at the moment. That was sort of embarrassing. Even though he wasn't helpless even with his powers restricted it would be hard convincing her of that. Besides it was a minor problem at worst, he'd have it sorted in no time.

The first thing he'd do when he finally got his powers back would be to go flying. He'd never thought about it much before it was something he did all the time and not a big deal. But now that he couldn't anymore he really missed it.