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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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.