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When you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you | OPEN
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Kara Danvers knows loss. Of course she does. Her planet died; her family with it, with the exception of Kal. Most people would know him by his human name: Clark Kent.
But this...this is so much different. This feels like a heavy ache that refuses to do anything other than persist. It doesn't want to fade. It doesn't want to go away. It hurts to have been so much in love and to know that the sentiment was shared and still to be torn apart so cruelly. It's almost worse that he'd been so brave about it.
She'd needed some time alone. She'd needed to get away from everyone asking her if she was okay; she's not okay. She's not going to be okay with this probably ever. Even when she heals from what feels like a gaping wound in her heart, she's still never going to be okay with losing her first love the way she did. But maybe she can move on a little faster if she doesn't have an older sister and several friends hovering to try to make sure that she's all right. So Kara walked through the door.
...and when she immediately regretted her decision and thought better of it to head back, the door opened to nothing more than a wall. There had been punching of said wall. There had been feral screams of pent up depression and anger and raw emotion. There had been tears.
And then she'd walked away. Now she's roaming the streets of this new place, trying to decide whether it's the Universe's way of telling her she really does need this break from life or whether this is something more sinister. Tear tracks are mostly gone by the time she starts to see othe people walking the same street she is and she assumes she's further into town at that point. Seeing what's clearly a bar — Houndstooth, huh? — nearly sets her off in tears again because Mon-El worked in the alien bar and she has a ton of great memories with him in bars, but instead, she lifts her chin and pushes the door open, marching in with purpose. She can't drink her sorrow away but maybe she can knock back a drink or twenty and reminisce for a minute while she tries to figure out what the heck she's supposed to do with herself.
Well. That and bartenders and regulars tend to know a lot more than most people think they do, in Kara's experience. Maybe someone can offer her some insight. Worst case scenario, she can blow off a little steam. The alcohol hardly touches her, but she does get that little warm sensation in her cheeks and there's something weirdly comforting about that. In a pinch, maybe that'll do.
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What is this? Does this connect to a special app or something or am I just calling out into the ether?
Hello? Can anybody see this?
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I haven't been here long enough to be an expert, but so far it seems like an okay place to land.
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Oh hell no. I tried to shoot the damn wall with a grenade launcher. Didn't even crack the sumbitch
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Do I want to know why you carry a grenade launcher around? Or not so much?
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Tools of the job. I hunt monsters
[Hell, she's here. He figures monsters can't be that crazy an idea to her and if it is, it's not the first time he's been thought crazy.]
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[ She's not sure how she feels about that, if she's honest. Hunter sounds like such a harsh word. ]
You hunt "monsters" with grenade launchers often enough to have one in your trunk? What kind of monsters, if you don't mind my asking?
[ Because if he says anything that sounds like aliens, that doesn't bode well for this potential friendship, which is what she's obviously aiming for; she wouldn't still be talking to people if she wasn't looking to make friends while she's stuck here. ]
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Nah, I've never gotten a chance to use it before now, but I couldn't pass it up when I found it. Mostly I use knives, stakes, guns, that sort of thing. Demons, wendigo, vampires, occasional zombie. Things that prey on kids and innocent people.
[ Not aliens, not usually and only if they're hurting people. ]
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I mean, you're not just working on assumptions. Right?
[ Because that's important. Most people think that all aliens are bad because some of them are. Most people don't stop to consider the fact that some people are bad, but that doesn't mean running around killing all humans or trying to have them sent away or locked up is right; they don't all deserve it. ]
What made you decide to hunt monsters for a living?
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[ That is important, but it's regrettable that there's a dead person before they find out about the monsters. ]
My dad actually started it. I was about six and he'd figured out that one had killed my mom.
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Oh, I'm sorry to hear it. I didn't mean to pick at old wounds...
[ And now she feels bad... ]
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Nah, it's okay. I could have avoided the subject.
[ She shouldn't. It is an old wound, one that most of the time doesn't hurt so much anymore as ache and that's an ache that's always there whether she mentions it or not. ]
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I lost my mother when I was younger, too. Both of my parents, actually.
[ Technically, everyone. Krypton is no more. ]
It's not easy, but it's a pretty good motivator to be the strongest person you can be, I guess.
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Man, I'm sorry. That sucks.
[ At least he'd had his dad and his brother.]
Life isn't about easy, or something like that.
It was on a fortune cookie.
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That sounds like a really bleak fortune cookie if it didn't offer any advice afterward. Time to change Chinese food joints, stat. Make sure the next one you go to has better fortunes and amazing potstickers and you'll be in good hands.
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[ If only changing his future were as easy as changing Chinese food restaurants.]
Good life advice if I ever heard any. I'll start looking and I'll let you know if I find a good place.
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