[RL] [Taste of Ashes] (Pele and Kal-El)
It didn't work. Tatsumi wouldn't listen to him, and honestly, he can't blame him. So, he has to move onto Plan B, he has to move on to other people. If he can't talk them down, if he can't stand in the way of the oncoming storm, the least he can do is handle this the direct way. He's not god. He swears he's not. He can't stop people from dying, and he can't save everyone. But he knows by heart people need him, somewhere. And he knows he has to stop someone from going on a rampage.
Even with superspeed, Kal-El's too late coming into Hawaii. He'll have to be even faster. Already, there are smoke clouds brewing over the bays and green, green land. Already there are people choking on ash. He takes a breath, suspended in the air, and then he dives, down from his invisible perch in the sky. He has work to do, and an angry Goddess that needs to be talked to, needs to be stopped. By any means necessary.
"Pele. I know what you're up to. Stop this."
Kal-El's voice echoes, in the dimming yellow light. His red cape billows in the wind.
Even with superspeed, Kal-El's too late coming into Hawaii. He'll have to be even faster. Already, there are smoke clouds brewing over the bays and green, green land. Already there are people choking on ash. He takes a breath, suspended in the air, and then he dives, down from his invisible perch in the sky. He has work to do, and an angry Goddess that needs to be talked to, needs to be stopped. By any means necessary.
"Pele. I know what you're up to. Stop this."
Kal-El's voice echoes, in the dimming yellow light. His red cape billows in the wind.