[Continued from here, not to be too confusing or anything.]

Smallville gymnasium.
Teen Titans.
A little peice of hell is unleashed.Kon-El rose from the floor. His face was flat and emotionless as he surveyed what was before him. Scattered children, unimportant. The Titans ( Read more... )

The gym shook. The music came to a halt and there was a roar like something out of a bad B-Movie ( Read more... )

(Still waaaaaaaay on bendy time, folks, and past tense at this point. - M)School dances. Now this was something she never had the chance to do often. Sure, a some braver boys after missions had asked, and she actually made it to a few. Most of those times there would either be a very huffy redhead trying not to care or one with a cute local girl ( Read more... )

(OOC note: Plot still in bend-y time ( Read more... )

So…this is uncomfortable.Cassandra Sandsmark looks to her right and then looks to her left. On her left, and slightly under her, is Conner Kent - also known as Kon-El, also known as Superboy. He’s the love of her life. Next to him is his Uncle Jonathan, a man who is watching over Kon for Superman. On Cassie’s right is her mother, giving Cassie ( Read more... )

After the pre-arranged phone call kicking off the next phase in the plan, Conner hurried outside, stepping into his tennis shoes in mid-leap from the porch (thank you, tactile-telekinesis).

"Uncle Jon!" he called out, "We're on."

This plot takes place in a sort of bendy time way due to players schedules and therefore is going to take place time wise around different plots that are on going or have passed. Thank you for your understanding. - MThere's a lot of corn and soybeans out here...lots and lots and lots. Still, it's hard to get over the mystique of "this is where ( Read more... )

Cassie Sandsmark paces around her living room, nervous. She’s got her latest History paper clutched in her hand, with a broad A+ written across the top, and she’s practicing her best Mommy-I-love-you smile. The last time she’d had one of those plastered on her face, she’d asked her mom to let her get her belly button pierced. That time, she’d been ( Read more... )

There were times when Connor Kent thanked whatever diety watched over half-human, half-Kryptonian teenage clones (and what a specific portfolio that was, really) for the endurance he'd inherited from his cousinUp all night, talking to Cassie on the phone, working out the plan. Then school, a full day, and a paper he'd only half-written, that he ( Read more... )