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[a_simple_choice]

He stands outside, breathing, his eyes closed. Everything around him is loud, so very loud. It drove him from his room, and from the main room, and out to the middle of the dark fields

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[timsbooks]

Tim was outside, working on one of his projects.

It involved using the water to carve out a series of channels, almost like a blueprint. It's for something odd, don't worry.

But his head lifts at a familiar smell, and he turns his attention to Jor-el. And his eyesbrows raise.

"A Kryptonian. Amazing."

[a_simple_choice]

The sound is like thunder and he winces backward, eyes flashing up, instantly focusing in on the man's face, then his eyes, then his molecules. He gasps and claps his hands to his face and staggers backward a little further, breathing heavy. It is a few minutes before he can be calm again and he speaks quietly, eyes still closed.

"You know of my people, stranger?"

His voice is but a whisper and yet it comes as thunder to his ears.

[timsbooks]

Tim speaks, and it is soft. It is magic, softening it to a level that Jor-El can handle.

"I have known the children of Krypton, yes."

No need to mention the Kryptonite dice. Or the ones made from Kryptonian bones.

[a_simple_choice]

Yeah. Let's not mention those.

"I didnt know any others made it off my world. I would not have myself, save for this place... and now I find myself afflicted by whatever this madness is..."

He shakes his head, but slowly, eyes closed.

"Apparently natural, apparently normal for my kind, but confusing and quite out of my control..."

[devils_fear]

Matt's out wandering, seeking a little solitude but too restless to just sit out by the lake.

He hear's the other long before he comes across him and is a little surprised to find someone else out here. He also contemplates avoiding the stranger but as he gets closer there are signals in his breathing and heart rate that tell Matt that somethings not quite right.

He approaches the man allowing his presence to be known. "Didn't expect to find any others out here."

[a_simple_choice]

The crunch of footsteps warns him, the sound of footfalls like hundreds of feet. He staggers but marshals himself and the thunder of words is held and caught and resisted. His voice is still strained and quiet as he speaks and he does not look up, but speaks as he looks to the ground.

"Many walk the night... it is a place of quiet and peace."

[devils_fear]

"True." Matt agreed. He contemplates the man a moment and then taking a cue from him lowers his own voice, bare above a whisper. "Are you okay?"

[a_simple_choice]

"Not entirely."

Still that whiseper as he shifts slightly, and winces, as his foot sinks into the ground an extra half inch.

"I am finding it hard to adjust to a new situation I find myself in, and approaching it scientifically isnt working very well just now."

[mommywitch]

Piper touches him lightly on the arm. "Hello, Jor-El."

[a_simple_choice]

He blinks, and glances up, sometime aftert Tim and Matt have left.

His smile is faint, even as his eyes close immediately. The ehadache is still there, as is the hearing overload.

"Hello, Piper... can you whisper please?"

His own voice is a very light whisper.

[mommywitch]

She nods, not that he can see it.

"How have you been since I saw you last?"

[a_simple_choice]

"Ah, well...."

he tries not to sound agrieved.

"Seems as if this, this natuiral occurrance? Was the acclimation of my body to this envioronment.,.. which is ending up granting me powers? Over which, at the moment, I have no control."

he glances slgihtly at her, eyes cracked barely.

"It might have been better to let it go slowly, but... it is done."