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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."

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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.

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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.

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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..."

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"Two did, in my time."

Possibly more, but that's only if you count all the other Earths.

"There are ways to control it. It is, of course, easier to learn if you grow into it with time."

He lifts a hand.

"And, such things could eb arranged, if you wished."

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"What do you mean?"

He is interested but confused as he listens.

"How, once it is done. These powers or abilities are upon me in full."

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"And I can lessen them, through my own powers."

Kryptonians are notoriously weak against magic.

"Give you tiem to adjust, at your own speed. If you so wish."

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"How so? I do not understand. It is more... magic?"

The witches have somewhat soured him to that, if truth be told, for all of their well-meaning.

"How does one put horse back in the barn when the barn is burned down?"

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"Magic."

Tim waggles his fingers.

"I'm made of it."

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"Ah.... but... I guess I am not understanding. What would you do?"

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"I would bind your powers, and give you the ability to increase them as you gained control of them."

A smile.

"Wouldn;t do for your heat vision to go off before you know it exists, would it?"

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"Is that what the heat from the eyes thing is called? I think that happened once already, in the bathroom this morning..."

He shakes his head.

"And the binding would loosen as time went on and I learned?"

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"Yup."

Tim raises a hand.

"On my honor."

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"I am... not certain."

he looks uncomfortable.

"My world had no magic that I know of and I am not... exactly .. comfortable with it..."

he sighs, thinking.

"I am afraid I must decline... but I thank you for both the offer and the thought that went to it. Such consideration is a good thing and an admirable one."

He gives a jerky sort of nod.

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Tim nods.

"Let me know if you change your mind, House of El."

And he is gone.

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He blinks... and looks around, immediately regretting it as his vision goes nuts. He sighs and continues to concentrate.