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[manofmetropolis]

Please. Let's not react so quickly.

[ He smiles, and holds up his hands. ] Things take practice, just as this will. With time, you will improve. If you doubt yourself already, then it will take you longer to progress.

We will take this one step at a time. I promise.

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[strenth_in_size]

[Have a mug shoved at you from a giant Panda.]

Here, drink this. It will help!

[manofmetropolis]

[ He...takes the mug, but looks at the contents carefully. It's already strange enough that he's being handed this mug from a giant panda. ]

And what is this?

[strenth_in_size]

In my experience, it is the answer to most of life's questions.

[He grins, pouring himself a mug from the keg hefted over his shoulder. He lifts his mug in toast before downing it.]

Drink, drink! You'll feel better, I promise!

[Well, that is if Kryptonians can get drunk off Pandaren beer.]

[manofmetropolis]

[ He looks from the mug, back up to the giant panda. Once the mug its holding is gone, looks back down.

Well, okay then...

Kal lifts the mug to his lips, and takes a drink. And then he pauses. When nothing horrible or life-changing happens, he continues to drink the mug dry. And he doesn't really feel any better. Whiiiiiiich he's going to assume is a good thing. ]

I'm sorry to say that I feel no different.

[strenth_in_size]

Hmm... Well, that just means, you need more!

[He grins and busies himself with pouring another mug for his red and blue clad friend.]

Interesting though. Usually only Dwarves can make it two-mugs in before getting completely smashed.

[One more mug of the finest Pandaren beer coming up~!]

[manofmetropolis]

[ Kal-el waits patiently while his mug is filled again. He gently takes the cup, before asking the question. ] Dwarves...?

[ Dwarves were just something he read from books when he was a child. But they weren't in reality, right?
At least he knows what smashed means.

In the meantime, he tips the mug back and finishes it off just as quickly. And..........still nothing. ]

I'm afraid it may take more than two mugs to have your desired effect on me.

[hippie_shifter]

[This gal's clothing looks like a cross of Haight-Ashbury circa 1968 and "gal from three farms away."]

Mun just saw your movie. Means all of us in her head saw what happened...

That was a lot for anyone to go through. No fun seeing bad guys lay waste to your home. Wasn't any fun seeing it happen to mine. That on top of all the other big shocks. Don't imagine you're a hundred percent okay, but how you holding up?

[manofmetropolis]

[ Now that he's never heard of before... ]

I assure you that what happened was not a movie. It was very real, as sorry as I am to say.

...But yes, I am okay. With everyone's help, Metropolis will rebuild.

[hippie_shifter]

[Looks a little embarrassed]

Sorry. Movies and books and stuff...Only way for someone in one universe to see someone from another universe, at least that's the way it works here.

Metropolis will rebuild, sure. How's Kansas, though?

[manofmetropolis]

...That I see. Then I must apologize. I am still quite new to the universes I see here.

Kansas is also doing well. It is my home now as ever.

.....And how are you?

[hippie_shifter]

[Hangs her head, looks a little guilty and confused.]

Doing okay, I guess. Came off a bad dust-up over on dc_nation. I think my home's going to be okay and rebuild...again, but it's not going to be the same. It's just a small farming commune out in California. We're pacifists. The whole idea was to try and reject the Might Makes Right notion and find another way.

And...there wasn't another way anymore. Not when a horde of undead and my teammate's demonic father show up. Being exiled for putting on a costume and fighting? I can...live with that, hard as it is. But when the bad stuff shows up regardless? That's worse.

[manofmetropolis]

[ He tilts his head to the side. ] I see. That sounds like a rather difficult position you're in. [ And maybe a little similar, too... ]

Rebuilding is very hard, and very taxing. But with time, you shall recover.

[hippie_shifter]

[bittersweet half-smile] Thanks, Mr. Superman. You really are a sweet guy.

See, my verse, the costumed fighters don't work alone. Not when the big stuff hits. They're teamed up with other folks that have strange abilities or who are just that determined to stand between innocent people and bad stuff that they go out there with sheer skill and guts. Team I'm with calls themselves "Titans."

Um...Names Aurora. "Fauna" when I'm on the job.

[manofmetropolis]

[ He smiles, and nods his head. ] And thank you in return. Your words are very kind.

The Titans? That's...interesting. I can't say I've heard of it, but it sounds familiar. Are you well organized?
And I also take it the system that you have worked out works very well during fights, then?

It's nice to meet you, Aurora. [ He smiles, again. ] I take it you already know who I am?

[hippie_shifter]

Little hard to miss the costume, sir. Pretty iconic. It really is a symbol of hope.

And the Titans? Well, teamwork's our best skill. We're not as powerful as a lot of the other teams, but most of the senior members of the crew have known each other from the time they were kids. And if you see a version of a guy in a blue and black costume calling himself Nightwing? He's probably one of the bravest, wisest fellows on the planet.

[manofmetropolis]

[ He can't help but smile at that. ] That it is.

They sound like very brave people. And you included, as well.

If I am ever to meet Nightwing, I will be sure to send him my regards.

[debts]

That has to be a first.

[manofmetropolis]

A first? A first for what?

[superman_two]

Even the biggest journey begins with that first step. I'm sure you'll find your way, son.

[manofmetropolis]

[ Oh, hi there! He's never seen something like this, before... ]

Thank you. I'm sure we'll be finding our way soon.

...Though, I must ask. Who are you?

[superman_two]

I'm Superman, of course. Though my friends call me Clark.

[manofmetropolis]

[ Oh, well... ]

...You are Superman? And they call you Clark Kent?

But you look nothing like me.

[superman_two]

Well, I admit, I've got a few more years on me...

[manofmetropolis]

...I apologize. It wasn't my intention to be rude.

How can there be more than one of us?

[superman_two]

Don't worry about it.

[He smiles.]

Dimensional counterparts. You get used to it.

[manofmetropolis]

I will. I have already seen others who are...related to me, in some ways. They seem to know me very well, though I can't say the same for them.

Is it safe for me to assume that you have faced this same situation as well?

[superman_two]

I've met a few other counterparts of myself before. Quite a few of them back when that Smallville show was on the air, and quite a few just in recent days.

[manofmetropolis]

I see. That is very interesting, indeed.

How does this work, exactly?

[superman_two]

Well, I could give an explanation involving parallel worlds and vibratory frequencies and things like that...

But I think the more real explanation has something to do with different media and different publication periods.

[manofmetropolis]

...Publication periods? You mean...

You were created some time before me, then. Would you say that is accurate?

[superman_two]

Right. I was either created in 1938 or 1969, depending on how you might count these things.

[manofmetropolis]

That is quite some time ago.

[ He smiles, and nods his head. ] You must be very wise, then.

[superman_two]

[An amused chuckle.]

Experienced, perhaps. Wise, I don't know about that.

[manofmetropolis]

Or perhaps both. You seem both very wise and experienced to me.

[ His smile turns into a grin. ] You don't think so?

[superman_two]

[He grins.]

I suppose some wisdom must come with age. If nothing else, I've certainly learned the wisdom of listening to my wife.

[manofmetropolis]

[ He can't help but raise an eyebrow at that. ] You are married? To who?

[superman_two]

To a most remarkable woman. I assume you're familiar with Lois Lane?