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[falsesmile]

Who: Ves (falsesmile) and general!
When: Day 6, afternoon
Where: The Ruined Hull
What: General exploration post!

[ The Ruined Hull has been unlocked! The go-team has been in the area for a while, the stay-team members who are so inclined have probably meandered over here somehow by now -- time to go exploring, but keep an eye on those suit power levels ♥ ]

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[anewhope]

[ He shrugs, holding the samples easily in his hand. ]

I might let Bruce take a look at it.

[ Bruce did figure out how to use kryptonite creatively. ]

[ceruleo]

[ A blink. ]

Uh, which one's Bruce again?

[ They're a small group, but that doesn't mean Lance has gotten acquainted with all of them. ]

[anewhope]

[ Clark hesitates long enough to be awkward. Clark knows the Batman and Bruce Wayne, but other people would not. And he isn't sure how Bruce is addressing that with the rest of the group. ]

He's slightly shorter than me. One of the older people here. Very . . . intense looking.

[ceruleo]

[ Lance purses his lips. He'd been kinda hoping for a description he could, you know, ID the guy with? Is he blonde? Eye colour? No...? OK. ]

'Intense' looking...how?

[anewhope]

[ This is hard. Clark is still on the fence when it comes to Bruce and has a hard time fully describing the man who plotted his murder in vivid detail. ]

I'm not sure how to explain it. And . . . I don't know him that well to say much else. You can't miss him though. He'll be the one who pushes himself to the extreme.

[ceruleo]

[ There's a long pause as Lance waits, expectantly, for more to come.

More doesn't come. ]

That's it? Clark, my man, what colour is his hair? His eyes? Anything...?

[anewhope]

[ Clark blinks before realizing what he had said. ]

Oh. Black hair . . . brown eyes.

[ceruleo]

[ Lance nods, still not sure he'd be able to pull Bruce out of a lineup, but then again, there are only, what twent-five of them? ]

Alright, so. Black hair, brown eyes, scary intense face, got it. [ He grins, mischievous. ] If I see anyone matching that description I'll tell him Clark said he was old!

[anewhope]

He is older than me.

[ At Lance's casual humor, Clark relaxes, losing the strange uncertain edge to his voice. ]

Honestly, he'd probably be surprised I mentioned him at all.

[cerulion]

Why? Are you guys not...friends?

[anewhope]

We're complicated.

[ Which seems like a leadup to some torrid romance, but Clark finds it fits. ]

But I trust him to do what's right for the people here.

[ceruleo]

[ It does sound like the lead-up to some torrid romance. ]

Whoa! How 'complicated' are we talking? [ Like Facebook complicated??? ] Did you guys like...date?

[anewhope]

[ Clark chokes on air, unable to help himself. His expression is bemused though. ]

Complicated in the sense that he hated me.

[ceruleo]

[ Lance opens his mouth to respond, then it clicks shut. ]

Oh.

[ Well that's, uh. Lance's expression twists into more of a frown. ]

Because you aren't human? [ They've had this talk before, haven't they? ] Because he was afraid?

[anewhope]

[ Clark's eyes soften and he reaches out to touch Lance's shoulder, squeezing it. Clark doesn't do personal contact often. He is a restrained individual, but for Lance, he wants to show a little of his gratitude. ]

A lot of people were afraid. They have the right to be.

[ceruleo]

[ Lance leans immediately into the hand, but his expression doesn't soften. ]

Well yeah, everybody's afraid sometimes! That doesn't give anybody the right to treat other people--that includes you, by the way--like crap!

[ He crosses his arms. ] Whatever, I'm sure this Bruce guy is a total jerk anyway.

[anewhope]

[ His lips quirk and he wonders if he should defend Bruce's honour here, though Clark is more than sure he can defend himself. Still, he does attempt to soften the blow. ]

Why don't you wait until you meet him and decide for yourself.

[ceruleo]

[ Every theatrical, Lance throws his hands up. ]

I guess. [ He starts walking, clearly expecting the other man to follow. ] C'mon Clark, let's go check out that crystal thing.

[anewhope]

[ Smile still playing on his lips, Clark wisely follows Lance. ]