17192/Seeking Superman

Seeking Superman
Date of Scene:	15 February 2024
Location:	Hall of Justice - New Troy
Synopsis:	Kenesha reaches out to Superman for that first meeting, taking the initial steps of mutual friendship.
Cast of Characters:	Kenesha, Clark Kent

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Kenesha has posed:
Kenesha has run into one of the Kryptonians in the world, though she's had no luck with a follow-up with them. Now she's doubling up her efforts to find Superman, flag him down so to speak, to try and expand on the sharing of information.

This leads her to the Hall of Justice.

Stepping into the promenade, glancing around to see where the largest concentration of cameras are, she makes her way there and finds a bench she can park herself at. The woman looks a bit anomalous, a mix between Amelia Earhart and Indiana Jones, like she stepped right out of the 1940s, which helps her to stand out a bit.

Then she reaches into the satchel at her hip and withdraws a crystal about three inches long and half an inch thick. Pulling off one glove, she reaches up and flicks the crystal with the other. To most anyone else... nothing happens. To people that can hear above the normal spectrum.. it's a hauntingly beautiful melody, a chorus of voices in perfect harmony.

And she waits. Crystal held in her open palm, out in plain view of the security cameras. Kenesha waits.

Clark Kent has posed:
Superman was actually in Metropolis today. He had just returned from dealing with a minor Earthquake in the Pacific Ocean that would have caused massive damage to the Japanese coastline when he hears an incredibly haunting melody that was unique. Clark had never heard such a thing.

Half way between taking his boots off, and changing into his civilian guise, Clark pauses. Putting his boots back on, he quirks his head at an angle, and narrows in on that particular music.

Whoosh.

Floating down to the promenade from the blue skies of Metropolis, Superman looks down. The "flap, flap" of his cape being caressed by the wind today. Landing gently on the ground, he moves towards the bench where Kenesha was located.

"That was incredibly beautiful. Was it for my ears?" Superman smiles when he sees her, of course the smile had the warmth of Superman. Boy Scout.

Kenesha has posed:
Kenesha can hear when he arrives, standing from her spot on the bench and turning towards him with a smile of her own. "It is. A gift, or perhaps an olive branch, from my people to yours. And a hope for conversation. I'd love to learn more of what the Kryptonians are up to... and I can share what the Kherans have been doing as well."

She offers a wry expression, "Sadly, not all of it good, but I'm afraid my people haven't undergone the systemic changes yours have." She holds the crystal out to him, "But that is for you. It is a Kheran trio, one of my favorite songs."

A glance around the area, then back to him, "Perhaps we should take this to the roof, though? I expect this isn't a discussion for public discourse and well, you *do* draw a crowd." She flicks a glance to the crowds already gathering, snapping pictures, waving, calling out his name. Looking back to Superman, she chuckles softly, "The price of fame?"

Clark Kent has posed:
As Kenesha stands, Superman halts, several feet from her. Placing his hands behind his back in a non-defensive posture, he lets her know that he is not here to fight, but to listen. Not that that would happen anyway.

"A gift." Not a question. "Thank you. It was a wondrous gift, and I accept in the spirit is was given." So solemn and honorable. "I only regreat that I do not have anything to give you in return for something so priceless." With everything going on with New Krypton, Superman was slipping into his formal Kryptonian ways. Something he didn't know he could do so easily.

Looking at the cystal offered to him, Superman pauses. Then smiles. Accepting it with an outstretched hand, Superman nods solemnly. "Thank you. I am honored." A pause. "Truly." Truth. "I can provide you with information on what has been happening to my people. I appreciate what is happening with yours." A diplomatic way to put it, but he was being atruistic. "Thank you."

Shocked out of his reverie, Superman sheepishly smiles. Looking at everyone around them, he says, in a low voice. "Good idea. I will join you there." Turning to wave at everyone, Superman begins to float above the ground. Making sure to wave and smile and nod at EVERYONE, Superman then says, "It is nice to see you! Thank you! All is safe! Have a great day!" Then, with a wave over his shoulder, one last good bye, he moves to the roof.

Kenesha has posed:
Kenesha smiles again and gives a nod, stepping out of the way and waiting until the attention is focused solely on Superman before she just.. blinks out, reappearing on the roof of the Hall of Justice. Teleportation is handy!

She's there when he arrives and she has a half dozen more crystals that are shaded a light, almost icy blue with an inner golden glow. Smiling up at him when he approaches, she motions to the crystals, "These are.. not so much gifts, but they're for your people. These crystals are attuned to those who share genetic markers with Kherans... this includes Kryptonians. They'll start to glow when one is within a half mile radius.. they start to vibrate gently with closer proximity. Sort of a heads up that someone is hiding in plain sight." Kenesha flashes a quick smile and shrugs, "Anyways, I thought you and yours might like them. There aren't many Kherans on Earth, but we've been hiding here a very long time, so it can be pretty difficult to pick us out of a crowd."

Looking towards him, she offers, "I don't know how much you know about it. The Kherans are an off-shoot of ancient Kryptonians. All the terrible personality traits and arrogant beliefs included. Obviously, we're not ALL that bad, but a lot of them are. It's a process. Eventually there will come an enemy that truly threaten the Kherans and they will hopefully have to re-evaluate how they've been handling things."

Clark Kent has posed:
Landing on the roof, Superman shakes his head, "A price of fame, yes, but one I accept gladly to keep them safe from harm." Superman truly believes that. "You said a Kheran trio. Your favorite. It was beautiful. I want you to know I truly appreciate that you would offer me something so personal to you. That means a lot. Who were they?" His words were so sincere it was almost painful.

"Ah." Superman looks at the crystals, familiar with the technology, similar to Kryptonian tech. He nods, listening to her words, and absorbing everything. "Thank you." They would like them. He could ensure they were given to others that may require them from his friends and family. Trusted only of course.

"There are always a few that make it hard for the truly good people amongst our races. Kryptonians and Kherans. We have our allies and enemies. I would like to count you and your fellow Kherans as allies." A nod. "I am Kal El. Superman. It is an honor to truly meet you. I believe this is a great start to peace between our worlds. The next time we meet, I will have similar information about what we are doing as well. Quid pro quo, as it were." He smiles, not sure if Kenesha would understand the reference.

Kenesha has posed:
"That's understandable. When we first crahed here, we were likened to Gods and angels... treated as such. It was... well, we prefer to operate under the radar. Not that it's always easy to do so, and I think now it would be bestu if we were more open about our existence." Kenesha leans back and gives a nod, "Helestra, Jonos, and Daven. It's one of their older pieces. So far as I know they still sing. That crystal is... oh, almost as old as I am. So.. about 18 thousand years old, give or take a few centuries."

Reaching out a hand, she smiles, "Kenesha of Khera. Savant. It's a true pleasure to meet you as well. I cannot speak for Khera itself, they are still stuck in their conquering ways, with their own politics and idiosyncrasies. But here's to hoping that the rest of my people will learn what yours have.. how to co-exist without having to conquer." There's a tinge of sadness in it, she doesn't believe her people will change their ways any time soon. But she hopes!

"My people never intended to be on Earth, we crashed here after a protracted battle with a Daemonite ship. We've spent the better part of mankind's existence trying to protect them from the Daemonites. We may finally be closing in on the end of that battle, there are fewer and fewer attacks each year. I understand that you recently liberated a city of your own people.. that's truly amazing, and if we can do anything to assist.. please let me know. Our technology is extremely advanced, at times it borders on magic, though with some very distinct differences." And now she's nerd-rambling. Clearling her throat, Kenesha smiles, "Sorry."

Clark Kent has posed:
Superman chuckles lightly. "I remember that appelation. "Gods". I have been referred to as such, but I am just a man. A man that has gifts that can help others. I guess, if you think about it, that is as close as we can get to being called "Angels". Me, I am happy to just be called Superman." He grins and winks at Kenesha.

"Helestra, Jonos, and Daven. Thank you. I will treasure this, always." Superman places it within a secret fold in his cape. "Only 18 thousand years, huh? Well. Still young as the Universe reckons it." Was that a "Kansas" twang? An accent that was almost unrecognizable.

Kal El takes Kenesha's hand within his own. Strong, firm grip, but not too strong. He was a gentleman. He senses her sadness. Reflected in his own soul. "I cannot speak of New Krypton as well. We are simply citizens of planets much bigger than ourselves. I am simply honored to meet Kenesha of Khera. Savant. And that will be what will be."

"I never intended to grow up on Earth, either. Strange the similar reflection..." Kal muses with a smile. "No need to apologize! Thank you Kenesha. Savant." Unsure what to call her. "Thank you. I will let you know if you can help. I feel the same about your people.Please let me know if we can ever help."

Kenesha has posed:
"Yeah, not something we intended for or stick to. We're no more Gods than the Asgardians. We have our abilities, our technology, but that doesn't make us Gods. Or angels. Or anything really. But we do what we can to help. I stick to Kenesha for the most part. Savant is if there's something going on and codenames are being used. But I'm not exactly a known quantity, lets me enjoy a lower profile." Kenesha flashes a grin, "Though, to be fair, I'd probably be higher profile if I could fly, too. Not something I inherited, sadly."

Pushing up to her feet, she gives a small nod, "Yeah, only 18,000. I'm still curious to see if I'll survive the eventual heat death of the universe. Or who knows, maybe by then I'll have figured out how to reach the next dimension and I can just jump from place to place until the end of time. Could be fun!" Kenesha has no accent, in that she has ALL the accents, which really just muddies down into a non-accent. This is what happens when you speak too many languages!

Shaking his hand, her grip is firm, strong, but not challenging. "We are definitely well-met Kal El. I look forward to the next time and hopefully we can share more of each others' cultures. And I may have a better gift I can provide at that time as well."

Stepping back, she grins, "I've enjoyed watching mankind grow and evolve through the millenia. I look forward to seeing where they go from here. Where we all go from here. But please, don't let me keep you. I'm certain we'll meet again, and I will, thank you." Kenesha takes another step back and smiles, then teleports away!