the wall between gods and monsters; catch all for Hernan and Old Man Bruce

[sonofzod]

WHO: Hernan Guerra ( Superman ), Bruce Wayne ( the old one ) and friends
WHEN: Middle to end of January
WHERE: Etraya + Potentially Tower of Justice
WHAT: Kryptonite discovery aftermath; Bruce hiding from avoiding his kids with varying degrees of success.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Talk about murder, death, and violence mention.

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[sonofzod]

[ Is this man okay? ]

That is unfortunate.

[ Though the statement seems sympathetic, Hernan honestly sounds kind of dismissive. ]

Well, I can assure I am not a ghost.

[badfengshui]

It's ... it's true.

[ But that's as much as he fights the dismissive sound of his tone. ]

I know. You don't make my head bleed.

[ Anyway. ]

... what are you doing?

[sonofzod]

[ But he could. If Henry asked nicely. Something Hernan decides wouldn't be smart to say. This guy doesn't seem to be in a joking mood. ]

I am looking for uninhabited places in Etraya.

[badfengshui]

Why?

[ If a question mark could manifest over his head, it would. ]

[sonofzod]

[ Why? Hernan isn't entirely used to being questioned. At least not by anyone not named Lois Lane. Hernan doesn't feel particularly inclined to answer. ]

Who are you?

[badfengshui]

Oh.

[ Right. He's being rude asking questions without introducing himself. ]

I'm Henry. [ He holds his hand out. ] And you are?

[sonofzod]

[ Henry. A name and face he Hernan files away to be remembered. If only because the strangeness of him intrigues. ]

Superman.

[ Hernan could have given his birth name. He's not opposed to people knowing it. No one but the people closest to him call him Hernan anyway. If he's feeling inclined, he might give this stranger that kind of info. But he'll keep it for now. He accepts the handshake. His is firm and self assured. ]

[badfengshui]

[ Henry processes what is said to him. It feels important, especially with what Superman said earlier, but he can't quite make sense as to why.

In any case, he appreciates the handshake. It's a bit of a deadfish handshake, but he does tighten his grip at the end like he realizes that they're shaking hands. He offers a very faint smile before his expression fades to its usual blank. ]

Nice to meet you.

[sonofzod]

What is wrong with you?

[ Very to the point. ]

[badfengshui]

[ He blinks.

Is something wrong with me? Maybe. I don't think anything is wrong. I'm afraid to go to sleep where I will wake up. If this is someone's dream, it doesn't feel like it and yet it doesn't feel real. How is any of this real? Or maybe I'm the one whose asleep and dreaming this -- but I've never been that creative even in dreams.

Staring at him, his expression remains blank as he goes through his thoughts before answering: ]

I don't know... I don't think anything.

[sonofzod]

[ There is nothing off that Hernan's vision can pick up on. But he looks Henry up and down anyway for some kind of sign that this he is unwell. ]

Are you drunk? [ Asked despite not smelling any alcohol. ]

[badfengshui]

No.

[ Finally, a small shake of his head. ]

[sonofzod]

Then why are you acting so strange?

[ He sets his cup aside and looks up at Henry pointedly. ]

[badfengshui]

Am I?

[ Uh oh. ]

I didn't think so.

[sonofzod]

You are. Are you afraid of something?

[badfengshui]

[ Maybe --

He holds his hands out as he starts to gesture, but it's robotic and slower than he actually feels his mind going. ]

There were holes in my apartment. And voices were coming through them. When I entered them, it went to other worlds where people died. I don't -- I haven't seen any of them here, but -- [ He glances towards one of the walls. ]

I don't feel like I'm dreaming.

[sonofzod]

Because you are not, my friend.

[ His expression softens somewhat, now that he has some idea of what's going on with this guy. Clearly nothing good. ]

Have you just arrived?

[badfengshui]

Guess not.

[ He agrees before drawing his gaze back to him. ]

Yeah... you're not the first person to ask... is it that obvious?

[sonofzod]

A little. You're stumbling around like you are lost.

[ Not that Hernan's an expert, but he can fly the entirety of Etraya in a few moments, so he probably has a better idea than this guy does. ]

[badfengshui]

No, that's just me.

[ It might be his attempt at a joke or maybe a serious statement. He isn't quite sure himself. Maybe it's up to if the person laughs or not... ]

[sonofzod]

[ He doesn't laugh, but he does take it as a joke. ]

This place is dangerous then. You should pull yourself together.

[badfengshui]

[ Henry thinks that's good advice, but he doesn't know how to do that anymore. He started questioning where he got his shoes and if he even remembers where he bought them. The memories he had about his childhood even became muddled. ]

How?

[sonofzod]

First, by learning your surroundings. Find a place to live. The apartments are in Alexandra. The rest? Figure out yourself. I'm not a tour guide.

[ He turns back to his map. ]

[badfengshui]

Ah... right.

[ That was kind of rude of him to ask in retrospect.

Henry opens his mouth to say more, but it seems like the man is focused on the map. He shuffles his feet awkwardly as he mulls over if he should say something or not. ]

Thanks... [ The sentiment is sincere even if he isn't sure it sounds that way; his voice never really shifts in tone or puts much emphasis on what is being said. His eyes roll up and slide along the ceiling. ] ... bye.

[ He makes a face - miniscule as it is - at the farewell. It feels awkward and sounds awkward to his ears. But it's said! So! He stares at the table for a beat longer then shifts around to leave.

His eyes widen as he turns around to look at the cream that he brought from his apartment sitting on the table. Uh - no, it's fine. Another shuffle and he continues on his way to go. ]