She looks away a little awkwardly, shaking her head. "No. I.. thought about it, but then I realised that Match isn't-. He's kryptonian but he's not from Krypton." She looks back at me as I close the door behind me. "He isn't ever going to live on Krypton, or interact with any kryptonians other than Kal and I. I might as well just… Dress Earth."
Makes sense. Krypton is dead. Let it and its culture rest.
"They've got their own culture, and they weren't exactly…" She sighs and looks away again. "If a part of your culture you had absolutely no respect for was all that was left, would you bother going to see it?"
Daxamites are basically xenophobic kryptonian not-quite-Amish. I can see why she's not interested.
I frown. "No. What, didn't Jor-El put that information on his recordings?"
And how well would it translate into Earth calenders anyway?
He's been celebrating his birthday on the day he arrived on Earth ever since he arrive here."
He's been celebrating his birthday on the day he arrived on Earth ever since he
arrived here."
Kon smiles and M'gann waves happily to Kara with her right hand while Kon holds her left.
Aw, he brought his girlfriend to meet the 'family'...
"It's-. Kara, calm down." I enter the room and see a shirtless Kal-El sitting on one of the unoccupied biers. Bruises are appearing all over his torso, and I can see what are clearly heat vision burn slashes across his chest and.. face. And I think that's going to be a black eye. "It's just a few bruises. I've had worse before."
Sounds painful, but harmless for kryptonian healing. Catch a few rays before Monday morning, he'll be fine.
"I located a certain individual on Earth. They expressed a desire not to be contacted further. It appears that Kal-El managed to locate them."
<Facepalm> Kal... If a lady asks for privacy, you respect it...
"She didn't-" He picks up a new pullover and pulls it over his head, hiding most of his injuries. "-say." He looks around at each of us. "But don't worry. I'll get better in no time." He floats off the bier and onto the floor. "And.. I'm.. disappointed about it, but I got the message. I won't bother her again."
In other word: "Don't call me, I'll call you. Or not."
He walks over to Match's bier and looks does at his sleeping face.
He walks over to Match's bier and looks
down at his sleeping face.
"Match is now a flawless clone of my son. Physically, he is as Kal-El was during his fifteenth year. As best as I can determine his mind is healthy. His sleeping patterns match what my records say was normal for cloned kryptonians at this point in their development, and I have cross-referenced then with the records held by Har-Zod and with Cadmus. If there are any ongoing problems they cannot be identified by data currently at my disposal."
So, fingers crossed for luck...
"Of course. Don't be surprised-" The lights go off and the crystal begins being retracted from around Match's body. "-if he doesn't recognise you immediately. It may take several seconds for him to become fully cognisant of his surroundings."
I would at least have kept the restraints ready, but they do have OL there.
Match's eyes flicker, then open.
...and Panicked heat vision in 3, 2...
