RP Post - Kon Returns To The Titans
ooc: this takes place after Kon wakes up, his introductory post, and Kara's discussion with Dick and Tim.
Kon stood and frowned at himself in the mirror. He didn't look dead. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't decomposing. He wasn't desperately hungry for brains, which probably meant he wasn't a zombie. But his friends were adamant that he had been killed a year ago. That they'd seen him die.
What if he was a clone? Well, he'd always been a clone, and he'd even started to deal with that. But if he was a clone of a clone?
But he still had his memories. Most of them, anyway. Could there be some way to zap his memories into a cloned body?
Kon felt around his temples for stitches, as if he was a monster from an old horror movie. There was nothing.
Well. There was nothing for it but to let Tim figure it out. Tim always figured things out. Even if Nightwing did seem to be taking a hand in things now.
He pulled on his clothes, having brushed as much hay as possible from them, and wrote a note that he left on the kitchen table.
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In the skies above New York, Kon tapped his communicator, intending to contact Kory and find out where to rendezvous with the rest of the Titans. To start with, all he got was static. He stopped, hovering in midair, and shook it a little. "Kory? You there?"
Kon stood and frowned at himself in the mirror. He didn't look dead. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't decomposing. He wasn't desperately hungry for brains, which probably meant he wasn't a zombie. But his friends were adamant that he had been killed a year ago. That they'd seen him die.
What if he was a clone? Well, he'd always been a clone, and he'd even started to deal with that. But if he was a clone of a clone?
But he still had his memories. Most of them, anyway. Could there be some way to zap his memories into a cloned body?
Kon felt around his temples for stitches, as if he was a monster from an old horror movie. There was nothing.
Well. There was nothing for it but to let Tim figure it out. Tim always figured things out. Even if Nightwing did seem to be taking a hand in things now.
He pulled on his clothes, having brushed as much hay as possible from them, and wrote a note that he left on the kitchen table.
Hi Mrs. Kent!And then he ran out of the house, and zipped off to New York.
Sorry I used the rest of the milk.
Off to NY to see the guys.
Will shop when I get back.
- Conner
p.s. not dead
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In the skies above New York, Kon tapped his communicator, intending to contact Kory and find out where to rendezvous with the rest of the Titans. To start with, all he got was static. He stopped, hovering in midair, and shook it a little. "Kory? You there?"