<div class="floatleft">(http://static1.squarespace.com/static/5499ff2ce4b0b85c868a2158/t/556fb05ae4b01eeb36c217a6/1433383003661/)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Arthur Curry/Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Atlantean Empire.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 21:59<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>M'gann.<br/><strong>Theme Music:</strong>Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Summary:</strong>Orin is surprised by M'gann's massive info-dump, but starts at the mention of a Superboy clone. He answers M'gann's question quickly, then presses for more information on Connor...<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Honestly, he should have seen it coming. Whenever you asked M'gann a question as open as "what's been happening recently," or "is there anything interesting going on at the moment," you always got a massive ramble of an information-dump just hurled at you in one long rant, whether you actually asked for it or not. He didn't overly mind - he tended to be relatively taciturn in most situations, lectures notwithstanding, so her rambling helped fill some long silences - but it was a hell of a job to try and keep up with. There was so much to digest; first off, M'gann was using her powers to make her some extra money on the side...that was good. She needed an outlet that she was good at, and if she could do things that others couldn't, why not make sure that she had a steady stream of money coming in? He never got why people disliked people with powers using them to hold down a lucrative job. It was only unfair because they didn't have the powers; if the roles were reversed, they'd do the exact same thing. Singers, artists, athletes...all of the top ones could do things most other people couldn't. It was just taken to more logical extremes with Supers. So that, at least, he was happy with; she had friends and a steady job and - from the sounds of it - one that she actively enjoyed, if the feelings of pride, warmth and joy radiating from her was any indication. He wasn't about to admonish her for doing something she loved as a way to de=stress and ensure that she always had enough to eat and live in comfort. She needed and deserved it, after all that she had been through. Honestly, impersonating singers and actresses and whatnot made sense with her shapeshifting ability, and it meant that she could channel her abilities in a constructive manner rather than just having to bottle them up whenever she wasn't using them. That kind of pressure wasn't healthy, being able to do something and having to hide it. It really wasn't all that pleasant.<br/><br/>The bigger news - the one that made his entire brain screech to a halt - was the news of "Connor." Obviously he'd heard of somebody exhibiting similar abilities to Superman having recently appeared in the city, but he'd always just chalked it down to coincidence, or maybe even just another alien having crashed to Earth or something...but a<em>clone?!</em>He'd never heard of Cadmus before, but if he had the ability to clone Superman, then that was worrying. Not only did he presumably have access to Superman's DNA and the technology to reproduce an entire body from it, but he was able to grant consciousness as well? If this Cadmus decided to unleash these clones for his own good...that would be bad. And as strong and technologically advanced as Atlantis was, in its current state he doubted it could handle an army of Supermen, even with their advanced grasp of Magic. Could that be the Doom Foretold by the Oracles? He pursed his lips a little. A<em>Clone</em>of<em>Superman.</em>He'd need to investigate this<em>thoroughly</em>for his own good, as well as Atlantis's. This could be very good...or very,<em>very</em>bad, especially since if this "Superboy" had access to Kal-el's memories...he'd know that Orin promised his support and didn't show up. That could be an awkward first meeting. Well...at least he was warned, now. No nasty surprises for him. At least, hopefully not. He glanced at M'gann. He'd need to ask her some rather pointed questions on the matter, and though he wanted to use this time to chat...the revelation that there was a<em>clone</em>of<em>Superman</em>running around was...well, it was important. "I'm glad you've been keeping yourself pleasantly busy." He smiled at her slightly. "As for me, I've been fine," he said simply, "I met up with Kori about a month ago, and Garth found me not too long ago - having followed me despite my orders to the contrary - but mostly it has all been about finding this impending disaster and stopping it." He frowned. "I do have a few people I need to<em>visit,</em>though..." Booster Gold. He'd been in the city at the time - from what he could tell, anyway - so why hadn't<em>he</em>helped the JLA? That was something he needed to ask the man that he hadn't gotten a chance to before, what with Ivy and everything else. He looked back at her. He had to get more information, unfortunately. "So....there's a clone of Superman in the city?" he asked, looking at her intently. "What's he like? Is he as strong and idealistic as Kal-el? And who's this 'Cadmus?' Could he make more clones?" His brow furrowed into a look of worry. "In the wrong hands, that could be...trouble." He looked at her again. He didn't mean to badger or pry, but...well, a clone of Kal-el was pretty big, to be perfectly, brutally honest. He needed to know more. Hopefully, M'gann would understand.