Heroes of Tomorrow [ Alt DCU RP / Time Skip p.323] (O/A)

The Darkness is Here. Are you ready?

Can we not?	33.3%	[ 8 ]
Why?!	8.3%	[ 2 ]
I AM The Darkness	58.3%	[ 14 ]
Total Votes:			[ 24 ]

[The Fallen Gabriel]

Hades kept relatively quiet during the trip. He'd felt like he'd stepped on Red's toes with his comment about majority rules, and for some reason that didn't set well with him. It could have very well been that with how he reacted and his following conversation it made him seem like he was blood thirsty and was ready to end a life at the drop of a hat just to make his own life easier, but that wasn't really how he functioned back on Earth. Then again, Elliot seemed to think the same of him. Was he really that ruthless?

Hades pondered the thought for a bit before deciding that they were both wrong and he wasn't as bad as he was feeling. The monsters he put down back home were just that. Monsters. And as they had all experienced, those that would ruin the innocence of others deserved the burn. Hades clenched his hands in his resolve as he stared out among the trees and snow. Their idle chit-chat didn't interest him in the slightest, it wasn't until Elliot realized that he would be in trouble with his mother that Hades tuned in. It wasn't for the conversation matter, but more of the fact that this young man was presumably out every night with his hero antics, but still gave credence to what his parents thought of his disappearance. Nuri spoke up and effectively demanded to know where Elliot was last at before his abduction. He was hesitant, which was understandable, but Hades simply sighed. Nuri pressed on and Elliot dumped the information like a trash truck and Saki began to get flustered. Hades put his hand on the green haired girl's shoulder and reassured her. "Do you need a rest?" Hades said quietly.

He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, smoke bellowing out of his nostrils when he did so. "Enough." He said, his voice sharp and demanding authority. "These conversations are delicate and deserve privacy, and that is not allotted here. Those who are affected by it should discuss this later, as to not concern the locals." He said, the tone radiating off of him as his attire flickered and licked the air around him. Between when Elliot had arrived and Elm, over a month had transpired on Earth, which was absolute proof that time was moving at a completely different rate here compared to home. This spelled trouble, but there was little they could do from this end. There was then mention of the Three Bears and Hades stared at the cottage for several seconds before Simba departed. Milo was up in a tree at the defensive, and Hades looked around. Now that it was pointed out, something wasn't right, and he was very keenly alerted to it.

The entire endeavor reeked of a trap, and he was ashamed that he was so invested in this conversation to not acknowledge it. If they had been ambushed, he'd have been caught completely unaware, and that was very unbefitting for a warrior of his caliber. To think that the mentally broken Milo had picked up on the setting before he had was a knock to his name that he wouldn't stand for.


















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[The Fallen Gabriel]

Her elevated heartrate caught Kain's attention as she spoke of being a demon and Kain gave a lighthearted chuckle. "Yeah, I can't imagine they come in such a small package." He said, attempting to dispell the growing tension in the room. "I'm sorry that you had to suffer through that." He said sympathetically as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, before he slid away from the sink where Raven was headed.

"I'm not all that worried, honestly. I can't say that I'm getting a villainous vibe from you. You don't want to go and annihilate those who held you captive, which is always a good start." Kain once again said, trying to offset the mood, but it did nothing as Raven put up her hood. In his life he'd gotten pretty used to reading the bylines of how people interacted with themselves and others around them. Kain was going to say something but then Raven got straight to the point, and he was caught off guard.

Her words held no ill intent, but they were blunt and to the point, and despite her eyes and facial expression showing nothing, there was a thick layer of negativity in her word choice. Kain scratched the back of his head as he looked up at the ceiling. "To be honest with you, I was worried when you said the word demon, but not for the reason you might think..." He stated, but then he remained quiet for a few seconds as he pondered how to tell her. After a brief pause he decided honesty was the best course of action and he sighed. "A few months ago there was a serious incident in a few cities all over this country. In one location I tried to help, but ended up failing as a handful of demons abducted over two hundred children from their routes home. Our research uncovered that they were working for a more powerful demon named Satanus. If I'm being competely open here, I was worried that when you mentioned demon, that you were also somehow aligned with that one. I'm sorry." Kain said. "It's not often in my life I've felt powerless, but that was a massive moment, and I couldn't save them."

[Tec_the_funko]

Damian Wayne al Ghul
as
Jim Hawkins

Location: River /  Who im with: Some girl / What im doing: being lost  

I want a moment to be real...

As the girl wiped her eyes damian smiled. "I do" he simply said as the pressed on. As they walked he kept scanning and scannng the area. Trees and flowers all over as far as he could see. There had to be an end right. Sure land could on for miles but there was no change as far as he could see. This was unatural. A magical woodland hell. "This place has to have some sort of exit, maybe if we can find a river then follow it" he said just thinking out loud. He raised a brow when she questioned what handcuffs were. She surly didnt lure him out here if she didnt even know what the were. Her follow up question however was different. The people he dealt with weren't all necessarily bad. However there capture or death served the greater good. The end justified the means as far as he was concerned. "Eh, most of time". He hot her a devilish smile as he finished speaking. Going into detail could have possibly been a set back so he left it at that.

His eyes kept scanning the area as she spoke. " Espionage,infiltration, scouting , escorts and eliminations" he said as he walked. Once she stopped so did he almost falling over. It was as if an anchor dropped on a moving ship. "Hmm". He looked dow to see what all the fuss was about. If the girl was right it meant they were walking in circles. It meant that this magical hell was even more hellish than he thought. "It seems we have been going in circles." He stayed quiet for a while before drawiing his sword. He made his way to the nearest big flower striking it. "Now we can see where we went" He said confidently. He started walking once more and kept slicing what he could to mark there path.

...wanna touch things i don't feel

Kittennice

[blackwhitetiger]

Lounging on her bed, the already petite woman seemed even smaller. The effects of the whisky continue its hold on the young woman. The warmth remained in her stomach even after she finished her drink, and the numbing of her nose was accompanied by the heaviness of her eyes, making them look even more bedroom-y than usual and a deep redness flushing over her face and neck.

A mysterious smile crossed her lips. Though she hadn’t responded immediately now that the buzz had taken hold, she let her mind wander. Only moments before, she was looking into the eyes of a man she knew but yet apparently didn’t know. Heck, she couldn’t even say that she knew his eyes were blue. It was complicated, not like anything with him wasn’t. Complicated, she didn’t like, But she had seen his eyes, how they wandered over her small frame, taking her in. Men, there were so easy… Easy, simple, now that, that she liked.

After offering Rob- er…Jason (********, that’s gonna take a while) the bottle. She wasn’t surprised tajt he eagerly took the depleting bottle. Putting the mouth to his lips almost straight away. Flames danced in her eyes as they remained on him. Watching closely as he drank nearly half of the golden liquid. Whoa, okay, slow down their big boy. What the hell was he thinking!? Granted, it seemed like he needed it. That s**t wasn’t cheap, and she expected they would finish the bottle tonight. Mariah assumed she’d be drinking at least half of HER whisky.

Luckily for Robin, he knew Mariah well enough to stop before there wasn’t any left for her. If he drank much more, she would have said something. A small noise left her chest as Jason fell back onto the bed with her. She had picked this one because three grown adults would have enough space on the bed, whatever they were doing. While there was enough room for both of them, She and Jason were very close. Hearing a laugh from the male, her eyes narrowed even with the smile still there. His hand raised to his head. “"Outside trying to strike me I think that went really well”. “Tch” She looked at the male with a playfully unimpressed look on her face. “Slap… I tried to… slapp you” What had he expected, dumping all this on her like dead weight. Since the day she had known him, Mariah had wanted to know what was under the man. At one point, she had asked for it as a payment. And how here he was giving it to her for free.

The Robin she knew was a private person, maybe he had changed more than she expected. Guess those old rules really didn’t apply. This was different and unexpected, and Mariah couldn’t tell if she liked it. However, there was something more interesting that she liked, that she was starting to crave again. Poor Jerry, sleep like it was missing out. Lifting herself onto her forearms, her eyes reminded of him as if she was trying to decode him. Figure out what it was he wanted. “ Are you going to be showing up every time I bring someone here? her words flowed from her body smooth as silk, Oh man, Jason better watch it, unless he wanted what she wanted.

Questionable stuff… eh… Mariah couldn’t help herself. He knew to many of her weaknesses. As soon as he said ‘questionable stuff,’ that dark devilish encroached on her flushed face. She was in. “If you had wanted to join in… all you had to do was ask, and I would have let Jerry stay. He was cute too, seemed like your type.” was she saying too much now? Hmm probably, maybe it would piss Robin off maybe not. But this wasn’t the first time she had invited him to something like this, and it most definitely wouldn’t be the last.

However, that zombie stuff… He was trying to sleep with her, right? Maybe his first time as Jason but like… were they not one and the same? Ugh better not to think about it… it was going to give her a headache, “What the s**t?” Her words were light and playful as she rolled closer to Robin. It was difficult to keep her smile to herself, “Are you ******** drunk” wait hold on a second… for her to be agreeing to this… was she?

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Location:
Apartment Unknown but Gotham

With: Company -> Jason

Clothes: T-shirt


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[Kittennice]

SPROUT


of The Tall Flower Forest

A loud, in-human shriek resonated throughout the tall flower forest once Cardinal started slashing stems. It sounded like an alarm of a thousand hissing crickets that got louder and louder. The leaves on the flowers around them shifted and twisted sparatically for a long minute before everything grew silent.

The ground beside their feet began to rise into a mound of dirt and then a small marigold popped out of it. Its petals unfolded, revealing a face with two big black eyes and a mouth with humanoid-like buckteeth. ”Whua-whua arr you. Whua arr you doin’? Do-Do n’ot do thuat. It hwuarts. Peas stap.” It was not scared of the two, especially the one that started unnecessary VIOLENCE. The other flowers had bent their stems out of the male’s path to not get cut themselves.





tec_the_funko

[Kittennice]

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The girl nodded in agreement. "Maybe we can climb the flowers to see the exit?" She hoped this place didn’t last miles. She loved flowers, but she really wanted to find home and be in a safe space. Al admitted to not only taking people who do bad things into custody, but gave a questionable smirk to her afterward. She felt herself pale a little and put on a frown. He wasn’t fine with that, was he?

"Espionage,infiltration, scouting , escorts and eliminations"

Eliminations? "You kill people?" Her frown deepened, but there wasn’t much else she could say on it so she quickly let it go. She didn’t know him. At least she did not right now. The first thing was trying to get out of this place. The second… well she didn’t have a plan that went in steps.

After she pointed the rock out to him, Al began slicing the flowers which… Well, no one would ever like that, but she did not expect the entire forest to scream about it. The purple-haired girl instinctively moved closer to Al and then gripped on the back of his shirt. Everything was moving. Why were the flowers moving?! Her heart raced much like how they went in circles. She was too fearful and looked around every which way to notice the flower that sprouted suddenly until it spoke. At first she hid behind Al to get her head straight on the situation. It was just very sudden to hear a regular voice coming from a flower… that also had a weird face.

"Umm… We did not know you were alive. We.. we just want to leave." she mumbled but steadily gained more confidence and stepped out from behind Al a bit.


Tec_the_funko

[Kittennice]

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SINBAD --------------

[ Where we let off ]

”A whistle?” Bones watched the human prepare to make the sound again. He remained at the bars even though she showed how uncomfortable she was by stepping back so their faces were not as close. The skeleton tilted his head to one side when nothing but a soft ffwwwfwwwfff left her lips. No, that was not what he heard earlier. Clearly she thought the same and tried it again. Once he heard the sound, his mouth opened wide enough to become unhinged in awe. He quickly fixed it and took his own step back to make space.

Shshshshshsh gnnnnnnnnh…

Bone grinding noises with blown air were created when he attempted the same method she used. Well, to what he could. He had no lips to pucker and his mouth was dry as a… BONE! But was that what was needed in order to whistle?

Not giving up, he tried again a bit harder this time.

Grnnnnnnnnawh…shshshh grnnnnh

What was he doing wrong?!

”Sorcery! Witchcraft! That’s how you are able to whistle and I cannot!”

”Eh… I hate to be the one to tell you,” Sinbad said as he came up to the bars. Kassandra stayed quiet because she didn’t know the language of the gods they and Priest Orion knew how to speak. ”You need muscle and flesh to whistle.” The pirate did squint as if to get a better look at the skeleton. The bone structure was human or at the very least, humanoid. How was it able to function? Talk, even. ”But you can talk, which requires vocals you don’t have…” He was stomped.

”Exac-!” Wait, what was the argument?

At the mention of a trade, Bones’ full attention went back to the woman with the glowy necklace. ”You-You will let me feel it?!” he exclaimed with both excitement and disbelief. No one has ever said yes! ”Ask away!”

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From the corner of her eye, Kida could see that Sinbad moved closer to the bars. Kassandra was close to both as well. Looking down at her young friend, the woman smiled softly. Her hand rested on Kassandra’s small shoulder. There was not much she could do to comfort the girl at this time. But they would figure a way out of their cage and away from what she now assumed to be the giant country.

Hearing the sound of bones grinding caused Kida to wince slightly. Hmm, not the sound she was going for. It would appear that whatever magic it was that helped to bring them alive was also limited. ”Sorcery! Witchcraft! That’s how you are able to whistle and I cannot!” Well, this seemed like a new one, she couldn’t recall being called a witch before, but it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. Kida looked to Sinbad with thankful eyes, happy that he was the one who chose to explain to the skeleton what was required to make this particular noise. Though, he had a point… vocal cords were required for speech, how was it this creature could talk to him. So, maybe there was an element of magic to it too…

” You-You will let me feel it?!” Why, oh why, did this seem like a bad idea? Her eyes shifted to Sinbad for a moment as if looking for reassurance or validation before her attention was drawn to the young near them.

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This was new, having to explain things to a walking, talking skeleton. But why did Sinbad have a feeling that this was not his weirdest encounter? Gladly the skeleton was understanding and dropped the topic of Kida being a witch as soon as it.. or he? -was called out. Now the other problem. Kida had agreed quickly to something she possibly could not take back. Feeling on her flesh sounded wrong if not perverted as the young? - skeleton called him earlier. Also, he was too happy about it.

The pirate made a deep hmming sound, cluing to Kida his disconcertment. Unfortunately he could not give her a one-hundred percent yay or nay. If he was wrong and told her to backpedal on her promise, they would lose out on information and likely make an enemy instead of an ally. If his dirty mind was right… Kida would have a very uncomfortable experience.

Annoyed with himself, he grumbled a bit as he rubbed the back of his head. He looked away, trying to figure out how best to tell her without her suspecting him of a degenerate mind. He felt his cheeks go warm and he pressed his lips harder together in thought. How does one call the kettle black without being outed as black themselves?

Dammit.

”Maybe you should, uh,... lay some ground rules for the touching thing,” he said as he looked back at her.

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The reassurance she was looking for didn’t come. Instead, it was met with skepticism. Okay far. But there seemed to be something else there as well, contemplation. Was he thinking the same thing that she was? That this could turn into something more than she was anticipating.
Ground rules. Nova nodded, though there was something about the skeleton that made her wonder if feeling her flesh was really anything more than just that. Better to use protection either way. Her hand raised as her index finger and thumb cupped her chin as she considered his suggestion. No matter the cause, Kida couldn’t change her mind and offer something else. She had to do this for them, to help get them out of here. Besides, what a little flesh feely. Her eyes drifted to the people locked away in the cage with her. Then too the crowd of people the changes begin then. The oceans in her eyes shifted back to the skeleton.

“ To clarify. We can ask our questions-” she began looking at the skeleton, her tone changed slightly. It seemed more serious, less scared and less concerned. Her necklace began sparking yet again as she spoke this time, it was as though she meant business, and the magic in her necklace knew it. And you can touch my flesh.” She paused for a moment as she nodded in confirmation.

“But, it will only be touching. You can use your-” she was nearly tempted to say bones, but even without the flesh, muscle, tendons and the like, it was still a finger, right? “-Fingers to feel my flesh.” Will that ever stop sounding weird? “Nothing, inappropriate though!” that smaller one did call him a pervert after all “ If my clothing is covering it. You are not touching.” Not that that was a safer bet. But before she was dressed in the rags, the current clothing she had on, the ones from the Queen, covered the essentials.

Bones was very fine with the rules the woman laid down and nodded. ”YES! Accepted! Let the questions commence!”

Once the Skeleton agreed, Kida began with her questions allowing Sinbad to add his own. Might as well milk this for as much as they could. He didn’t appear to put a limit on the questions they asked. “Frist, this place we are in, it what the common folk would call giant country?” If it was, perhaps they could find what they needed here, Jack and the apple. “ Do you know how many people are here?” It was important to start ascertaining numbers. The more people, the harder it would be to escape. The first step was going to be getting out of these cages. Then getting everyone together and finding an exit. Though at their size, Nova half assumed it would be relatively easy to slip away unseen by the giants. How often do you notice a fly on the wall unless it’s bothering you? But they would need to move unseen and quietly with a large and scared crowd that…could… would be…. be difficult.

“Tell me what happens now, What is expected of us as captives and what will happen in the morning,” This would at least give Nova some idea of what to expect. How things worked for the giants. Would they all be eaten, and would some be used as… slaves… how is that determined.

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If he could blink, he would have. He had never heard that name before. Maybe it was local? Maybe it was new? ”I am unsure of what you mean by Giant Country. The giants live here, yes, but the place we are in, the giants call Whale’s Keep. Hmm… if you want their actual names, some refer to themselves as Jötnar or Jotun.” The second question was tricky. He needed some clarification. ”People as in you, the Jotnar, and I or people like you and I? Only the caged people, maybe? There are so many people here.”

”Not to be rude, but those of us in cages,” Sinbad interjected. ”But maybe knowing the number of giants and those like you are good to know as well.” He glanced at Kida in case she wanted to add anything else.

When the woman made the question to be more specific or she approved of the man’s rework of the question, Bones replied, ”There are approximately two-thousand of you including those on the other side of the kitchen. We will get the number by the morning when you are prepared. I, myself, am unsure of how many giants there actually are. There are about seven who frequent this establishment. And we work with a skeleton crew of thirty-three.”

“Tell me what happens now, What is expected of us as captives and what will happen in the morning.”

Bones’ voice volume lowered and turned weighty. ”You all will change into rags and then wait for the morrow. The morning is a mystery to us all. You either get picked to be eaten or you live another day.”

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”...Hmm… if you want their actual names, some refer to themselves as Jötnar or Jotun.” Jötnar or Jotun, the names repeated in her head. The means of the giants who held them captive. Noted, and this place was known among its residents as Whale’s Keep. As she considered this information, her head nodded. Perhaps the inhabitants here called these lands something different than the Queen. Kida's instincts told her to be on the lookout for someone named Jack and a garden, perhaps.

”But maybe knowing the number of giants and those like you are good to know as well.” He glanced at Kida in case she wanted to add anything else. Her gaze met Sinbands, and Kida’s head nodded in agreement. Yes, knowing how many giants were here would be a good idea… though she felt that the number the skeleton told her beyond the three she had heard speaking was more than she hoped. Unfortunately, what made her stomach drop was hearing the numbers.

Two-thousand people probably more after they completed their count. Seven giants that would come here frequently, meaning there was likely more, and a crew of thirty-three. This made things much more complex. She had expected a few dozen, maybe somewhere in the low hundreds, not, not two- thousand. And this was only an estimate, with the real number not being known until morning. Again she shot a look toward Sinbad; her mouth moved to repeat the words. “two-thousand.” Was it even possible to rescue that many people without being seen or heard… “Does that include humans in the crew or just those like you and… Nova’s head tilted to the smaller skeleton unsure of what to call him.

Bones’ voice volume lowered and turned weighty. ”You all will change into rags and then wait for the morrow. The morning is a mystery to us all. You either get picked to be eaten or you live another day.”

Ominous, the volume and tone of the skeleton changed drastically. A shiver run down the woman’s spin like a flash of lightning, and goosebumps appeared over her visible flesh. They were to change into the rags and then wait, wait until morning, at which time they would be eaten or made to wait. “How much longer til morning? “ They needed time, time to figure something out, time to weigh their options, get the people they could move ready and time was something they didn’t have much of.

Thank you for answering our questions” a small amount of exhaustion was hidden in her tone. Nova’s entire body felt heavy, and when was the last time she had eaten something… “Can you think of anything else?” she asked Sinbad. Hoping that if she had forgotten anything, he would know to ask. Her mind was already racing to create a plan that would work and move that many people. It was difficult to keep focused on asking more questions.

“Oh, and your names? I didn’t think to ask earlier.” In the commotion, maybe it would be forgiven. “Please tell me your names,” Here she was hoping that he had one.

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Sinbad’s stomach twisted in knots. This was something he did not want to hear. There were so many people. He did not anticipate that there were even more people here that they couldn’t see. How could they save them all? He doubted that the skeletons would let them free. The skeleton sounded numb to it. The man gave Kassandra’s hand a reassuring squeeze. They would think of something. They had to. And the unknown time was ticking…

”We do not keep track of time. It comes when it comes. Years ago we knew it to be morning when light reached us, but now we wait for our masters to come.” He followed the woman’s gaze to the small skeleton that was hard at work putting the clothes through the bars. ”He is called Marrow. You may call me Bones. There is another of us called Flesher- that you will know when you meet him. The others… they have forgotten and have not been renamed. The thirty-three of us are not counted in your group. For we are mere servants and nothing more.”

The pirate had another question for Bones, but he decided against it. The skeleton admitted to forgetting his own name so there was no point in trying to dig into his past. He could only assume it to be painful given where they were.Sinbad shook his head in response to Kida.

All the questions had been answered and now it was time for his prize. Bones eagerly reached through the bars and made grabby hand motions. ”Now may I feel.” Whatever she gave him first: an arm; her hand; a leg; a foot; a hand, he could cherish it. His skeletal hands treated everything delicately as his digits ran along her warm, soft, yet firm skin. His mouth was agape as euphoria took him over and he made obnoxious giggling noises. The feeling of live skin. The chunky, meaty parts are still hot and lined with sediments of perspiration. One random rib of his popped forward when he got to the height of his happiness. ”So beautiful. I can die happy now.” The skeleton folded in himself to the floor, out of breath from reaching his zenith.

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TODAY I'M KINDA FEELIN LIKE A GHOST ➨ CALL MY FRIENDS BUT AIN'T NOBODY HOME ➨ TELL MYSELF I'M FINE BUT I DON'T REALLY KNOW ➨ I'M JUST SCARED THAT I'LL END UP ➨ I'LL END UP ➨ I'LL END UP ALONE


She caught herself there, and just smoothed out her thoughts and her features. She didn’t need to act offended or upset. There was no point in those emotions except to invite danger. She did not realize quite how insulting it had felt to be accused of her true nature. Focus, redirect, she turned to face him once more as he explained the incident with this ‘Satanus’ and the children.

Though, once he was done, her gaze turned to the side, staring at something far away. She had not seen any indication of that, nor would she see any reason for Trigon to pull a stunt like that other than pure cruelty, but he liked challenges, struggles. He wouldn’t go for children, they were too weak, too easy, too simple. If there had been humans in that realm, she would have known about it. But such large numbers of kids-

Do you really want to get involved with this?

She blinked a bit in surprise at herself, before her thoughts rounded another point to prod her with. Did she really want to get involved in this? This business with another demon after she had already escaped. Not only that, but she only had so much time to work with until the day came. She didn’t know when it would, which made every second vital. She had her own quest to focus on, one that would save infinitely more people than a mere 200 children.

But could she ignore those kids who might need help now, who may be trapped in a place similar to where she had just escaped from? Raven already knew the answer, but still told herself it was not an emotional decision, as she turned to face Kain once more. She could use the excuse to herself and her urgency that doing so might potentially put her in the same path as the demon-expert she was looking for anyway, or maybe give her new leads to follow. She could help, and still work on her own goals.

”I don’t know that demon, but I might be able to help. Was there any hard evidence left behind?”



YOU KNOW I'M LIKE A GHOST ➨ SOMETIMES I HAVE TO FADE ➨ AND IT HAUNTS ME THAT I HAVE TO BE THIS WAY ➨ YOU SAY IT'S GONE COLD ➨ I SAY I'LL DO BETTER ➨ BUT I ALWAYS SEEM TO DISAPPEAR AGAIN


◆ Location : [ Kain’s house ]
◆ Interactions: [ Superboy ]
◆ Persona: [ Witch ]
◆ Status: [ Stable ]
◆ Mood: [ Neutral ]




The Fallen Gabriel

[Alex Trevell]

Avatar Wan

Tim Drake

"I can't do everything on my own. I'm but a piece of the puzzle."

The time difference was going to definitely be a hassle, especially as more events happened back home. He wasn't sure what Starro was, but it definitely sounded bad. Saki herself seemed to be having trouble wrapping her head around the whole different world thing. Maybe this one didn't really know much about aliens. They were oddly common enough on Earth nowadays. Jack Frost mentioned June 27, and by then Starro had been dealt with. Ok, that was some good news at least, though time was still moving rapidly. Crap, it was getting close to his birthday... "So wait, are we aging slower while here...? I don't mind getting a GED, but I'd prefer not to have to repeat high school..." It was hard to tell what was going through Noah's mind, or how much of it was still him, but he seemed to respond well enough. When the call was made to leave, he felt the snake slip back down into the safety of the warm interior, placing an arm gently around his waist to further nestle the snake.

Hades was right about the conversation best being saved for later. Freaking out the locals when something called Madness was already a possibility would pose a potential risk to them. Tim wasn't sure exactly how it worked, but it must have existed prior to them arriving since it had a name. As they left the cottage area, Tim kept an eye out on the surrounding area, one hand in front to cradle Noah, the other hand reaching around in case he needed to draw a spear or shield. It may have well been a trap, and it looked like they had lucked out in befalling some ill fate so far. So it seemed that the story really was different in this scenario.

About Me

Where I'm At: Faeble [Timber Village]
Who I'm With: Noah, Jack Frost, Red, Nuri, Hades, Maestro, Simba, Raava, Saki
How I'm Feeling: Good
What I'm Doing: Regrouping and downtime
What I've Got: Petal, Polearm, Shield, Candle, Jade Turtle
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Chi: 『▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇』
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"WE are the Teen Titans, and WE will protect this city."

[Tec_the_funko]

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Jason was...comfortable right now. He didn't often get to just lay in bed and not give a damn about the outside world. Sure it would be another wave of bullshit the second he left this apartment but for now. He could relax just a little. His weapons were far away and so was his armor. He was sure this was the alcohol and pain killers getting to him but that was fine. "Pffft not the way im gonna tell it" he said in response to her saying she tried to slap not strike him. Realistically he didn't really have anyone to tell but she didn't know that. There was BG but they didnt really talk about his personal life and he liked it that way.

He rolled over and rested his head on his arm looking at her. He raised a brow slightly as he just now realized how close they were. He didn't mind but normally he was aware when someone was so close they could stab him. He wasn't sure if it was nice he could trust someone so much again or if this was a new weakness he had to correct. Eh future jason could deal with that. He looked her in the eye again as she spoke. " That depends" he said before his gaze trailed of and he laid down flat on his back again.

He let out a chuckle and a small cough when she said Jerry was his type. "Not even a little and also, I could do better " he said jokingly looking back at her. " Also I wouldn't have asked to join because I want you to myself " he said not realized what he said until after he said it. He sighed and laid back down. "Im apparently jealous you see". His tone was sarcastic but it wasn't completely a lie. He was fond of mariah that was just a fact by now. He knew she wouldn't go for a relationship and his life was currently insane so he didn't want one either. But the idea of wasting the little time her got was her with another person pissed him off. He was'nt possessive or anything crazy like that. He just didnt have alot of people he could count on and valued the ones he did have. Even if they tried to it him.

He laughed again at her response to his zombie comment. He had wanted to make that joke for years but never had someone wouldent look at him too crazy. In hindsight that probably wasn't that funny in the moment. He moved her hair from her face once she moved closer as a small smile appeared on his face. "Very much so". The alcohol had won and jason wasent fighting back. Maybe he should fail missions more often.





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blackwhiteentigger madethis

Location
Gotham City - Mariah's House

With
BG

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Pants,Socks and Bandages

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Rawwr

blackwhitetiger

[The_Blank]

"Just didn't want to push to hard or to fast" Joseph said smiling broadly then muttered "as the actress said to the bishop"

The mention of Static and Luna calling him Chán reminded him about the whole secret identity thing and he fished his mask out of his pocket and put it on "Well it is after midnight, maybe everyone got an early ni-"

he did a double-take "Wait gossip hounds?" he said looking at her "is that why all the girls on my block have been whispering and giggling every time I walk past?"

Helios Nostros

dogcat101

Tec_the_funko

[Tec_the_funko]

Damian Wayne al Ghul
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Jim Hawkins

Location: River /  Who im with: Some girl / What im doing: being lost  

I want a moment to be real...

He thought her reaction to his killing people strange. Why wouldn't he remove someone in the way if it meant the entire world would benefit from it. How else would humanity grow if the weeds weren't plucked. There was no time to go into world views now though. They had to get out of the damn place.

The boy had second thoughts about cutting the obviously magic flower forest. It was possible this would hurt more than help but he was getting nowhere fast. In the few seconds he took to think about this his final conclusion ******** it. He raised his blade and sliced the flowers only to be meet with a horrible shriek. "Gahhh" he blurted taking a step back. He then quickly raised his blade again taking a defensive stance. He felt the girl grip the back of his shirt and hide behind him. Did this mean she wasn't a fighter. Damian gritted his teeth as he watched the plants move and squirm our of his path. Should they make a run for it? This could also just be a trap to get him in position for something worse.

As he watched the flowers freak out he felt the dirt shift near his feet. "Move" he said just loud enough for the girl to hear as he took a step back pushing her a little. He held his blade to see what form of attack they were facing. A small bead of sweat started running down his face as the anticipation was killing him. However his shoulders dropped and the expression on his face fell flat when he saw a sunflower creature emerge. Was the life he currently couldent remember this ridiculous. The creature asked him to stop and said he had hurt it. That made sense... kinda. He listed to the girl talk from behind him before taking a look around. It was possible this thing had control over the plant life in the area. They were alone and had no place to run. Plus he didn't want to hurt this thing if he didn't have too. It seemed ...alive like an animal almost. He liked animals.

After a rather large sigh the boy lowered his weapon but did not drop his guard entirely just incase. " My apologies, the frustration of being lost has driven us to take drastic measures" he said talking to a freaking flower. " Is there a way to leave this place, if you tell us how to leave we won't need to hurt you you anymore" he said trying to stay calm. He didn't trust this thing. It was to confident in front of two people bigger than it.

...wanna touch things i don't feel

Kittennice

[Sinorn]

Duke looked rather annoyed at Waller as she got to the word ‘piggyback’, the very utterance, when it hit that woman’s lips, angered Duke. But as much as he slipped, as did the Thin Wittle Duke that was undoing his bindings, as it huffed cartoonishly while using a tiny wrist blade, likely made of bone, to cut through the larger Duke’s restraints. Before Duke could say a word, he was sent to The Circus. The smaller version of Duke appeared on the ground below, but Duke himself fell from several meters as he collided front first into the ground. With a groan, Duke raised himself up while rubbing his own back, looking on at the prison before them. Despite no longer being around, Duke turned around and arm raised in an l-form as he shook his clench fist. ”Listen here, b***h! Those Zordon wannabes wish they were on my ******** level!” Duke closed his eyes, taking a deep breath with his nose and exhaling out his mouth, collecting himself as his hands adjusted his clothes and dusted himself off.

With a heavy exhale, less to calm and more in response to the jam he was in, Duke started talking to his tiny clone. ”Hopefully Kyandi and the boys keep the business side of things running. I went a little too off the rails this time.” The smaller Duke, now on the original’s shoulders, nodded in agreement. Duke placed a hand on his chin as he got deep into his thoughts, soon interrupted as a chair was tossed at him from across the room, Duke barely ducking out of the way in time as the chair collided into the wall, bouncing harmlessly off and onto the ground. Duke registered from the lack of impact with the wall and the still intact chair lacking much momentum, this place was basically one big playpen for dangerous individuals. Harm was not the aim, but rather a jest as Duke was berated by laughter from the others in the bloc. ”Ha ha…Real funny.” Duke looked around, the pale bodybuilder who threw the chair and an afflicted person, the singular eye of the space invader Starro looking back. This place really was a circus.

As Duke went up to the others, his eyebrow was raised when he sat next to none other than ”Mitch?” The Condiment King himself waved to Duke friendly like with a big stupid grin on his face, the two of them last having met during the last Arkham incident; Duke would make sure to steer clear of that place from now on, seemed overdone and the results? Not great. “Hey Maurice! Little Maurice.” The tinier version of Duke nodded in response, actual sized Duke was more confused about how a smaller timer got put in here. ”Why would Waller throw you in here?” Mitch thought about it for a bit, as if recounting a few things as fingers on both of his hands went up and down. “Not sure who Waller is…As for why…It was either permanent hot sauce...ooorrrrrrr…The peanut allergy giving peanut butter…Oh! When they busted me, I was working on a toothpaste that instantly made cavities.” Duke looked with intrigue to this individual, because his casual demeanor suggested none of the malice his creations did. ”Isn't tooth paste little off brand for you?” Mitch shrugged. Duke didn’t need an answer really to why such a person existed or did such awful things, answers were overrated. Duke would have been lying if he wasn’t relieved this kind of person wasn’t walking the streets though. Until Waller needed to talk, Duke would be here, waiting...


Location - The Circus - Eldri Meta Xeno Containment
Current Company
tab Like-Minded Individuals - Thin Wittle Duke.
tab Undecided... - The Flying Purple People Hugger, The Biker Man from Mars, and The Condiment King
tab ’People’ - N/A
State of Affairs - Imprisoned.
Accessories, Goons, Weapons
tab Orange Prisoner Go Suit




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Trevor Polaris

Deadzone

"To go forward, sometimes you have to look back."

"If there's anything else I need, I'll be sure to drop by to save on minutes and electricity." Not long after, the conversation would have ended, and the man pondered his next moves. Regardless where he was headed, some mischief was sure to be done, so wearing his getup while geared up would be preferable. Heading upstairs to change, he donned his iconic jacket, eyeing the mask head on for a moment. How much blood had this mask witnessed, spilled by one hand or another? Taking some time to refresh the enchantments on his gear, he'd pass the time until it was night in Metro.

A few hours later under the cover of darkness, Trevor had found a good position on the rooftops to teleport to. Perched high above the streets below, this must be how some of the heroes felt. Much had been happening here, but tonight seemed like a good one to do some reconnaissance. People would be gathered to see the fireworks, and the loud noises and any altercations would be a good diversion down below. Once the fireworks began to go off, that was his cue to move. Blinking quickly from roof to roof, he covered distance quickly. Sliding to a stop, he paused. The magic around these parts was foul. It was familiar yet foreign at the same time. Originally he was planning on scoping out clues for his missing 'shipment', but now something else had the man's interest.

About Me

Location: Star City [Gallery Hideout] -> Metropolis [Rooftops]
Company: None
Condition: Peaceful
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"Learn from the past, lest you repeat your defeats against me."

[blackwhitetiger]

Not the way he was going to tell it? Bish, First off, who the hell was he going to tell? Secondly, how the hell was he going to tell it? That some five-foot-two, hundred and fifteen(ish) pound (soaking wet, mind you) woman tired to strike him? Yeah, Mariah was sure that, it would go over real well with those big baddies, Robin… JASON liked to brawl with them. Some things never change.

“Ha”

A horse laughs left Mairah’s small frame. Her head flew back, and her long hair slid off her shoulder. She honestly couldn’t believe what she was hearing. As her head tilted back to look at Jason, an eyebrow raised slightly as she looked at the male lounging on her bed, a bit of disbelief present. Honestly, after all these years, had she ’pegged’ Rob-Jason wrong? Coulda swore he gave off that Big… D… threesome energy. Either way, he was the one missing out. But what really had her laughing was that he thought he could do better. Pfft, clearly, he didn’t get a good look at Jerry before she proceeded to kick out. He had that cute sub-energy, after all, and did she not mention he was cute? And if what she felt in his pants was any indication…

Really, it was convenient that the two of them were so close in more ways than one. Jason’s hand brushed the hair from her face, Feeling his fingers on her skin caused a shiver to slide down her spine. He was drunk, and she was… getting pretty close. “What makes you think-” Her body moved in one swift, fluid motion. Within a second, she found herself positioned atop Jason, her bare thighs resting on either side of his hips. Yes, surprising for the woman who was growing more and more buzzed by the post. Make of it what you will, but at this point, the movement was muscle memory, she didn’t even need to think about it. And her t-shirt? it remained on for now, but considering it was so tight, what happened as she straddled Jason could be left to the imagination. Reaching towards the bottle she took hold of it by the neck and brought the tip to her mouth; tilting the bottle upwards, she sucked back half of what remained. When the bottle left her mouth, Mariah felt the burning as the fluid trickled down her throat and the warmth grew in her stomach. Those amber eyes returned to look down at the male beneath her.

The petite woman found herself on top of the much larger male, for how long she didn’t know. With one movement, the dynamic could change. Her legs and thighs were on either side of his hips and torso. She did her best to be as gentle as… well... Mariah could be. Meaning a little bit of pain was intended as she straddled him, her legs on either side of his injured body. “You think you could do better?” the silkiness in her voice remained as a hand started on his torso and lightly crawled her way up to his chest. From this vantage point, she could see every old and new scar on his exposed upper half. Her fingers wondered, lingering on a few of the older ones, one already healed, as though she could remember when he got them. She set the bottle down on whatever was nearest “Prove it.”

“. "Im apparently jealous you see".” His tone made it sound like he was joking, that sarcastic little fuc-. Her hands somewhat gently cupped his face as her tanned complexion moved closer to his. “I do see” Her lips brushed past his, as she moved closer to his ear “And you are very jealous.” As she whispered reassuringly, her breath and lips dancing on his ear as she spoke. Hopefully, sending a shiver down his spine payback for the one she received earlier. Or perhaps something better. Her intentions should be pretty implicit at this point right!?, “Firewords are in a few hours… think you can last that long” A challenge? With the state of his body… she was curious if she could get to celebrate the fireworks how she originally intended. Her bed sheets were already ruined. What did it matter if they got more blood on them now?


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Location:
Apartment Unknown but Gotham

With: Company -> Jason

Clothes: T-shirt


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