| Darkseid Is. (Angst, 16) |
[23 Jan 2012|03:10pm] |
It was the literal end of the world. The heroes of the Earth had fallen decades ago, with very few remaining. The Supers, the Wonders, the Flashes, and more, gone. The oceans of Earth flash fried. It's people enslaved, reduced to the status of Hunger Dogs. The entirety of Europe gone, reduced to a massive firepit.
Those heroes who did not die, enslaved, turned into twisted and fetishistic versions of themselves, with no trace of their heroism or compassion remaining.
But life did survive. Small pockets of resistance remained, including one right in the heart of Darkseid City, just under the notice of the dark god of Apocalypse himself.
Lead by one of the last New Gods, Avia Freeman. Her beloved William one of the first to die when the darkness had come, her parents the very first . Alone and unchanged by the ages, as though time had simply passed her by. One of so few voices still raised in the name of hope and freedom.
It was decades now. And their numbers were growing fewer. One of the last teams she had lead to the slave pens had... not returned, except for her. They had succeeded, but at the cost of their own lives.
And she wondered how they would go on. How she would go on. She hadn't asked to be a Messiah, hadn't asked to be a leader. But the only child of both New Genesis and Apocalypse... where was her place in this universe where hope had all but died?
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| Nurse Avia is Here (Fluff, 19) |
[23 Jan 2012|03:59pm] |
The JSA Brownstone
Despite her initial idea of a naught nurse costume (yes, she had one. Of course she had one), Avia had instead just gone for her traditional clothing when it had come time to take care of Will.
She sat a plate of food on the tray over his lap, then pulled her chair next to his bed. She leaned over to give him a kiss. "Taking on the whole Monster Society all by yourself... I dunno whether to kiss you or strangle you."
Wait.
"Well, okay, apparently I do. But still. Trying to make a point here, sweetie. You had me scared to death."
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| Face-Off (Crack, 15) |
[23 Jan 2012|04:26pm] |
Okay, so she'd crashed at YJLA HQ, after a night out painting the town red with Petra. There may have been alcohol. No, there had definitely been alcohol. There may have been some fake making out just to drive the boys who wouldn't leave them alone crazy. There had definitely been some stumbling about and Boom Tubing back to YJLA HQ to crash, because it had been closer (metaphorically speaking) and because neither had exactly been thinking all that clearly by that point.
(How exactly had she gotten that drunk? Her metabolism functioned much higher than a normal person's.)
So morning (technically early afternoon) came far too early, but she dragged herself out of bed. She passed by Petra, who was in her room for some reason. "...Mornin' Petra."
She continued toward the bathroom, but suddenly stopped and walked backwards to what turned out, in fact, to be a mirror. "...What in the name of Himon...?"
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