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Margery Daw Grundy ([info]seesaw) wrote,
@ 2013-03-28 13:35:00


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Meme: Broken
It had juxtaposed strangely with the story she was used to, of course. Poor, sweet old Mr. Sinestro, murdered long since, had often given many in the Underground hope that people could change for the better. So when the JLA heard that he and his associates were attacking those kids in Chicago, she knew this was going to be serious.

And boy, was it. The two teams had been scattered. The last Margery had seen of anyone besides the person she was with, Jon was trying to contain things while The Lady -- um, Cindy Lord, that was it, had gotten right in Sinestro's face. That hadn't appeared to be going well.


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[info]seesaw
2013-03-28 10:08 pm UTC (link)
It gets no response. Margery's unconscious among the flames. Can't even dream. Can't feel a thing. The only sentient being in parallax's immediate vicinity is no longer feeling any fear.

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[info]fears_itself
2013-03-29 01:13 am UTC (link)
Andys form shifts and repairs itself in response to the burns and shrapnel, but is no longer feeling the fear that the weird woman was giving off. There is a yell of frustration. The Fear! It was gone! There was only pain there, from the burning! That is not right!

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