To The Time Room!!
Characters: Eddie Brock, Adora Springer, Martha Jones, and Elari Brooks (upon arrival)
Rating: TBD, probably 14a for language or violence (who knows)
Time Period: Modern
Location: The Time Room
Relative Date: After Dree's arrival and Eddie's tussle with Lou
Status: Open
"We're not uncomfortable with title," he shrugged. "We have earned it. It is like any officer of any law. Sometimes you have to do brutal things so better people don't have to. Its really alright," he promised. Although a small part of Eddie wished for a normal life that part knew nothing on the joy and purpose he'd found with his other serving the betterment of those who needed their help.
And lead the way Eddie did stepping into motion and passing through the doors of the castle. He navigated the corridors with a certainty that spoke of either experience or a keen sense of direction and recall. It was the later. He had grown accustomed to navigating the sewers of both San Fran and LA and the corridors were no more complex then the tunnels. "A Tin Man, huh? You a Wizard of Oz fan back home?" he asked helpfully, turning the knob on a door. Pushing it open, it yielded the opulent and well furnished Time Room with its paintings and its buttons.
"Martha? Are you here?" he called.
Rating: TBD, probably 14a for language or violence (who knows)
Time Period: Modern
Location: The Time Room
Relative Date: After Dree's arrival and Eddie's tussle with Lou
Status: Open
"We're not uncomfortable with title," he shrugged. "We have earned it. It is like any officer of any law. Sometimes you have to do brutal things so better people don't have to. Its really alright," he promised. Although a small part of Eddie wished for a normal life that part knew nothing on the joy and purpose he'd found with his other serving the betterment of those who needed their help.
And lead the way Eddie did stepping into motion and passing through the doors of the castle. He navigated the corridors with a certainty that spoke of either experience or a keen sense of direction and recall. It was the later. He had grown accustomed to navigating the sewers of both San Fran and LA and the corridors were no more complex then the tunnels. "A Tin Man, huh? You a Wizard of Oz fan back home?" he asked helpfully, turning the knob on a door. Pushing it open, it yielded the opulent and well furnished Time Room with its paintings and its buttons.
"Martha? Are you here?" he called.