Back to the Future
A wormhole appears and out of it warps Chronos, bent over and holding his knees, panting, and a little bit bloody. He has a bone dagger stuck in his side, a horrible wound on his leg, and his mask is half-ripped open revealing his upper lip to have been torn. Most importantly though, is the spear slung across his back.
Chronos is in a rather plush looking apartment once belonging to a lady named Priscilla Rich, and now belonging to a sort of woman called Barbara Ann Minerva. Cheetah. And Cheetah has paid Chronos incredibly handsomely (an undisclosed sum, of course) to perform a unique task for her. As soon as she found out he was a Society member, she'd apparently sought him out to find a certain something.
The spear gifted to Wonder Woman by Io.
Of course, in between delivery from Io and to Wonder Woman, the spear had to be crafted and finished. And that's the moment in time and space Chronos had appeared; in the forges of Aztlan and among the savage yet highly-skilled workers therein. Stopping time is only so good when an actual God is nearby, and Io had been very nearby.
"Cheetah..." He pants, a little blood dribbling from his mouth. "I've... I've got it. As commissioned. A wonderful piece, and worth every antique you've promised me." Some things were difficult to obtain, even for Chronos, and Cheetah had somehow provided him with half of his treasure list already. "Is there anything else... you require?"
Chronos is in a rather plush looking apartment once belonging to a lady named Priscilla Rich, and now belonging to a sort of woman called Barbara Ann Minerva. Cheetah. And Cheetah has paid Chronos incredibly handsomely (an undisclosed sum, of course) to perform a unique task for her. As soon as she found out he was a Society member, she'd apparently sought him out to find a certain something.
The spear gifted to Wonder Woman by Io.
Of course, in between delivery from Io and to Wonder Woman, the spear had to be crafted and finished. And that's the moment in time and space Chronos had appeared; in the forges of Aztlan and among the savage yet highly-skilled workers therein. Stopping time is only so good when an actual God is nearby, and Io had been very nearby.
"Cheetah..." He pants, a little blood dribbling from his mouth. "I've... I've got it. As commissioned. A wonderful piece, and worth every antique you've promised me." Some things were difficult to obtain, even for Chronos, and Cheetah had somehow provided him with half of his treasure list already. "Is there anything else... you require?"