When You Wish Upon A Star [Closed, In Progress]
WHO: Bruce (darkknightfall) and Tim (bratwonder)
WHAT: Tim's gets to be a real boy again!
WHERE: The Bathouse
WHEN: Yesterday evening
To say the least, Bruce was... less than pleased with what had been going on recently. While, so far, the gods had proven far more benign than Zikhadhara, they were no less powerful, and no less arrogant in their application of said power. While he understood as well as anyone that balance needed to be restores, and that the power of the crystals-- both the ones that the Nobodies had made and the crystal shards of the Garnet-- were too dangerous to be allowed to fall into the wrong hands, neither was he comfortable with the power and authority the gods wielded with such total impunity. Even the Justice League was able to be checked, each member having their weaknesses to be exploited, if any of them went rogue. And yet, with these gods, so terribly self-involved, who was there who could stop them, if their vagaries grew cruel and petty?
Already their childishness in response to defiance was apparent-- even their Queen, Cela, had shown it, in transforming Tim into a bat for an impetuous question. One he should have known better than to ask, but the transformation had been an overreaction on the goddess' part, to be sure. Zikhadhara had been vanquished before, but it frustrated Bruce that they still didn't know why he had, and, furthermore, if there was a Garnet-like item powering each of these gods, it was elsewhere, and who knew how far the shards had been scattered?
Scanning the journals and taking in the latest batch of arrivals, as well as the latest wave of visions, he looked up to the ceiling, where Tim was hanging, wishing he knew some way to change him back. But for now, he knew, all there was that he could do was care for Tim's new body and hope it would change back soon.
WHAT: Tim's gets to be a real boy again!
WHERE: The Bathouse
WHEN: Yesterday evening
To say the least, Bruce was... less than pleased with what had been going on recently. While, so far, the gods had proven far more benign than Zikhadhara, they were no less powerful, and no less arrogant in their application of said power. While he understood as well as anyone that balance needed to be restores, and that the power of the crystals-- both the ones that the Nobodies had made and the crystal shards of the Garnet-- were too dangerous to be allowed to fall into the wrong hands, neither was he comfortable with the power and authority the gods wielded with such total impunity. Even the Justice League was able to be checked, each member having their weaknesses to be exploited, if any of them went rogue. And yet, with these gods, so terribly self-involved, who was there who could stop them, if their vagaries grew cruel and petty?
Already their childishness in response to defiance was apparent-- even their Queen, Cela, had shown it, in transforming Tim into a bat for an impetuous question. One he should have known better than to ask, but the transformation had been an overreaction on the goddess' part, to be sure. Zikhadhara had been vanquished before, but it frustrated Bruce that they still didn't know why he had, and, furthermore, if there was a Garnet-like item powering each of these gods, it was elsewhere, and who knew how far the shards had been scattered?
Scanning the journals and taking in the latest batch of arrivals, as well as the latest wave of visions, he looked up to the ceiling, where Tim was hanging, wishing he knew some way to change him back. But for now, he knew, all there was that he could do was care for Tim's new body and hope it would change back soon.