Ἀποκάλυψις - The Lifting of the Veil

[mari_grayson]

As humans count the days, it has been over 3 years since Nightstar, Starfire, and Nightwing challenged Croutex to a duel in the Dreaming, ending at last in Destruction's intervention, though he had declined to resume control of his realm. Over 3 years since Dr. Fate bid the heroes of his universe to dream, and rebuild the order left tattered and

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[kmurphy_cpd]

The white sand is warm underfoot, and the humid air seems saturated with the mingled scents of tropical flowers. She has almost grown accustomed to the sounds of surf, so different from the sounds of traffic, and the island patois is almost intelligible to her now.

It is a wonderful vacation ... if only she could remember where her pants are ... and why Kincaid is looking like Dresden all of a sudden....

[cmdr_ivanova]

Who am I? I am Susan Ivanova, Commander. Daughter of Andre and Sophie Ivanov. I am the right hand of vengeance and the boot that is going to kick your sorry ass all the way back to Earth, sweetheart! I am death incarnate, and the last living thing that you will ever see. God sent me.

She can feel the White Star thrumming all around her, eager for battle. In the deeper background, she almost thinks she can feel the minds of the crew, human and Minbari, but none of that matters--

The deck is cold beneath her legs, but she welcomes it. She wants to be cold. She wants to be numb. But the tears keep flowing.

You know the ones that I loved always ended up hurting me, leaving me. And the ones who stayed, they had nothing inside, no depth. After a while I just decided to forget about it. And here was Marcus. I knew he'd never hurt me and I knew he'd never leave me and I knew he loved me. I knew it and I just didn't want to admit it. And he gave so much and he wanted so little in return. And he just wanted a kind word or a smile and all

[earthborn_angel]

"Noooooooooooooooooo!" Her scream could curdle blood.

A bolt of divine energy - fire laced with lightning - shot through out of nothing and tore into Linda’s chest. She threw her head back and screamed, falling to her knees. Jagged waves of pain rolled through Linda as the power forced itself into her chest, disintegrating what passed for her costume as the Fallen Angel. Hot, salty tears rolled down her sweating face as the divine energy seared her. She could feel her flesh bubble and she could hear it snap.

Just as suddenly as the bolt of divine energy had come, it was gone. Instantly, a wave of cool air flowed towards her, cooling the injury that the power had placed on her. Linda shivered as a fever rose in her body and she fell to the ground, curling up into a fetal position.

Smoke rose from her body and from her back sprouted wings of mystical fire.

[nfl_superpro]

Bears... Bears.... Ditka... Bears... Sausage... Bears... Steelers... Landry... Lovie Smith...

[zinda_blackhawk]

The air is rent with the sounds of combat, fueled by adrenalin and sleep deprivation. Instinct takes control, and the flames of righteous anger drive the Blackhawks forth.

The sky weeps steel, smoke, fire and bullets.

She is walking through a morass of soul-sucking mud, casting her gaze as if for the first time upon the camp's survivors, wandering as though in a trance, passing the pale ghosts of those who could have once been called human, and trying not to dry heave as she realizes the stench that filled her nostrils and assaulted her lungs on their approach was that of burned bone and flesh. Human flesh. Human bones.

There is no cleansing rain created by any God that can take this agony away.