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[angel_in_a_box]

Jade has been sent ahead while the other preparations continue. She could sense them growing restless, even encouraged it. Still, the preparations were over

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[angel_in_a_box]

"Poison Ivy!"

[ivy_lady]

She shaking ever so lightly. Best sometimes to be a reed in the wind. "Yes."

She looks at the image in Dark Angel's mirror...

[jessequick]

It's Sunday evening, and Jesse Quick is working. Considering her good work ethic (i.e., that she's a workaholic), no surprise there. Tucked in the office of the JSA's business manager, she is busy doing weekly accounting for the JSA and ordering something special: food for the homeless on behalf of the Justice Society.

[angel_in_a_box]

"Jesse Quick," The grin a mallious and gleeful. "Those who love you will see you as a stranger!" She touches the hands of Poison Ivy. "Their affections transfer to Pamela Isley...the Poison Ivy!"

Ivy starts feeling sucked away...

"You'll be able to draw on her memories...and talk with her. She'll be able to watch eveything my dear..."

[angel_in_a_box]

"Magenta! Take the necklace Kostan brought and come forth!"

[jla_extras]

Kostan drops the black ribbon and gold shell into her hand and Magenta strides forward, still glowering at Dark Angel.

This is wrong. This probably breaks half the Commandments.
Shut up, Fran.

[blackest_bird]

One dark angel to another.
take care
Breathe.
presence that is not your own
The threads that tie all together are smooth around her.
take care--not all affection is wanted
Raven sits, spine straight, in the sunlight from the window.
too late
She is on guard, for many, but relaxed for her.
her folly

[angel_in_a_box]

Because of Raven's magical nature, she can hear the words, as if she were suddenly in a wind tunnel.

"Raven of Azarath...Those who love you will see you as a stranger! Their affections transfer to Frances Kane!"

She smiles at Magenta..."One freak down, my dear..."

And Raven feels herself being teleported...

[angel_in_a_box]

"Tara Markov!" She beckons her to the mirror.

[jla_extras]

Terra struts forward, the necklace glimmering in her hand.

"Bring it."

[alt_minds2]

Aurora is reading quietly at the kitchen table at Titans Tower. It's a thick biology textbook, and she makes a few notes on a nearby piece of paper.

She stretches, then pauses. Something doesn't feel right.

[jla_extras]

Terra gives a predatory grin. "And just watch as get mine..."

This little hippie pissed her off. She shouldn't have been wounded by this pathetic excuse for a wannabe hero. She wanted to be a Titan? Fine. Let her find out Titans end up dead.

"I'm comin for you, hippie. Just watch what I can do..."

[jla_extras]

And how are you gonna stop me? Write a letter to Congress? You couldn't last time, and you never will.

Tara looks over memories of Aurora's, ripping them away like pieces of cloth. So, he compared me to Darth Vader? How cute.

Tara secures the silver chain around her neck as she pushes the chair in. Then, she picks up Aurora's homework, throwing it into the trash bin.

[alt_minds2]

My homework. Why did you do that?

That vicious laughter in her head, and Aurora is slammed with an image.
Some infernal contraption in a large room that's too brightly lit. An audience in purple cloaks and face-concealing hoods surround the arena, looking down upon them

[jla_extras]

Terra can feel the other one's fear, and restrained anger.

Go ahead, baby. Cry all you want about it.

Terra then gets a glance of another one of Aurora's memories - a ghost in a fireman's uniform. What in the -?

You aren't the first person to skinride on me, Tara. Just because you're in the driver's seat doesn't mean I have to make it a comfortable road trip...

Terra grits her teeth. Fucking hippie. She starts trying to think of every disgusting or nasty thing she can think of in order to scare her off..

[angel_in_a_box]

"Harleen Quinsel! Come forward!"

[_harley_quinn_]

Harley bounced over to where Dark Angel was standing, waving one hand in the air as if she was trying to be seen in a crowd. "HERE!! And don't call me Harleen!"

Gods she hated that name.

[angel_in_a_box]

Dark Angel is a little taken aback by that. She knows it's how Harley thinks of real self...at least much of the time.

"Very well..."

She opens up the reflection to the image of Bette Kane.

"Bette Kane, the Flamebird. Those who love you will see you as a stranger! She holds out the picture. "Their affections transfer to the Harlequin!"

[_bird_of_flame_]

Hey...

Bette starts to feel ... strangely. It's like something is tugging at the middle of her and it isn't a pleasant sensation. Not quite painful but certainly not pleasant.

"Hey! What the....?"