Rock You Like a Hurricane [Unfinished]
Who: Terra, Demyx, Vergil, War [Open]
Where: Near the front of the church
When: Several days after Terra's arrival, after this log.
What: Terra loses control of her powers and causes an earthquake which rocks the whole city.
It had been days. Countless days. The emails she sent bounced back. No Slade. No Titans. There was a Robin here, but he could not help her. He was not her Robin. Not the one she knew anyway.
The past few days have been spent trying to get home. Forget food. Forget shelter, although she hasn't been tired enough to sleep.
Her frantic invesigation lead her through doors that only returned her to the church. Over and over again she returned to the church, that creepy building that just loomed mockingly above her. None of the doors lead to safety, to security. She was alone, alone from those she dared to call her friends. She could not complete her training, or uphold her bargain.
The resolve she worked so hard to make was fading, the last time she collapsed in front of the church. She was beyond exhausted, and could no longer carry herself as she did in her world.
She wasn't a hero. She was weak, scared, insecure...
Just then, she could feel the ground trembling beneath her feet and her hands as she struggled to push herself up again.
Oh no! Not again!
Where: Near the front of the church
When: Several days after Terra's arrival, after this log.
What: Terra loses control of her powers and causes an earthquake which rocks the whole city.
It had been days. Countless days. The emails she sent bounced back. No Slade. No Titans. There was a Robin here, but he could not help her. He was not her Robin. Not the one she knew anyway.
The past few days have been spent trying to get home. Forget food. Forget shelter, although she hasn't been tired enough to sleep.
Her frantic invesigation lead her through doors that only returned her to the church. Over and over again she returned to the church, that creepy building that just loomed mockingly above her. None of the doors lead to safety, to security. She was alone, alone from those she dared to call her friends. She could not complete her training, or uphold her bargain.
The resolve she worked so hard to make was fading, the last time she collapsed in front of the church. She was beyond exhausted, and could no longer carry herself as she did in her world.
She wasn't a hero. She was weak, scared, insecure...
Just then, she could feel the ground trembling beneath her feet and her hands as she struggled to push herself up again.
Oh no! Not again!