[Clock - 09:00 | 09:00 AM]
[Calendar - 20/01/2003]
[Location - Foundation Station - Old Gotham, Gotham City, New Jersey]
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POV Change
Atlas
"...is this the guy that is second in command? This cripple? Why did the boss even put him as second in command, even I am better than hi-"
Atlas felt a vein in his forehead bulge just a little bit. Faster than anyone could react, a sharp spike of jagged crystal shot out of the ground at breakneck speeds, only to stop just a few millimeters away from the other man's neck. Atlas kept smiling kindly as he treated the broken leg of the poor boy that he was treating. He didn't even turn to look at the man as he said, the same sweet and kind voice that he was using to speak to the poor child: "Well, you see, I believe that the earth is kind to us. Humanity has caused so much damage and so much hurt to Mother Earth, and yet she still loves us and in her infinite kindness, treats us as her children." This time he turned to look at the man after he finished tightly tying the leg to a stick, to keep the leg straight so he would be able to heal it in a little bit, as soon as he recovers enough energy for that: "The earth is kind... I also believe in the phrase 'Kill them with kindness'... Now, would you like to die by kindness, Jax? Is that your name- it doesn't matter, that's your name now, Jax. You look like a Jax, so that's your name now."
Jax (his name was Adrian...) gulped hard, his entire body had frozen in fear as the sharp looking jagged crystal spike seemed to inch closer and closer to his neck- With a heavy sigh, the crystal simply sank back into the ground without any sound, almost as if the earth had swallowed it down.
"Anyone else with delusions of grandeur that needs to go down a peg or two?" There was only silence in the air, the group of 13 homeless people kept quiet in fear of angering the boss even further: "Good... Now, where were we? Yes, I remember- pull the lever, Jax!"
Nervously, he looked at the lever in front of him... And pulled it. Immediately, the recently repaired and semi-functional train started to go backwards.
"Wrong lever!"
Let's go back a bit, okay?
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[Clock - 13:09 | 01:09 PM]
[Calendar - 14/01/2003]
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It has been a day and a few hours since Waylon left. It hadn't been long and Atlas didn't really miss him- I mean, it's not like he risked his own safety to save him from a haunted insane asylum, right? 'Stupid fucking alligator man.' Atlas floated, inches away from the ceiling, his hand dragging across it as he casted [Chloromorpho] and [Color] to change the color of the concrete ceiling and make beautiful patterns- because the spell was of the Illusion school of magic, he was able to influence it in the future, he's sure of it, but for now he's focusing on the school of Transmutation before going into any deep research and learning into any other school of magic, although he did learn spells from other schools of magic too. "Hum..." Lowering himself so he was 2 feet away from the ceiling, but still 48 feet from the ground, Atlas looked at the painted ceiling. "What you think, Baytor?" He couldn't exactly turn around, but there was no need for such, as he heard and read-
[<Swaying of cloth>]
[<Creaking of glass bottles>]
"[Baytor (Supportive, Happy): I Am Baytor~! (I think it looks pretty good, actually. Reminds me of my time in New York, looking at the beautiful painting of Vincent van Gogh. Truly a starry night indeed. I really like how you've made the brighter stars have a shine to them by painting around the light bulbs, marking them as planets of the solar system that can be seen in the night sky at the naked eye.)] Carrying a crate of empty glass bottles- don't worry, they're for something Atlas is working on -and swaying with an invisible wind by how happy he was, Baytor complimented the way he painted the ceiling with his magic. It wasn't at the level of Vincent van Gogh but it was still a beautiful starry night sky painting! Atlas' magic was truly wondrous and wonderful, wasn't it? "[Baytor (Happy, Excited): Oh, where you want me to put these bottles? By the others or by the special corner in the main conductor train cabin? It's great you're working on repairing the old train, it reminds me of my times taking the trains in Europe... Ah, the good ol' days...)]"
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Sewer King - DC SI
FanfictionImagine waking up in a sewer. Now imagine you got no legs, no memories, and no bitches- Hey, there's a huge croc guy! To make sure he doesn't you, you promise him you'll make him a king! And he doesn't eat you. Now, you gotta make him a king. Well...
