It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.
... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!
After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.
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[At least he can count on Damian not to make Aquaman jokes…]
I think the mortal world would see us kind of like that, too, since what's legal isn't always important for us to get things done. [He's broken a lot of rules to chase down monsters.] Must be nice to have an in.
[His eyes flicker to the scratch on the ground, then back to Damian as he processes that. A man who's built himself up to be something powerful? He knows a few mortals like that, but even so, Rachel had some help with the Oracle of Delphi. But it all makes sense to him and it's for that reason he slips his hands in the pockets of his ripped up jeans, more relaxed and open to explaining himself.]
As somebody captured by the Amazons? Can confirm they're pretty scary ladies, but they're good fighters. [It was nice when they joined their side of the fighting.] Even if our abilities are inherited and part of us, we still have a training camp we work out of. We all have different ones though, so maybe that's more alien? I don't know. [A soft huff, and he gives Damian a half-smile.] Pretty sure "divine" covers it. [At least that's how Annabeth explains it sometimes and he figures it's for the best.]
[Give him time, and he will make all the Aquaboy jokes.]
Wonder Woman makes up more than half the rest of those idiots in the Justice League combined. Sometimes, I think she's the only one with a brain besides Batman. [Someone is a #fan, but shh. Damian still isn't big on the whole heart over mind thing. Yet.] What do you mean, "divine"?
[Damian gives Percy a rather queer sort of glance. He's not the religious type, go figure.] Like gods?
[There's a short laugh.] She sounds incredible. A lot of the Amazonians I've met have been pretty smart, too. Have to be.
[But he just shrugs a little and nods.] But yeah, those guys. [He had a hard time grasping it when he first found out, too.] You can see why we keep it quiet.
[Nothing in his expression changes, letting Damian go through his cycle of questions.]
Me specifically? Greek. But I have friends who're kids of gods from the Roman pantheon. [Sadly Percy is not from a point in which he knows there are Egyptian magicians and Norse demigods. Oh well.] I didn't believe it at first either.
You're children of gods. [Kill him. He's glad there's no chronic mythological gods running around his universe really. Infamous regulars. (Lookin' at you, Marvel.)] Tt. Ridiculous. [But whatever. Technically, some people consider Clark and Diana gods.
And he's going to die in the future (again?) when he finds out Clark has had a brat he has to learn to work with. Fucking Jon.] Do you save the world from Titans?
[A smirk. It sure is, buddy. The way he speaks about it is almost too casually, enough that it might sound like either someone who's making it up or someone who's experienced way too much.]
Titans were last summer. This year it's the giants. [And Gaea.]
[There's some familiar camaraderie in hearing about this from Percy. He doesn't know the other boy well, and he sure as hell isn't going to fully trust him, but Damian thinks he can relate to Percy more than others he's met so far.
Minus Jason. Jason doesn't count.] My world is the same. Batman and the rest of us protect Gotham City and some of the surrounding areas such as Bludhaven.
The League and other heroes protect the entire planet. We've had to deal with all manner of idiotic happenings: robots, aliens, evil masterminds. Even each other. There's plenty of fools who try to mind control Batman and Superman and the rest into fighting one another. It happens to Superman more often than not because he's nearly immortal.
Our territory's usually Manhattan, but we've fought battles in other places around the world. It's a full-time job.
[Likewise, he's not sure how this conversation won't come back to bite him in the ass later but he's listening and he's interested in what Damian has to say since he's handling this news fairly well.]
I'll see your robots, aliens and evil masterminds and raise you monsters, minor gods, and Mother Earth herself. [It's not meant to be "outdoing him" or anything of the sort, but more of a way to relate that he gets it. The world sucks and it's hard but he gets it. He blanches a bit at the word "mind control" and "fighting one another" because he has had enough experience with that thank you very much.] Try as in they don't succeed? They never know when to quit, do they?
My father... Batman. He says as long as there's people, there will be people doing bad things. Evil things, sometimes; mild annoyances, other times. But that doesn't justify whether people should be killed, or should die.
[For a long moment, he stares at the hens picking their way through the scratch, lips pulled into a tight line and expression contemplatively serious.] My mother and my grandfather are a different story. [Maybe Percy won't be the only one who has something to come back and bite him in the ass.] My grandfather was patriarch of the League of Assassins before Mother took his place.
He believed people are destroying the world and each other. He thought it'd be best if we start over. If there was a great culling, resetting the world's clock.
[Hearing "my father Batman" is just about as weird as "my father Poseidon" or "my father Jupiter" so he lets it roll, finding he can't even bring himself to disagree. In a way, it sounds like something even Chiron would say. Isn't that what happened to them? They defeated one evil and now it's onto the next.
But Damian seems pretty young still. Not that it makes a huge difference, now that he's really starting to get it. Annabeth was 7 when she ran away from home. Nico was 10 when they found him and Bianca. It's not fair, but it's something.]
It's why there's people like us. [He says after some time. He doesn't even have to guess at what the League of Assassins is and he's visibly startled for a moment, the mental gymnastics starting as he tries to figure that part out. But, he gets it.]
Last summer, we fought for the fate of Olympus. There was a prophecy, I had to…[Maybe the details aren't important.] The Lord of the Titans. Kronos. He felt the same way, wanting to tear Olympus down and start civilization over with the titans' reign like it was before the gods overthrew them in the first place. He recruited a lot of monsters and some demigods to his side before we stopped him. And now Gaea wants the same thing and we're stuck dealing with her other kids, the giants. It'd almost be impressive if it wasn't destructive and wrong.
[He licks his lips, turning suddenly and gesturing for Damian to follow if he wants. He should probably track down his dog.] This game's probably run by people just like that. I can't decide if it's good or bad to have experience dealing with it.
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you're lucky i've only just started magnus' journey and not percy's
[Glad to not be standing around twiddling his thumbs while reminiscing, he turns to follow Percy on the hunt for the dog.] I wouldn't doubt it. It's a game. A lot like the games those from Gotham would play; the Joker, the Riddler.
But knowing that's true doesn't help us.
And if your powers and others' powers are also dulled or removed, then... We have to do things the Bat way, and that's by hand, by skill. With cunning, not strength.
We are going to have to figure out where to start. All of us aren't heroes. Each week, someone is going to die, and we're left investigating who did it. We need to figure out how to keep anyone from dying at all. Everyone's hand is being forced. They are crafting a game where everyone is innocent, but also where no one is.
There's no legal system here either. Others aren't going to follow the legal system of a world they aren't a part of to begin with. It's going to be Lord of the Flies before the finish.
first off a.) good magnus is great and b.) sorry for the random info dump in this thread then whoops
[Percy doesn't do well standing around. Battle reflexes, ADHD, whatever you want to call it, it helps to be on the move and occasionally whistling for Mrs. O'Leary.]
Let me guess, their games were sick pranks and puzzles? [He bites the inside of his cheek, scratching briefly at a fading scar.] You know not all demigods have powers, right? [No, Percy, that's probably not common knowledge. He's quick to rectify himself.] My girlfriend's one of the strongest fighters I know and she only gets by on skill and her brain. She's bailed my butt out enough times for me to know she's good.
[But on the other hand, Damian's right. It's why the lack of commentary on the removal of his powers. He can get by with skill and figuring things out by hand, but it still bothers him.] I don't think most of us signed up to be junior detectives, so the biggest challenge is getting everybody to work together not to start going crazy and blaming each other for the little things. I'm still wondering if it'd be easier to take out the Sheriff right away.
[...but that reference earns Damian a blank stare.] I'm pretty sure I missed school the month we learned about that book, but I'll take your word for it.
magnus is a shit i love him and NO IT'S OK I LOVE IT!!! GIVE ME!! just.. if you fuck up i wont know
Yes. Unfortunately. They always try to find something Batman can't answer or can't do, only to be surprised because there's nothing he can't. [Close to the homestead, Damian deposits the bucket in a good place where it won't go missing or get knocked over.] The book is about a group of teenage boys stranded on an island.
They come up with their own rules and own hierarchy, as humans do naturally without any defined laws or regulations. It goes about as well as expected. [So not well at all, and it makes you wonder if humans are all inherently bad in some way for it to be pulled so easily to the surface.]
Is your girlfriend here with you?
most of the riordan-verse protags are, it's why they're lovable. and OKAY GOOD...bless u
I'd ask "why do they keep trying?" but it's the same reason the giants keep coming after us, too. [They're stupid. Stupid and filled with false promises. Ah well. He seems to spot something out by the horse corral and whistles again. A small dark dog's head pops up from the tall grass as Mrs. O'Leary woofs in response.]
So. Not the kind of story that ends with "they all worked peacefully and agreeably and nobody died." Got it. The thing about this game is it's designed to feed into people's fear. Goes right back to what you said about not mastering it and being controlled by it. Not many people are going to trust 39 strangers, especially not with those wanted posters that're up.
[But he nods, even if there's an amused grin following that.] Knowing her, she's in town interrogating more people. Name's Annabeth. [And then, almost belatedly:] And I'm Percy.
[Ugh. The wanted posters.] Robin. [Which is nowhere to be found, so anyone with half a brain is going to either confuse him with Jason Todd, or know from the posters that he is Damian Wayne. Whatever, they can find out on their own terms.]
No one will be able to get this many people to cooperate. Time is crucial. [Oh... That sure is... a dog. Be still his heart...] Is that yours? [Man, he kind of misses Titus.]
[The nice thing about a name like Robin is that it can be a real name or a codename, and Percy doesn't question which it is.]
I wouldn't say no one. We've organized groups this size before, but that was also when Olympus was about to be destroyed. [That's not to say he'll be the one doing it this time, but it's possible. With effort. And the threat of doom. But anyway!! He looks back to where Mrs. O'Leary seems to be stomping through the grass to make her way toward them, still getting used to her mastiff-puppy-sized body and moving like she's used to be much, much larger.] That's Mrs. O'Leary. She was waiting for me when we got here. Still haven't figured out why or how they found her but she seems to be adjusting okay.
[MRS. O'LEARY. Damian is going to die.] Someone was waiting on me, too. [And Damian isn't sure how or why either, but whatever. It isn't bad to have a little familiar company.] Alfred Pennyworth.
My cat. [He watches Mrs. O'Leary tread through the grass back toward them.] O'Leary doesn't chase cats, does she? [Because Pennyworth is wandering around who knows where. Or sleeping--more than likely.]
Nah, she just chases people. [Which is mostly true. But he can't help but laugh.] You named your cat Alfred Pennyworth and you're concerned about "Mrs."? [But he settles after that.] I didn't name her. Her original owner did.
[It has been a while since he gave Percy much of a stink face, but he does now, lips twisting sourly. Excuse u.] Pennyworth's namesake is one of the greatest men I know besides my father. [So there.]
"Mrs." implies that the dog is legally married. [He looks back at the dog. When did this doggo have a wedding.]
All right, all right. [He holds up his hands in a placating motion, though he's still smirking. Mrs. O'Leary, on the other hand, finally settles near Percy's feet and stares up at Damian before barking.]
She might be, I don't know how hellhound marriages work.
[Despite the name, Mrs. O'Leary wags her tail and pads forward to sniff at Damian's hand before deciding he seems okay and licking his fingers.]
The only friendly one I've ever met. [His tone's fairly dry, like he still can't quite believe it.] I don't know what the Sheriff did to her, but she normally doesn't look like this.
[Oh.] Then it isn't only us then. It's everything. Like the hoverboard. Pennyworth is an normal cat, so I wouldn't have noticed any change in him. [Poor Mrs. O'Leary. Damian gives her some reassuring ruffly pets.]
Goliath would have been the same, if he had been here. [Man, why couldn't he have gotten Goliath?]
I know a few people that have things that're powered down. From what I can tell whoever the Sheriff's working for is pretty powerful. [Wait.] And what's Goliath...?
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I think the mortal world would see us kind of like that, too, since what's legal isn't always important for us to get things done. [He's broken a lot of rules to chase down monsters.] Must be nice to have an in.
[His eyes flicker to the scratch on the ground, then back to Damian as he processes that. A man who's built himself up to be something powerful? He knows a few mortals like that, but even so, Rachel had some help with the Oracle of Delphi. But it all makes sense to him and it's for that reason he slips his hands in the pockets of his ripped up jeans, more relaxed and open to explaining himself.]
As somebody captured by the Amazons? Can confirm they're pretty scary ladies, but they're good fighters. [It was nice when they joined their side of the fighting.] Even if our abilities are inherited and part of us, we still have a training camp we work out of. We all have different ones though, so maybe that's more alien? I don't know. [A soft huff, and he gives Damian a half-smile.] Pretty sure "divine" covers it. [At least that's how Annabeth explains it sometimes and he figures it's for the best.]
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Wonder Woman makes up more than half the rest of those idiots in the Justice League combined. Sometimes, I think she's the only one with a brain besides Batman. [Someone is a #fan, but shh. Damian still isn't big on the whole heart over mind thing. Yet.] What do you mean, "divine"?
[Damian gives Percy a rather queer sort of glance. He's not the religious type, go figure.] Like gods?
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[But he just shrugs a little and nods.] But yeah, those guys. [He had a hard time grasping it when he first found out, too.] You can see why we keep it quiet.
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What kind of gods? Egyptian? Greek? Native?
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Me specifically? Greek. But I have friends who're kids of gods from the Roman pantheon. [Sadly Percy is not from a point in which he knows there are Egyptian magicians and Norse demigods. Oh well.] I didn't believe it at first either.
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And he's going to die in the future (again?) when he finds out Clark has had a brat he has to learn to work with. Fucking Jon.] Do you save the world from Titans?
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Titans were last summer. This year it's the giants. [And Gaea.]
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Minus Jason. Jason doesn't count.] My world is the same. Batman and the rest of us protect Gotham City and some of the surrounding areas such as Bludhaven.
The League and other heroes protect the entire planet. We've had to deal with all manner of idiotic happenings: robots, aliens, evil masterminds. Even each other. There's plenty of fools who try to mind control Batman and Superman and the rest into fighting one another. It happens to Superman more often than not because he's nearly immortal.
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[Likewise, he's not sure how this conversation won't come back to bite him in the ass later but he's listening and he's interested in what Damian has to say since he's handling this news fairly well.]
I'll see your robots, aliens and evil masterminds and raise you monsters, minor gods, and Mother Earth herself. [It's not meant to be "outdoing him" or anything of the sort, but more of a way to relate that he gets it. The world sucks and it's hard but he gets it. He blanches a bit at the word "mind control" and "fighting one another" because he has had enough experience with that thank you very much.] Try as in they don't succeed? They never know when to quit, do they?
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[For a long moment, he stares at the hens picking their way through the scratch, lips pulled into a tight line and expression contemplatively serious.] My mother and my grandfather are a different story. [Maybe Percy won't be the only one who has something to come back and bite him in the ass.] My grandfather was patriarch of the League of Assassins before Mother took his place.
He believed people are destroying the world and each other. He thought it'd be best if we start over. If there was a great culling, resetting the world's clock.
Great ambition, but a wasted and terrible one.
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But Damian seems pretty young still. Not that it makes a huge difference, now that he's really starting to get it. Annabeth was 7 when she ran away from home. Nico was 10 when they found him and Bianca. It's not fair, but it's something.]
It's why there's people like us. [He says after some time. He doesn't even have to guess at what the League of Assassins is and he's visibly startled for a moment, the mental gymnastics starting as he tries to figure that part out. But, he gets it.]
Last summer, we fought for the fate of Olympus. There was a prophecy, I had to…[Maybe the details aren't important.] The Lord of the Titans. Kronos. He felt the same way, wanting to tear Olympus down and start civilization over with the titans' reign like it was before the gods overthrew them in the first place. He recruited a lot of monsters and some demigods to his side before we stopped him. And now Gaea wants the same thing and we're stuck dealing with her other kids, the giants. It'd almost be impressive if it wasn't destructive and wrong.
[He licks his lips, turning suddenly and gesturing for Damian to follow if he wants. He should probably track down his dog.] This game's probably run by people just like that. I can't decide if it's good or bad to have experience dealing with it.
you're lucky i've only just started magnus' journey and not percy's
But knowing that's true doesn't help us.
And if your powers and others' powers are also dulled or removed, then... We have to do things the Bat way, and that's by hand, by skill. With cunning, not strength.
We are going to have to figure out where to start. All of us aren't heroes. Each week, someone is going to die, and we're left investigating who did it. We need to figure out how to keep anyone from dying at all. Everyone's hand is being forced. They are crafting a game where everyone is innocent, but also where no one is.
There's no legal system here either. Others aren't going to follow the legal system of a world they aren't a part of to begin with. It's going to be Lord of the Flies before the finish.
first off a.) good magnus is great and b.) sorry for the random info dump in this thread then whoops
Let me guess, their games were sick pranks and puzzles? [He bites the inside of his cheek, scratching briefly at a fading scar.] You know not all demigods have powers, right? [No, Percy, that's probably not common knowledge. He's quick to rectify himself.] My girlfriend's one of the strongest fighters I know and she only gets by on skill and her brain. She's bailed my butt out enough times for me to know she's good.
[But on the other hand, Damian's right. It's why the lack of commentary on the removal of his powers. He can get by with skill and figuring things out by hand, but it still bothers him.] I don't think most of us signed up to be junior detectives, so the biggest challenge is getting everybody to work together not to start going crazy and blaming each other for the little things. I'm still wondering if it'd be easier to take out the Sheriff right away.
[...but that reference earns Damian a blank stare.] I'm pretty sure I missed school the month we learned about that book, but I'll take your word for it.
magnus is a shit i love him and NO IT'S OK I LOVE IT!!! GIVE ME!! just.. if you fuck up i wont know
They come up with their own rules and own hierarchy, as humans do naturally without any defined laws or regulations. It goes about as well as expected. [So not well at all, and it makes you wonder if humans are all inherently bad in some way for it to be pulled so easily to the surface.]
Is your girlfriend here with you?
most of the riordan-verse protags are, it's why they're lovable. and OKAY GOOD...bless u
So. Not the kind of story that ends with "they all worked peacefully and agreeably and nobody died." Got it. The thing about this game is it's designed to feed into people's fear. Goes right back to what you said about not mastering it and being controlled by it. Not many people are going to trust 39 strangers, especially not with those wanted posters that're up.
[But he nods, even if there's an amused grin following that.] Knowing her, she's in town interrogating more people. Name's Annabeth. [And then, almost belatedly:] And I'm Percy.
slaps them. gently.
No one will be able to get this many people to cooperate. Time is crucial. [Oh... That sure is... a dog. Be still his heart...] Is that yours? [Man, he kind of misses Titus.]
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I wouldn't say no one. We've organized groups this size before, but that was also when Olympus was about to be destroyed. [That's not to say he'll be the one doing it this time, but it's possible. With effort. And the threat of doom. But anyway!! He looks back to where Mrs. O'Leary seems to be stomping through the grass to make her way toward them, still getting used to her mastiff-puppy-sized body and moving like she's used to be much, much larger.] That's Mrs. O'Leary. She was waiting for me when we got here. Still haven't figured out why or how they found her but she seems to be adjusting okay.
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My cat. [He watches Mrs. O'Leary tread through the grass back toward them.] O'Leary doesn't chase cats, does she? [Because Pennyworth is wandering around who knows where. Or sleeping--more than likely.]
Wait--"Mrs."?
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"Mrs." implies that the dog is legally married. [He looks back at the dog. When did this doggo have a wedding.]
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She might be, I don't know how hellhound marriages work.
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Carefully, Damian squats in place, arms on his thighs. He holds out one hand so that the dog can sniff him.]
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The only friendly one I've ever met. [His tone's fairly dry, like he still can't quite believe it.] I don't know what the Sheriff did to her, but she normally doesn't look like this.
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Goliath would have been the same, if he had been here. [Man, why couldn't he have gotten Goliath?]
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