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[h1][color=aba000]Justice League Origins[/color][/h1]
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When Kent Nelson woke up on this day he had not expected for his day to end with an invasion scheme that reeked of the pages of pulp fiction. But this was real life, not some tale spun out by Zeigfreid, Hubbard, or Rocklynne. Though it certainly would’ve been a lot more fun, because there could be that melodramatic announcer voice narrating the whole thing—this week our hero faces peril as he comes to wit’s end with the perilous machines from planet killcron eight! How will he prevail this week? – But all of the dated jokes couldn’t really make the problem this presented go away which Kent Nelson very much knew from his experiences from running away from psychopaths, dodging gunfire, and solving deadly puzzles in somehow undiscovered ruins. But in all honesty—he hadn’t heard from Nabu in months, which was supposed to be the voice in his head to warn him of the world being in danger. Perhaps the forces of fate that existed didn’t see these seven foot tall robots from hell were a reasonable thing to announce? Honestly, he was starting to wonder if they were on vacation or Nabu had taken on a sick day.

A sigh left him as he backed around another corner. Since the affairs in Khandaq he had learned a lot about magic so he didn’t have to entirely rely on Nabu’s wisdom to survive—but it wasn’t enough, especially in a scenario like this. He was almost to his car and his ride out of the darkest dredges of New Jersey, so that was a plus. It had been a really bad time to come to Gotham and deal with an eccentric art dealer who could’ve had clues to the Cloak of Destiny. Without skipping a beat Kent thought to himself glibly—don’t go to Gotham when it is being invaded by robots; also, write off this from the list of ‘probably impossible’ things. A lot of things had left that list for him since he became acquainted with Nabu and the powers of Fate, though generally these things were in exotic ruins in mountains or deserts—not urban jungles like Gotham. 

[color=aba000]“Going to have to cross that one off of the list.”[/color] Kent remarked as he continued on, hoping not be spotted. He definitely did not want to be probed.

A sigh of relief escaped Kent as he finally spotted his car in sight—for all of four seconds before one of those robots came about and pointlessly crushed it like it was one of those trucks at a monster truck rally—without the fanfare. Kent’s insurance definitely did not cover ‘in the event that your vehicle is destroyed by a giant robot’ in the slightest… so continuing to not be a good day at all.

[color=aba000]“Oh come on!”[/color]

Before he could fluster his annoyance any further a voice boomed in his head—Nabu’s. It seemed that this invasion matter was indeed world-threatening and of the utmost importance after all. Though, Nabu could’ve showed up before his car was obliterated, so a little bit frustrating.  

[i][b][color=aba000]“We must do something to secure the world from descent into chaos.”[/color][/b][/i]

Kent would’ve liked a little warning before Nabu decided he was going to announce himself to him, commanding him like some omnipotent being. Truth was that Nabu [i]was[/i] an [i]omnipotent being[/i] so he couldn’t quite hold him up to the standard like he wasn’t. Still, a little warning would’ve been nice.

[i][color=aba000]“A hello would’ve been wonderful, Nabu. Ring a doorbell or something next time, okay?”[/color][/i]

[i][b][color=aba000]“You need to prepare yourself to merge with my being for a short time.”[/color][/b][/i]

This hadn’t happened since Kaznia. But with the way things were going Kent didn’t disagree, but he hated losing control of his own body—it was weird and all “I’m a puppet on a string!” which made him feel really uncomfortable and iffy. But the precedent was there.

[i][color=aba000]“…oh.”[/color][/i]

The form of Doctor Fate had not been seen often, and in a city like Gotham it clashed with the dull colors that the architects of old had designed. The form of Fate was bold with colors of gold and blue—a royal contrast to the environment that stuck out like a giraffe in a pack of zebras. But when Kent Nelson “signed” up for the affair of being Nabu’s guide and host in the physical realm he didn’t exactly get to pick the color scheme or anything really. Levitating plainly in the air the form of Doctor Fate bolted with great speed in the direction of the nearest assortment of robots—who happened to be combating a black armored tank which they were about to overwhelm.

[color=aba000][b]“You are not wanted. Perish!”[/b][/color]

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The difference between Nabu and Kent Nelson was that Nabu was theatric in a sort of “not on purpose” way which gave Doctor Fate this feel of zeal and regality that was immense but real as well; though Kent Nelson always thought it was cheesy and dumb as well as the fact that he hadn’t quite liked merging with Nabu in the past as it was like watching his body do actions he wasn’t even thinking about as the forces of Fate used his bones as a vessel— but sometimes his thought process snuck into Nabu’s actions, perhaps due to their partial synthesis. Doctor Fate rose his hand and raw arcane energy blasted at the assortment of robots, drawing their attention and definitely doing damage in the process.

[color=aba000][b]“You will not be allowed, this is not this world’s fate.”[/b][/color]