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Happy Man of Tomorrow Tuesday to those who celebrate.
I'll celebrate when we get Clark doing the Starlord dance.
Welcome back to Middle School Monday.
To celebrate this week's entry, @Stormyx is accepted. Please drop Emma in the Character Tab when you have a moment and happy posting. Let us know if there's anything we can do to help your entry into the IC.
And tagging @Half Pint so they sees it as well.
To celebrate this week's entry, @Stormyx is accepted. Please drop Emma in the Character Tab when you have a moment and happy posting. Let us know if there's anything we can do to help your entry into the IC.
And tagging @Half Pint so they sees it as well.
MERCY REEF
Outside Amnesty Bay Harbor, Maine Coast
A small figure leapt into the sky.
Did Surface-Dwellers have such strength? The Atlanteans watching from the boat found themselves questioning what they thought they knew of the surface world, when it appeared that orcas emerged, the sea itself helping to propel the child-like silhouette over to the reef.
Collectively, the jaws of everyone dropped.
When he eventually found his voice again, Vulko remarked, “That’s no Surface-Dweller.”
Did Surface-Dwellers have such strength? The Atlanteans watching from the boat found themselves questioning what they thought they knew of the surface world, when it appeared that orcas emerged, the sea itself helping to propel the child-like silhouette over to the reef.
Collectively, the jaws of everyone dropped.
When he eventually found his voice again, Vulko remarked, “That’s no Surface-Dweller.”
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The armor suited figure emerged from out of the water.
Arthur’s breath caught in his throat, frozen as he knelt over the grayish boy laid atop the dead coral. A sound behind him prompted the boy’s head to whip around, where a second was emerging from the sea at the other end of the reef.
Paralyzed by fear, the boy felt helpless as the two began to close the distance.
Then the sea seemed to explode. A massive, eight ton beast breaching in a leap that arced over the the reef. The orca’s distinctive black and white form was visible for barely more than second, as the first armored figure had no time to react before the creature had collided with it, continuing on its majestic arc through the air while taking the soldier back to the deep.
“Shit, yeah, Porca,” the boy uttered, at last letting go a breath he hadn’t even been conscious of holding.
Looking at the advancing figure behind him, the tawny-haired boy looked around. Just dead coral, a few discarded hermit crab shells, and some chains.
The end of one chain was just visible under the water. Grabbing that chain and yanking back, the boy pulled a large anchor from out of the water. Awkwardly fumbling with the size of the barnacle-encrusted mooring as he shifted around to face the other soldier.
“Sup, bruh. Catch!” Arthur snapped, chucking the anchor at the figure. The anchor and soldier sailed off the top of the exposed reef, splashing back into the water as Arthur, wasting no time, bent down to scoop the gray-skin boy up in his arms.
A third soldier was coming out of the water, only to become entangled when an octopus that had been hiding in the coral lashed out to wrap the soldier in its tentacles.
Taking a few quick steps, Arthur launched himself into the air, jumping over where more heads were starting to emerge from the waterline. Dropping several meters away, he keep one arm around the unconscious boy while the other hooked the passing dorsal fin of another orca as it arrived in wait to give them a lift back to his father’s boat.
As it did, sharks began circling alongside the orca pod, as if daring the submerged army to follow.
Arthur’s breath caught in his throat, frozen as he knelt over the grayish boy laid atop the dead coral. A sound behind him prompted the boy’s head to whip around, where a second was emerging from the sea at the other end of the reef.
Paralyzed by fear, the boy felt helpless as the two began to close the distance.
Then the sea seemed to explode. A massive, eight ton beast breaching in a leap that arced over the the reef. The orca’s distinctive black and white form was visible for barely more than second, as the first armored figure had no time to react before the creature had collided with it, continuing on its majestic arc through the air while taking the soldier back to the deep.
“Shit, yeah, Porca,” the boy uttered, at last letting go a breath he hadn’t even been conscious of holding.
Looking at the advancing figure behind him, the tawny-haired boy looked around. Just dead coral, a few discarded hermit crab shells, and some chains.
The end of one chain was just visible under the water. Grabbing that chain and yanking back, the boy pulled a large anchor from out of the water. Awkwardly fumbling with the size of the barnacle-encrusted mooring as he shifted around to face the other soldier.
“Sup, bruh. Catch!” Arthur snapped, chucking the anchor at the figure. The anchor and soldier sailed off the top of the exposed reef, splashing back into the water as Arthur, wasting no time, bent down to scoop the gray-skin boy up in his arms.
A third soldier was coming out of the water, only to become entangled when an octopus that had been hiding in the coral lashed out to wrap the soldier in its tentacles.
Taking a few quick steps, Arthur launched himself into the air, jumping over where more heads were starting to emerge from the waterline. Dropping several meters away, he keep one arm around the unconscious boy while the other hooked the passing dorsal fin of another orca as it arrived in wait to give them a lift back to his father’s boat.
As it did, sharks began circling alongside the orca pod, as if daring the submerged army to follow.
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”He commands the sea,” the Atlantean beside him breathed.
Not a mere turn of phrase.
“We’ve found him,” Vulko breathed. A heavy sigh of relief.
“Do we let a child fight our battles now?”
“I, too, feel the frustration. But he would not know us friend or foe, and neither would the sea,” the High Mage remarked evenly, resting a hand on the man’s arm even as he followed the child’s path toward another boat in the distance.
He knew that boat.
It was the boat that had addressed them earlier. From the lighthouse. “We withdraw. For now,” Vulko commanded finally.
Not a mere turn of phrase.
“We’ve found him,” Vulko breathed. A heavy sigh of relief.
“Do we let a child fight our battles now?”
“I, too, feel the frustration. But he would not know us friend or foe, and neither would the sea,” the High Mage remarked evenly, resting a hand on the man’s arm even as he followed the child’s path toward another boat in the distance.
He knew that boat.
It was the boat that had addressed them earlier. From the lighthouse. “We withdraw. For now,” Vulko commanded finally.
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The gray kid was having a hard time. Jerking and gurgling in Arthur’s arms. “He’s having trouble breathing!” the boy called back to his father.
Putting the boat alongside the jetty at the lighthouse, the man shouted back, “Get him under the water!”
Arthur’s head whipped back, as if questioning if he’d heard that right. “What?”
“He’s like you. He breathes water,” Tom Curry snapped, grabbing the mooring line to try and get the boat tied up as quickly as he could.
Picking the other boy up, Arthur jumped from out of the boat and into the shallows by the pier. Kneeling over the water as he gently eased the boy into the water. Almost immediately, the gray youth seemed to calm, chest rising and falling normally.
The other boy’s eyes fluttered open, Arthur taken aback when he found himself peering down into a pair of eyes that were... purple?
No, seriously. This kid had purple eyes.
The boy moved. At first, Arthur thought that he was just sitting up. But, as he breached the surface, the boy turned his head and leaned into Arthur.
Too late, Arthur braced for what he thought was going to be the boy head-butting him, but instead he...
...KISSED HIM!?
As the boy pressed his lips against Arthur’s, a series of images and thoughts seemed to flood his mind. He saw a kingdom under the sea. Armies. A battle...
When the other boy pulled back, Arthur was left completely frozen, afraid to even breathe. “My mind just exploded,” he uttered finally.
As the gray-skinned boy slid back under the water, a voice emerged in Arthur’s mind. Your name is... Arthur?
The telepathic question had conveyed with it meaning beyond mere words. Arthur wasn’t a proper name, it was something that someone would name their dolphin.
“Hey, it is not a dolphin’s name!” Arthur snapped forcefully, responding out loud to the voice in his head. Also, what did he mean, name their dolphin? “Wait, people have pet dolphins?”
He knew what was going on his birthday list now.
Arthur was trying to process a lot at the moment. And casually dropping pet dolphins on him was not helping. For one, he’d just seen an orca knock the shit outta somebody. Two, he’d kinda just beat a dude with an anchor. Was that even allowed? But, three, he was pretty sure he’d just gotten his first real kiss. From a boy. Whose name he didn’t even know.
Wait, did he know the boy’s name? As he thought about it, it was like something was starting to come to mind. Or, a lot of something.
“Your name is...”
Belgarth Melicertes Triton of House Thar, Prince of Idylls, Keeper of the Third Circle of Mysteries, and Bearer of the Sacred Chalice of Myr…
Holy shit, was this kid still talking? “Just put the fries in the bag, bruh,” Arthur interjected, cutting the other boy off as his attention span couldn’t take any more. “So... Garth?”
When done by a telepath, you didn’t just see an eyeroll. You felt the eyeroll. Belgarth Melicertes Triton of House…
“Can’t we just call you Garth for short?” Arthur asked, interrupting again.
Absolute peasant!
If that was supposed to be an insult, it sailed right past said peasant, whose blank stare was more than indicator that the hamster in the proverbial wheel had gone on break at this point.
Composing himself, the mer-boy politely intoned, I am the Prince of Idylls. I will not be addressed so... so... casually
“Whose your friend?”
Craning his head around, Arthur looked up at where his dad was finishing tying up the boat and answered, very simply, “Garth.”
Rude!
“He’s from Shayeris,” Arthur remarked, still not entirely certain why he knew that. Wait, there were cities and stuff under the sea? “I hope that’s not my next geography test. Plus, it sounds made up. Like, Morocco,” the boy mused aloud.
“Arthur, Morocco is a real place,” Tom Curry supplied, even as he kept a wary out eye on the horizon. Finally, he motioned for the two boys to follow as he said, “I wouldn’t keep near the water. If your friend can tolerate air for a bit, we should get inside.”
As Arthur started to get out of the water, a hand pulled him back slightly.
We’ve only just met and so this is a bit awkward to ask but, do you have any clothes I could perhaps borrow?
Putting the boat alongside the jetty at the lighthouse, the man shouted back, “Get him under the water!”
Arthur’s head whipped back, as if questioning if he’d heard that right. “What?”
“He’s like you. He breathes water,” Tom Curry snapped, grabbing the mooring line to try and get the boat tied up as quickly as he could.
Picking the other boy up, Arthur jumped from out of the boat and into the shallows by the pier. Kneeling over the water as he gently eased the boy into the water. Almost immediately, the gray youth seemed to calm, chest rising and falling normally.
The other boy’s eyes fluttered open, Arthur taken aback when he found himself peering down into a pair of eyes that were... purple?
No, seriously. This kid had purple eyes.
The boy moved. At first, Arthur thought that he was just sitting up. But, as he breached the surface, the boy turned his head and leaned into Arthur.
Too late, Arthur braced for what he thought was going to be the boy head-butting him, but instead he...
...KISSED HIM!?
As the boy pressed his lips against Arthur’s, a series of images and thoughts seemed to flood his mind. He saw a kingdom under the sea. Armies. A battle...
When the other boy pulled back, Arthur was left completely frozen, afraid to even breathe. “My mind just exploded,” he uttered finally.
As the gray-skinned boy slid back under the water, a voice emerged in Arthur’s mind. Your name is... Arthur?
The telepathic question had conveyed with it meaning beyond mere words. Arthur wasn’t a proper name, it was something that someone would name their dolphin.
“Hey, it is not a dolphin’s name!” Arthur snapped forcefully, responding out loud to the voice in his head. Also, what did he mean, name their dolphin? “Wait, people have pet dolphins?”
He knew what was going on his birthday list now.
Arthur was trying to process a lot at the moment. And casually dropping pet dolphins on him was not helping. For one, he’d just seen an orca knock the shit outta somebody. Two, he’d kinda just beat a dude with an anchor. Was that even allowed? But, three, he was pretty sure he’d just gotten his first real kiss. From a boy. Whose name he didn’t even know.
Wait, did he know the boy’s name? As he thought about it, it was like something was starting to come to mind. Or, a lot of something.
“Your name is...”
Belgarth Melicertes Triton of House Thar, Prince of Idylls, Keeper of the Third Circle of Mysteries, and Bearer of the Sacred Chalice of Myr…
Holy shit, was this kid still talking? “Just put the fries in the bag, bruh,” Arthur interjected, cutting the other boy off as his attention span couldn’t take any more. “So... Garth?”
When done by a telepath, you didn’t just see an eyeroll. You felt the eyeroll. Belgarth Melicertes Triton of House…
“Can’t we just call you Garth for short?” Arthur asked, interrupting again.
Absolute peasant!
If that was supposed to be an insult, it sailed right past said peasant, whose blank stare was more than indicator that the hamster in the proverbial wheel had gone on break at this point.
Composing himself, the mer-boy politely intoned, I am the Prince of Idylls. I will not be addressed so... so... casually
“Whose your friend?”
Craning his head around, Arthur looked up at where his dad was finishing tying up the boat and answered, very simply, “Garth.”
Rude!
“He’s from Shayeris,” Arthur remarked, still not entirely certain why he knew that. Wait, there were cities and stuff under the sea? “I hope that’s not my next geography test. Plus, it sounds made up. Like, Morocco,” the boy mused aloud.
“Arthur, Morocco is a real place,” Tom Curry supplied, even as he kept a wary out eye on the horizon. Finally, he motioned for the two boys to follow as he said, “I wouldn’t keep near the water. If your friend can tolerate air for a bit, we should get inside.”
As Arthur started to get out of the water, a hand pulled him back slightly.
We’ve only just met and so this is a bit awkward to ask but, do you have any clothes I could perhaps borrow?
“I had no say in this.”
Obviously everyone should come to Maine.
We have lobster. And lighthouses. And... and...
...um, did I mention the lobster?
Meant to put something here earlier. We see you. Under review.
We have lobster. And lighthouses. And... and...
...um, did I mention the lobster?
If there are still spaces for consideration...
Meant to put something here earlier. We see you. Under review.
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Do my eyes deceive me or is that Rastafarian Robin on the left there?
When you introduce Lucius Fox, have him be from Jamaica. Then you have a set up for young Luke Fox to take Dick's place as the first Robin. With dreds.
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Thanks for the highlight, Bounce. I’ve read it long ago and I understand, which is why I said what I said. I believe I was talking about Mar-Vell and Carol as a team the other day, so it’s a single app like the Blue Beetle and Nova one by Sep. Is it still against the rule? Or did I misunderstand something here? 😅
You can apply as a singular character or as a team, but can only have up to 2 active accepted applications at any time. Note applications, which can be either team or singles.
I am floating the idea in my head of a secondary character explicitly for hip-fire, spaff-on-the-wall posts while I continue working on my Constantine re-write in the background. Something for easy no-pressure fun, where currently I may or may not ever bring Constantine to see the light of day.
The main gimmick/condition of this sheet would be I'd only be writing collab posts with other players, or cameos/features in other player's plots; there would be no solo posts of this character. This way, I get to write, the IC becomes a little more interactive, and I can crossover with anyone who fancies it, but I don't have to worry about quibbles like 'direction' and 'plot' and 'story' so much.
Naturally this would require activity in the IC and a functional and present player cast to be sustainable/feasible, so it's up in the air, and I also need to consider what kind of character I'd bring for a second sheet, but wanted to see if this was something other players/the GMs would be open to.
I'd first point to this
I want to encourage player interaction as much as possible while also leaving enough breathing room for you to write your own overarching stories that can be independent from your adventures with other heroes, if this is what you want to do.
There's not, to my knowledge, a rule that says that you have to have a solo story. And sometimes its the solo story that gets in the way of interaction (speaking for myself, all my prior attempts at Aqualad failed because it would take me 10+ posts just to get out of Atlantis). I do see a possible downside being when your collab partner(s) may hit a period of inactivity (I've had so, so many collabs over the years that never saw the light of day for this), but I think that there is room for what you're describing.
I'm down to collab with Arthur. Having Thor arm wrestle a kid would be pretty funny. He could also help him out with whatever's going on in Atlantis.
Let me ruminate and see if I can come up with a good angle. I may wind up just having Arthur appear in Metropolis.
The alternative would be a drinking contest with Jason, but that seems like the kind of plot that ends with them waking up on a glacier in Greenland, hungover and not remembering why they have Heimdall's eye, Hela's panties, or Mephisto's prize goat... as Valkyries and the armies of both Hel and Hell descend on them.
I've got about two posts left to write (I hope) before Spidey will be free for interactions, but I don't plan to leap into another solo thing for awhile after. My goal is to be more sociable within NYC, the occasional bigger development in Peter's life notwithstanding. So if anyone feels the need to be pestered by a high schooler in spandex in the near future, hit me up.
I do love the idea of J'onn helping Arthur with his telepathy though. So some ways I believe it could work.
Arthur ends up coming to New York City and runs into J'onn while dealing with a telepathic overload from all the minds of the city, which then gets felt by J'onn and so he goes to help him through a Martian form of grounding then starts training him. May or not take some time before Arthur learns/realizes J'onn is a Martian as J'onn can use his powers while in human form.
Perhaps we could have a New York mini-event, if the timing works out for all involved. With a bounty on Arthur's head and New York being a coastal location, there's plenty of ways it could work and then that would allow the two New Yorkers to connect as well.
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