@Ezekiel, I'll likely hit you up early next week to coordinate something with Hawkman visiting the Strange Academy to talk to Nabu.
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Figured out my backup.
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Accepted!
|| Several Weeks Ago - St. Roch, Louisiana
“Elsa.” Carter began as he walked into the main foyer of the Stonechat Museum, “Yara delivered your message, I see your trinket, you have my undivided attention.”
“‘Bout bloody time, Dr. Hall.” Elsa replied with a wink, “I didn’t wear my nice knickers for nothing, figured I’d swoon you with a gift, you buy me dinner, and we can talk.”
“Business?” The male asked, his gravelly voice hard to distinguish from a growl.
“Business, and whatever else comes up.” The blonde woman retorted. “Got a client who’s certain he’s found El Dorado. Problem is, he wants to send us to Brazil.”
“El Dorado is an Aztec myth; the Aztecs weren’t in Brazil.” Came Carter’s monotone reply.
“That’s what I told ‘im.” Bloodstone replied, “‘Cept the bloke gave me that, certain it was Aztec gold, you and I both know that’s not gold, innit?”
“No, it’s definitely not Aztec gold, but it’s not Mayan or Incan either, it’s-”
“Not of this world,” Another woman’s voice interrupted as Carter’s eyes were drawn to the speaker. A wave of deja vu washed over him as he looked towards the short-haired woman; her soft, sun-kissed skin took on a caramel hue in the warm light of the museum foyer. While the auburn locks of her longer pixie cut gave way to copper tones scattered throughout.
Sharp golden eyes met Carter’s own as the woman stepped past Elsa, extending a hand of her own. Tension sat between them, as Carter felt himself compelled to embrace the woman. The call of Shayera’s soul beckoned him forward.
It was always agonizing the first time. To meet Shayera before her memories had been restored, to live in a state of unrequited silence without being able to communicate their grand romance across space and time.
Suddenly, Carter felt the mighty need to hit something.
“Kendra, Kendra Munoz-Saunders, I represent my fiancé, Kristoff Roderik.”
That was another blow.
“Fiancé?”
“Yes, Carter,” Elsa interjected, “Some men actually have feelings and act upon them.”
“Oh,” Kendra exclaimed, looking between Carter and Elsa, “Is this going to be a problem? I had no idea the two of you-”
“No,” Carter replied deadpan as Elsa burst out laughing.
“Carter Hall and me? He’d be so lucky, but Carter’s the most emotionally stunted man I’ve ever come across. I could throw my knickers in his face, and I have, he’d still not taken the clue, luv.”
“Can we get back to business?” Carter’s eyes darted between Kendra and Elsa impatiently.
“Apologies, yes, Mr. Roderik believes that this metal is part of the myth of El Dorado, I’ve personally had the metal tested-”
“You’ve handled it?” Carter asked, his brow narrowing as he looked at Kendra.
What sort of game was this?
If Kendra had handled the Nth Metal, then she should’ve had her memories restored. Could Carter have been wrong? Was the woman standing in front of him not Shayera? Her eyes were so familiar; people change, but never the eyes. Her eyes showed no recognition for him, no affection for this face, this body.
She had given her heart to another already. Was the cycle finally broken? Was their debt paid?
“Is there a problem?” Kendra asked hesitantly as Elsa looked at Carter with a raised brow.
“No. Continue,”
“Uh, okay, anyways, the metal doesn’t originate here on Earth, probably doesn’t belong in this galaxy. Mr. Roderik, however, believes both the Aztecs and the Spanish mistook it as gold due to its, well, to be blunt, golden sheen.”
“Why Brazil?” Carter asked, handing the trinket back to Kendra.
“This sample was recovered there, and as far as I know, no one has ever looked in Brazil for El Dorado.”
“Because it’s not there,” Carter grumbled.
“You have an issue with being told what to do, don’t you, Mr. Hall?” Kendra teased, attempting to lighten the tension. Carter felt himself staring again; he could have sworn that it was Shayera talking directly to him.
“Darlin’, you have no idea.”
“What is Bloodstone’s role in this?” Carter asked, attempting to sway the conversation off of himself again.
“She was my first pick, my fiancé, on the other hand, insisted on you. Elsa is willing to compromise and do a joint dig. Her crews are already on site, and Mr. Roderik’s plan is packed and waiting. We’d love to have you along, Dr. Hall; however, I’m content to go back to Kristoff and tell him you weren’t interested should you say no. We will still be completing the dig.”
“We could always get Rex Mason,” Elsa suggested, watching Carter glare back at her at the mention of Rex’s name.
Carter stared at the two women for a second, exhaling heavily before turning towards the staircase behind him.
“Yara,” He roared, “Grab my to-go bag and anything you need.”
“We’re going to Brazil.”
“‘Bout bloody time, Dr. Hall.” Elsa replied with a wink, “I didn’t wear my nice knickers for nothing, figured I’d swoon you with a gift, you buy me dinner, and we can talk.”
“Business?” The male asked, his gravelly voice hard to distinguish from a growl.
“Business, and whatever else comes up.” The blonde woman retorted. “Got a client who’s certain he’s found El Dorado. Problem is, he wants to send us to Brazil.”
“El Dorado is an Aztec myth; the Aztecs weren’t in Brazil.” Came Carter’s monotone reply.
“That’s what I told ‘im.” Bloodstone replied, “‘Cept the bloke gave me that, certain it was Aztec gold, you and I both know that’s not gold, innit?”
“No, it’s definitely not Aztec gold, but it’s not Mayan or Incan either, it’s-”
“Not of this world,” Another woman’s voice interrupted as Carter’s eyes were drawn to the speaker. A wave of deja vu washed over him as he looked towards the short-haired woman; her soft, sun-kissed skin took on a caramel hue in the warm light of the museum foyer. While the auburn locks of her longer pixie cut gave way to copper tones scattered throughout.
Sharp golden eyes met Carter’s own as the woman stepped past Elsa, extending a hand of her own. Tension sat between them, as Carter felt himself compelled to embrace the woman. The call of Shayera’s soul beckoned him forward.
“I make you an offer. Accept this death as judgment. Or choose to live again. If it is life you choose, you will have it for eternity. Reincarnating across time and space until you save as many lives as you have ended.
That is the debt you owe.”
That is the debt you owe.”
It was always agonizing the first time. To meet Shayera before her memories had been restored, to live in a state of unrequited silence without being able to communicate their grand romance across space and time.
Suddenly, Carter felt the mighty need to hit something.
“Kendra, Kendra Munoz-Saunders, I represent my fiancé, Kristoff Roderik.”
That was another blow.
“Fiancé?”
“Yes, Carter,” Elsa interjected, “Some men actually have feelings and act upon them.”
“Oh,” Kendra exclaimed, looking between Carter and Elsa, “Is this going to be a problem? I had no idea the two of you-”
“No,” Carter replied deadpan as Elsa burst out laughing.
“Carter Hall and me? He’d be so lucky, but Carter’s the most emotionally stunted man I’ve ever come across. I could throw my knickers in his face, and I have, he’d still not taken the clue, luv.”
“Can we get back to business?” Carter’s eyes darted between Kendra and Elsa impatiently.
“Apologies, yes, Mr. Roderik believes that this metal is part of the myth of El Dorado, I’ve personally had the metal tested-”
“You’ve handled it?” Carter asked, his brow narrowing as he looked at Kendra.
What sort of game was this?
If Kendra had handled the Nth Metal, then she should’ve had her memories restored. Could Carter have been wrong? Was the woman standing in front of him not Shayera? Her eyes were so familiar; people change, but never the eyes. Her eyes showed no recognition for him, no affection for this face, this body.
She had given her heart to another already. Was the cycle finally broken? Was their debt paid?
“Is there a problem?” Kendra asked hesitantly as Elsa looked at Carter with a raised brow.
“No. Continue,”
“Uh, okay, anyways, the metal doesn’t originate here on Earth, probably doesn’t belong in this galaxy. Mr. Roderik, however, believes both the Aztecs and the Spanish mistook it as gold due to its, well, to be blunt, golden sheen.”
“Why Brazil?” Carter asked, handing the trinket back to Kendra.
“This sample was recovered there, and as far as I know, no one has ever looked in Brazil for El Dorado.”
“Because it’s not there,” Carter grumbled.
“You have an issue with being told what to do, don’t you, Mr. Hall?” Kendra teased, attempting to lighten the tension. Carter felt himself staring again; he could have sworn that it was Shayera talking directly to him.
“Darlin’, you have no idea.”
“What is Bloodstone’s role in this?” Carter asked, attempting to sway the conversation off of himself again.
“She was my first pick, my fiancé, on the other hand, insisted on you. Elsa is willing to compromise and do a joint dig. Her crews are already on site, and Mr. Roderik’s plan is packed and waiting. We’d love to have you along, Dr. Hall; however, I’m content to go back to Kristoff and tell him you weren’t interested should you say no. We will still be completing the dig.”
“We could always get Rex Mason,” Elsa suggested, watching Carter glare back at her at the mention of Rex’s name.
Carter stared at the two women for a second, exhaling heavily before turning towards the staircase behind him.
“Yara,” He roared, “Grab my to-go bag and anything you need.”
“We’re going to Brazil.”
|| Present - St. Roch, Louisiana
“Do you think Craddock was telling the truth?”
Ray asked as Carter tore into another crate. Wood splintered and flew in every direction as Carter angrily tore the box apart with his bare hands.
“Have you ever considered talking to, I don’t know, someone actually licensed?” Ray commented, immediately regretting the jest as Carter’s ember-like eyes swivelled around to glare at him.
“Where’s your grad student? Isn’t this more her kind of work?”
“Yara’s visiting some new family in Brazil; she won’t be back for a couple more weeks,” Carter growled back.
“What exactly happened in Brazil?”
Carter let Ray’s question hang between them for longer than he should have. His silence prompted Ray to begin to leave before Carter took a deep breath, finally speaking.
“We messed up.” He started, “I messed up.” Carter corrected.
“So Kendra’s not-”
“I don’t know,” Carter added, the broad-shouldered man taking a seat before running a hand through his short hair. “I still think she is, but that’s not how I messed up.”
“What did you do?”
“I think I ended the world,” Carter replied. “I killed Huītzilōpōchtli.”
“Wheat low how what?” Ray asked. “Carter, even with four Ph. D.s, I’m going to need you actually to explain.”
“Huītzilōpōchtli, he was said to be the Aztec God of War and was also the last line of defense against Camazotz, the Bat God who intends to end the world in Eternal Darkness. I led the expedition right to the hidden city, and Huītzilōpōchtli got in their way.” Carter explained.
“His blood is directly on my hands, Elsa didn’t hesitate to gun him down, and now, Craddock said the forces of the dead were rising. I saw Camazotz’s forces; you’d never forget them. Undead red eyes hungrily staring back at you.” He continued, curling and uncurling his fist as he spoke.
“Carter, I don’t mean to play down the end of the world, but haven’t you faced an apocalypse at least five times now? Mythology has a place, but those legends are always misrepresented. If this ‘Camazotz’ was unleashed by Wheat-, I’m going to call him ‘Harry’, by Harry’s death, then there was more than likely something that was imprisoning him.”
“Won’t matter, Ray,” Carter answered, “There aren’t enough heroes. This isn’t 1952 anymore; there isn’t a Justice Society to ride in and save the day.”
“Then, that’s what we change,” Ray replied optimistically. “You’re hardly the only superhero operating, and you’ve got me. Hawkman and the Atom, it’s a solid start. I bet between you and Pratt, you’ve got some other contacts.”
“I might know a few long-lived friends still,” Carter muttered, brushing his hands before standing as the Nth Metal flowed over his body, the winged helmet appearing on his head before a massive pair of wings flourished from his back.
“I need to talk to Nabu.” He stated.
“We need to find the Claw of Horus.”
Ray asked as Carter tore into another crate. Wood splintered and flew in every direction as Carter angrily tore the box apart with his bare hands.
“Have you ever considered talking to, I don’t know, someone actually licensed?” Ray commented, immediately regretting the jest as Carter’s ember-like eyes swivelled around to glare at him.
“Where’s your grad student? Isn’t this more her kind of work?”
“Yara’s visiting some new family in Brazil; she won’t be back for a couple more weeks,” Carter growled back.
“What exactly happened in Brazil?”
Carter let Ray’s question hang between them for longer than he should have. His silence prompted Ray to begin to leave before Carter took a deep breath, finally speaking.
“We messed up.” He started, “I messed up.” Carter corrected.
“So Kendra’s not-”
“I don’t know,” Carter added, the broad-shouldered man taking a seat before running a hand through his short hair. “I still think she is, but that’s not how I messed up.”
“What did you do?”
“I think I ended the world,” Carter replied. “I killed Huītzilōpōchtli.”
“Wheat low how what?” Ray asked. “Carter, even with four Ph. D.s, I’m going to need you actually to explain.”
“Huītzilōpōchtli, he was said to be the Aztec God of War and was also the last line of defense against Camazotz, the Bat God who intends to end the world in Eternal Darkness. I led the expedition right to the hidden city, and Huītzilōpōchtli got in their way.” Carter explained.
“His blood is directly on my hands, Elsa didn’t hesitate to gun him down, and now, Craddock said the forces of the dead were rising. I saw Camazotz’s forces; you’d never forget them. Undead red eyes hungrily staring back at you.” He continued, curling and uncurling his fist as he spoke.
“Carter, I don’t mean to play down the end of the world, but haven’t you faced an apocalypse at least five times now? Mythology has a place, but those legends are always misrepresented. If this ‘Camazotz’ was unleashed by Wheat-, I’m going to call him ‘Harry’, by Harry’s death, then there was more than likely something that was imprisoning him.”
“Won’t matter, Ray,” Carter answered, “There aren’t enough heroes. This isn’t 1952 anymore; there isn’t a Justice Society to ride in and save the day.”
“Then, that’s what we change,” Ray replied optimistically. “You’re hardly the only superhero operating, and you’ve got me. Hawkman and the Atom, it’s a solid start. I bet between you and Pratt, you’ve got some other contacts.”
“I might know a few long-lived friends still,” Carter muttered, brushing his hands before standing as the Nth Metal flowed over his body, the winged helmet appearing on his head before a massive pair of wings flourished from his back.
“I need to talk to Nabu.” He stated.
“We need to find the Claw of Horus.”
Man, if that's a defining trait of Spider-Man, I really need to play Spider-Man.
Spoder-man
Finally got around to writing a summary of the Forever Knights
Added!
The OP has been updated with all new submissions.
Both of the above have been captured and placed on the OP.
N O T A B L E I N D I V I D U A L S:BRAND, ABIGAIL - Abigail Brand is the Director of S.W.O.R.D.
FURY, NICHOLAS J. - Director Nicholas J. Fury, or simply 'Nick' oversees S.H.I.E.L.D.
FISK, WILSON - The Mayor of New York City.
STEDMAN, CECIL - Cecil Stedman is the director of the covert paramilitary Global Defense Agency.
WALLER, AMANDA - Amanda Waller, or 'the Wall', oversees A.R.G.U.S. and its subdivisions.
In addition to the above from Doc, I added a notable individuals section to the OP.
Very barebones stuff.
Banged out my lore pretty quick with the power of autism. There may be more to come but this is more or less what is relevant to the first post. Though I try to make it clear what it is and how it works in the upcoming first post, I thought I should provide a primer on Stands for the uninitiated anyway. Hoping to have JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #1 up in the next few days, or at least before my convention the weekend after next.
P.S. Does anyone else still try to do hiders with [spoiler] like I do? A bunch of old forums did it and I still catch myself doing it before I see it doesn't work in the preview.
I will get these added to the OP tomorrow.
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