&& IN MY DREAMS I SEE — !

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fate has come for @kxssofdeath !!!

“i’m sorry to disappoint, but i’m not as easily swayed as my younger colleagues.” at least, not by the likes of poison ivy. “besides, i’m hardly equipped to do you any real harm at the moment. i’ve come to you PEACEFULLY, and with questions.”

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LIKE for an extra-special, just-for-you starter from kent !!!

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oxtrage.

After a few thuds, thumps and muffled screams, two of the talons fell from the rafters inside of the warehouse. A moment later, the red and black clad symbiote crawled out of the shadows, slowly approaching the man. “And what makes you think you can help us? Or that we even need your help?”

Kent had meant to keep moving after he dealt with the Talon in his path, but was stopped by Nabu. There is more than one here, he warned. Kent stopped and looked -- there were two other Talons, yes, but instinct told him that wasn’t what Nabu was referring to. “Because I know there’s power in numbers.” A weak point, but he didn’t want to let on just yet.

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nxtathief.

humming, the blonde rested her elbows on her bent knee and continued to hover over him, blonde locks dangling like golden vines as glassy blue eyes peered down at him through the frame of her black mask. she watched his expression with a now curious gaze, admiring how the corners of his lips fell. “more than you could ever imagine,” felicia purred invitingly, a tinge of a smirk forming on her face. “the court doesn’t limit anyone or their abilities- they make the weak feel strong…the powerless feel p o w e r f u l…” hypnotically, felicia gazed into his eyes- the power of the court in her mind making it near impossible for her to realize what she was saying. “no one would keep you on a leash anymore, kent. doesn’t that sound nice?” 

it was more tempting than he’d ever admit. another attempt was made for sympathy as he looked back into her eyes, stomach turning at the emptiness there, knowing the same glaze had been laid over his own eyes countless times. but it fell flat. “all i have is a leash,” he laughed quietly. “can they take something out of my head?” nabu roared beneath his skull as he filled kent with sharp pain // constricted his lungs if only slightly -- punishment for daring to speak such words. kent winced but did not falter. 

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heirofcalamity.

“Oh,” was all she managed to say. It was definitely a relief to know he wouldn’t be trying to hurt her, she knew that something like that would only make things around her burst into flame. Olive smiled and nodded. “Thank you, I’m ok though. Things start rolling off your back when the kids at school say you have devil eyes.” She tried to juggled the four books stacked in her arms, all on various criminals and organizations in the city. “I was just headed back to the academy, actually.” 

“I’m glad you’re alright,” he said truthfully, although a frown was pulling at his features. “But I’m sorry you have to deal with that.” Kent tried to remember if kids had always been such viscous assholes, until he remembered the blank spot in his mind that was his teenage years. “I’m on my way there too. I’ve got a meeting with the headmaster.” 

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nexvsbeing.

   “ i believe heroes are meant to be kind and merciful, are they not ??  i’ve very rarely been described as either.  but, regardless, thank you for your words.  they are something of a comfort. ”

“ nor have i. ” at least not recently // at least not when he was less than himself. “ don’t worry. if you live long enough, you’ll find that expectations are not requirements. ” he pauses to roll his eyes at himself. he really is getting to be an old fart. “ -- has the court gotten close to you? ”

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cobblerofweapons.

    “perfectly fine. this is definitely something we can take care of anyway, so no worries there. the court can’t control people forever.”

“i sincerely hope you’re right, son. let’s not wait ‘til forever to find out, huh?” a half-smile in the hopes of keeping the other’s confidence high. “what’ve you been finding so far? i tried following the bat, but you know how he is.”

[greelin]

“that’s the spirit” i say as i gesture to the spirit that’s been haunting my home for years. when will they leave or start contributing to the household by doing something like helping with laundry. when will they pay rent

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heirofcalamity.

Olive didn’t know much about the Court of Owls, but she welcomed the distraction. Venturing outside the school grounds, she went to the city library hoping it would have more old books that would reference the Court than the Gotham Academy one did. She checked out some books and opted to bring them back with her instead of reading them inside when someone made a comment about her white hair and red eyes. Holding the books tightly to herself, she walked through the dark streets until she felt like someone might be following her. She turned, but couldn’t see who it was in the darkness. “If you’re following me to mug me, I don’t have anything worth stealing.” 

Kent had all of Nabu’s knowledge of the Court, which was equally frustrating and frightening in its scarcity. He needed to know more, much more than he’d be able to learn from the university. Gotham Academy, in all of its ancient glory, would reveal answers when looked at through Nabu’s eyes. At least, that’s what Kent hoped. As he walked, he saw ahead of him a girl and, over her shoulder, a man taunting her about her hair -- a brilliant white color. It certainly wasn’t his business, but old habits died hard, and he couldn’t stop himself from casting a spell. Something small and short-lived, something that would keep his mouth shut and until he returned home. Feeling slightly responsible now, he followed a few paces behind the girl until she turned. Passive hands were raised with a smile. “I’m not gonna mug you. I heard that guy and wanted to make sure you were alright.”

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justiceintheshadows.

Bruce rolled his eyes under the cowl at Kent’s attempt to play the seniority card on him. As if that ever made a difference to him. “It’s not me who needs help,” he returns simply, turning about to scan the vacant premises. This conversation did not warrant his full attention. “It’s the rest of Gotham.” He aims grapple into the cieling rafters and fires. “You’re better off tagging along with Clark.”

“I never got along well with the Boy Scout,” he sneers, flying up to the rafters and resting there, eyeing the Dark Knight. “Listen to how you just throw names around. Makes it seem like the JSA was a waste.” There’s nothing here, Nabu warned. Move on. But Kent ignored him and stepped off the rafter, floating in the space. “Where did you find this lead again?”

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nxtathief.

raising her brows, the blonde shook her head, lips still pressed into smile. “ah, but the world doesn’t know where to look. everytime it veers its head to catch us-” she pressed her spiked heel harder against his chest; “we’ve already moved on.” the blonde then cleared her throat and then rolled her eyes at his comment; “why do you waste your breath on nothings, kent?” she questioned, her expression now serious; “the court could offer you so much more.”

her heel could pierce his chest and he PROBABLY wouldn’t die, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. he winced, trying to feel sympathy for the girl rather than pain. after all, who knew better than kent what it was like to not be in your own mind? the thought made him deflate slightly, hands falling away. “how much more?” he wondered quietly. “how much BETTER is it?”

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nxtathief.

Felicia pressed the ball of her boot-clad foot onto the chest of the individual on the ground, leaning forward so she hovered over them with a sinister grin on her lips- an unfamiliar gleam of wickedness in her eyes thanks to the influence of the court over her mind. “Resisting is pointless,” she purred, tilting her head to the side as she gave a smooth laugh. “The Court has eyes everywhere…If you fight back, the only thing that’s going to happen is more people are going to get hurt. So just give it up.”

Kent was beginning to regret all of his doubts about the situation. What had he said just yesterday? The situation is hardly dire enough. But looking up at the woman from where he was pinned, he knew he was wrong. The time had come at last to don the helm again. It would be easy to get to, but first he had to get away. Felicia, a voice at the back of his head informed him. “And all the world’s eyes are on the Court, Felicia,” he grinned. “Someone’s gonna blink first. I bet it’ll be you.”

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justiceintheshadows.

“Kent,” Bruce growled as he kicked down the warehouse door. He shouldn’t have to say it. The fact that the man was here, investigating the a lead on a transmission signal with him, instead of pummeling superpowered Talons out there, should be reason enough.

     There was no response at first, glaring instead. “Watch your tone, boy.” But there was no time to focus on petty little things like respect, and so he followed the younger in. “If you admit that you need help,” he started, thin gold light shining around his fingers in preparation, “this’ll go much faster.”

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ofphcenix.

“The fact that there’s some cult wanting to rule over everything by means of kidnapping and killing people isn’t dire enough? I’d hate to see what dire actually is in your eyes.” She states, obviously in judgment to his view of the situation. 

      “Oh, you would,” he agrees. “As would I.” He hates to see the Court of Owls now, but what heroism is there in the risk that comes with the helm? Or in the Phoenix, Nabu chimes in in the back of his head. Kent blinks and shakes away his voice. “I hope you exercise similar precautions, Jean. Not every push will come to be a shove.”

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      “ the situation is HARDLY dire enough to warrant the helm. i’m sorry. it’s simply too dangerous. but if you need help -- i can promise you that i can and will do so, but not as fate. as me. ”

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nexvsbeing.

    “ if anyone thinks they will ever touch or control my mind again, then they are sorely mistaken.  i’m no perfect hero; i would do what it took to protect myself and others from such a thing. ”

     “ no one is holding that against you, i promise. and i’m not sure if this will come as a comfort to you -- but protecting yourself and others is all anyone asks of heroes at the end of the day. i’d say you’re as perfect a hero as any. ”

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loislaneisyourhero.

Lois wasn’t snooping, she had simply overheard the conversation of someone she believed to be in the court of owls and had decided to follow him. What her intention was when he got to his destination she did not know, but something so little as that had never stopped her before. As she rounds a corner some paces behind the possible court member her body collides with that of another, spinning her completely off course losing sight of the man. Righting herself her focus shifts briefly to the other person, her brow furrowed “Did you see where that man went? Tall guy, couldn’t miss him.”

     Kent was indeed snooping. To be fair, he hardly had anything else to do with his time these days. Someone is following too, a voice at the back of his head tells him, and he looks over his shoulder to confirm it. He almost laughs -- it’s Lois Lane. If there’s anyone he feels alright about not worrying after, it’s her. But still he stops right in her path, intent on stopping her. A soft oof is pushed out of him at the collision, hiding a smile as he looks back to her. “Who’s chasing him?”