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[fabledheroesofalbion]

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Injured from an ambush by several balverines, Sparrow was making his way to the nearest inn on his path to rest and heal himself. By his calculations, he’d be able to make it to Bowerstone shortly before the sun came up. Though it seemed like a long journey and his body ached, he pushed forward along with his faithful companion. He knew better than to let his guard down.

He was just turning a corner, eye zeroing in on the other right as his dog let out a small snarl. It was late and, more often than not unless someone were up to ill deeds, these paths remained bare. To see someone that wasn’t a balverine, a bandit or a rogue hobbe was rare enough, let alone for that someone to be traveling alone. 

Carefully watching the other, ready to fight at only a mere moment’s notice, her stopped in front of the stranger. “If you were intending to continue to follow this path in that direction, you’ll find yourself a grave.”

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“Doctor John Smith. How do you do?”

He regarded the stranger with a polite smile, as was customary for practically anyone he sought to introduce himself to. Granted, caution was very much the side he wanted to err on, so to speak, but still, nothing could compromise such things as manners.

Doctor Jonathan Crane was a forerunner in his field, that couldn’t be denied. Rather, it was how he sought to conduct his research that had caught the Time Lord’s attention.

“I myself view the study of human psychology as a perfectly respectable scientific and medical discipline,” He explained, “However - and this is purely from an ethical point of view - surely the use of chemical substances designed to heighten a particular element of a subject’s senses is unnecessary? For the sake of pursuing accurate findings if nothing else?”

[jcinthedance]

@timoremdei​♟||   Do you wish you had a better grasp on a certain aspect of your muse?

Portrayal questions ! || 🐇

     ( There is, actually. One very specific thing.   I wish I was better at portraying that he’s socially awkward. I don’t... completely know how to approach it.  I mean, one could argue I’m socially awkward  one could make many arguments  but Jervis in my mind is not simply shy and very quiet like I usually am. Jervis is... strange. Not cold or rude like Ed is often depicted, but just... off. The kind of oddness one would only notice if they spent a long enough time with him. It’s almost... annoying, but more because you just don’t get why he thinks like this. And I imagine it’s this oddness he’s had all his life that really made him an outcast, not just his appearance or wonderland fixation.

if any of that makes sense...  )

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“This supposed to be some kind of joke?”

Even as she stared him down across the desk, Mary couldn’t keep her fingers still; they picked, without pausing, at the seams in the faux leather chair’s arms. The room was cold, and the temperature bit at her through the thin Arkham uniform, leaving her wondering just how much of the place’s slim budget catered to heating.

She would have bet everything she had it was less than 100 bucks.

“What, I’m supposed to relate to you?” She had a particular way of looking him up and down, as though she was in any way in a superior position. “Open up, spill everything because you’re some freak?”

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[fabledheroesofalbion]

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Leaving the castle that night had not been the path she thought her life was going to take. Everything had spiraled out of control so fast. First, her brother had forced her to choose between the man she’d fallen in love with, or innocent citizens. The princess had managed to choke out to save Elliot, but she would never forgave Logan or herself for the loss of those citizens.

In a whirlwind, she’d left the castle that night with Walter and Jasper, only to find out she was a hero like her father before her had been. The fate of Albion, somehow, was in her hands. It was all so much to take. She was just one person. How could she ever lead a revolution? Much less one against her own brother...

Leanna had found herself under the cover of a large tree, just outside of Mistpeak Valley. Her faithful dog rested at her feet. Lost in thought, she hadn’t heard the villager approaching. Her dog alerted her, standing to his feet and letting out a brief warning whimper. She wiped her eyes as quickly as she could before she got to her feet as well. 

Remembering what she’d been told by the blind seer, she knew she had to make some impression. It was time for her to take a stand. There was no going back now, even if she wanted to. She swallowed, calling out to the man. “Hello.”

Feeling her confidence rise, she closed some of the distance between them. She figured she could at least see if the man needed any help from her. “Where are you headed?”

[jcinthedance]

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//Wasn't the magical pop-up book a hypnosis-induced hallucination, though? Like the Scarecrow Nightmare missions from Arkham Asylum? That's what I always assumed. Batman never questioned those either, so maybe he's just used to trippin' out?

( It certainly is implied to be some sort of mad hatter hypnosis work, much like the clock that took him to Wonderland from his other appearance, but- unlike the clock, there’s no flash, no device, no sound. It’s simply... a book. Written text and still images. What did he DO to hypnotize him, exactly?   Was he hypnotized before he even entered the interrogation room? Was the book itself a hallucination and never really in the car at all? Possibly, but it’s certainly what I would have asked about over the police sirens, Batman !! )

[elisethetraveller]

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Of course he looks surprised, he wants to say-- why wouldn't he, when someone has taken a direct hit from his toxin and isn't going mad with fear within the first ten seconds? It's not normal. She's not normal. That is becoming abundantly clear to him. He can see the subtle signs that it's doing something. The slight flush that indicates her heart rate has picked up, the subtle tremor of her fingers... It couldn't be a bad batch, it simply couldn't be, not with all his chemistry knowledge, with all the work he had put into controlling every single variable to ensure that there were no bad batches.... So it must be her. She must be the problem. Something about her is different. Perhaps a neurological issue? Defects within the hypothalamus could be to blame-- he doubted it was the amygdala, since the physiological signs of fight or flight had manifested somewhat.... Ah, but he can't do a necropsy on a live subject to find out, and he doesn't have access to MRIs or even a simple EEG at this juncture.... Unless he wants to make one himself, but truthfully, the manufacture of fancy gadgets and gizmos were better left to minds like Nygma or Tetch. His knowledge of the mechanical was... Well. Limited to fixing trucks, mostly. "Who am I," he parrots back to her calmly. "That is quite the question, isn't it?" His rheumy eyes watch the way she wipes at her own. "I might ask you the same thing."

"You might." Elise tries to ignore the itching around her eyes. The telltale signs that she is developing an acute case of hemolacria, as the blood vessels tried their best to expel the foreign substance from her bloodstream. "Though I believe it is considered polite to answer questions before asking them in return." The pale healer could share her name; it would mean nothing to him. But drawing out the conversation gave her body time to recuperate. Blinking, the first bloody tear fell freely.

His face, or mask, was not familiar. Though Elise would hardly call herself an expert on the many masked individuals who roamed the streets of this city. She was too new and, perhaps, too uninvested in the ongoing feuds between the Bat and whomever the day's lucky rogue was. There was plenty to do. The alleys burgeoned with people in need of medical attention, who did not care to question how they were helped as long as they left in a better state than they arrived. And they did. She was good at her job.

Eyes darting, there was no easy escape in sight. And with how he was currently regarding Elise, like an inconvenient, or worse, interesting bug under a microscope, it felt unwise to resort to magic. Still, underneath the heavyset clothes, he looked frail. At least she did not have to worry about being overpowered.

"What was that supposed to do?" The question was genuine, even if her intentions were duplicitous. Hopefully, if she could keep him talking, a solution would present itself. Or he would grow bored. Either worked.

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