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An adult Nightwing at the height of his career as Nightwing, a steady relationship, looking to settle down when he finds himself taking a young vigilante under his wing and fighting against a part of himself that he thought he had left behind. The worst of Bruce comes bubbling up in him and Nightwing realizes he needs to be a better mentor than his was to him.
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"Once, I saw Bruce snap a wooden bat clean in half." A smile crossed Dick's face, "The mook wet himself on the spot." He shook his head, stifling a quiet chuckle, "Sometimes when it rains, I still can smell him. Been around dead bodies less potent than that."
I am officially dropping Commencement.
I would like to request that my character's end be handled with some grace. It was a pleasure writing with everyone here. I wish I had the energy to continue.
It has been a wonderful journey that I very much enjoyed (for the most part). I was hoping to power through so I could pull together one last Webby's and see this through to the end with y'all, but Rory's arc is complete as far as I am concerned. I do hope to write with you all again in another setting and another time. I intend to read along to see how things wrap up. In the meantime, don't be a stranger. You know where to find me.
Admittedly, I was originally hesitant to accept you and Rory back again after the way things were left with the previous version of P.R.C.U.. Still, ultimately I took the chance and once again Rory has been a shining cast member. I can't imagine the RP without his presence or your contributions and thank you for hanging in as long as you have. I'm glad Rory was able to complete a character arc and his story and will do my best to honour the conclusion you've given him.
Thank you again, and looking forward to our paths crossing in the future.
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Location: Ünterland
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Human #5.083: Help Is On The Way
Interaction(s): None
Previously: ]Sister Golden Hair
Lorcán pursued after Rothschild and Bridget, a million questions on the tip of his tongue, but at the pace they were moving, he had neither the time nor the breath to ask them. The terrain in Ünterland was rough, and perilous. Thorns seemingly plagued most of the plants and were it not for the armour that Ellara had insisted he wear, his shins likely would have been cut to pieces.
“I smell the Jäger.” Rothschild, or rather Ciar, suddenly interjected, breaking Lorcán’s constant stream of thoughts. “Come, child, you’ve spent enough time among the dead. We should seek to reunite you with the others and your lover.”
“What about Bridget?” Lorcán managed to ask between breaths.
“I am a soul without a body,” Bridget glowed, “I can not leave this plane, but I will ensure you are able to return to our parents. Those who have been ravaged by Limbo cannot leave, only those who are whole can seek passage back to Midyeden.”
“Ravaged by Limbo?”
Ciar smiled sadly.
“I wish I could have warned you in advance, your mission here is in vain. Amma won’t be able to pass through the veil now that Limbo has taken the mortal part of her soul. She’s a part of Ünterland now. You best return before that-,” He motioned towards the run on Lorcán’s hand.
“-Before the sacred mark is rendered useless and damns you to this plane too.”
Lorcán looked between the pair, fear and panic creeping in through the back of his mind.
“Then we’ve risked everyone’s lives for nothing? There’s no way for Amma to return even if we find her?”
“Not at a price you’re willing to pay.” Ciar muttered apologetically.
“What about Bridget?” Lorcán asked.
“I would be neither me nor her, a merger of two einseelen is unheard of.” Bridget replied, “The results would be unpredictable, but I can be sure we would not longer be who either of us were. I wouldn’t be your sister, nor would she be her mother’s daughter. Were she Magni and not Hyperhuman, there’s no telling what she would have become through Limbo, but her einseelen keeps her human here. But I can’t save her.”
“This can’t be for nothing, Gil, he-” Lorcán took a seat, hanging his head in defeat. “Gil won’t be able to handle any more loss. And if anything’s happened to Aurora here, a mission for nothing,” Lorcán looked at the mark on his hand. “If anything happened to Aurora then I may as well destroy this mark now because I’m not leaving her here.”
“Your guiding light still lives.” Ciar replied. “I can smell her mortal soul on the wind, but she’s not safe.” He added, “She’s not with your Jäger.”
“No.” Bridget suddenly glowed. “She’s chosen her company poorly.”
Their words were enough to steel Lorcán’s resolve again, smelting his motivation as he leapt to his feet and looked at the essence of his sister.
“When we touched earlier, I felt my powers. How is that possible?”
“The truth behind your abilities, all of your abilities,” Bridget added, her glow expanding to indicate all Hyperhumans, “Is rooted in Ünterland and the arcane flow that originates from here. As a seele, I am pure Vis, the rawest form of the true source of your abilities. When you touched me, you connected to the Vis, restoring your abilities briefly.”
“Can you merge with me?” Lorcán asked, “Can you lend me that power?”
“For Aurora? For my sist-” Bridget paused as Ciar looked warily between the twins.
“But the Vǣrloga-” Ciar interjected before he was cut-off.
“Absolutely.”
“I smell the Jäger.” Rothschild, or rather Ciar, suddenly interjected, breaking Lorcán’s constant stream of thoughts. “Come, child, you’ve spent enough time among the dead. We should seek to reunite you with the others and your lover.”
“What about Bridget?” Lorcán managed to ask between breaths.
“I am a soul without a body,” Bridget glowed, “I can not leave this plane, but I will ensure you are able to return to our parents. Those who have been ravaged by Limbo cannot leave, only those who are whole can seek passage back to Midyeden.”
“Ravaged by Limbo?”
Ciar smiled sadly.
“I wish I could have warned you in advance, your mission here is in vain. Amma won’t be able to pass through the veil now that Limbo has taken the mortal part of her soul. She’s a part of Ünterland now. You best return before that-,” He motioned towards the run on Lorcán’s hand.
“-Before the sacred mark is rendered useless and damns you to this plane too.”
Lorcán looked between the pair, fear and panic creeping in through the back of his mind.
“Then we’ve risked everyone’s lives for nothing? There’s no way for Amma to return even if we find her?”
“Not at a price you’re willing to pay.” Ciar muttered apologetically.
“What about Bridget?” Lorcán asked.
“I would be neither me nor her, a merger of two einseelen is unheard of.” Bridget replied, “The results would be unpredictable, but I can be sure we would not longer be who either of us were. I wouldn’t be your sister, nor would she be her mother’s daughter. Were she Magni and not Hyperhuman, there’s no telling what she would have become through Limbo, but her einseelen keeps her human here. But I can’t save her.”
“This can’t be for nothing, Gil, he-” Lorcán took a seat, hanging his head in defeat. “Gil won’t be able to handle any more loss. And if anything’s happened to Aurora here, a mission for nothing,” Lorcán looked at the mark on his hand. “If anything happened to Aurora then I may as well destroy this mark now because I’m not leaving her here.”
“Your guiding light still lives.” Ciar replied. “I can smell her mortal soul on the wind, but she’s not safe.” He added, “She’s not with your Jäger.”
“No.” Bridget suddenly glowed. “She’s chosen her company poorly.”
Their words were enough to steel Lorcán’s resolve again, smelting his motivation as he leapt to his feet and looked at the essence of his sister.
“When we touched earlier, I felt my powers. How is that possible?”
“The truth behind your abilities, all of your abilities,” Bridget added, her glow expanding to indicate all Hyperhumans, “Is rooted in Ünterland and the arcane flow that originates from here. As a seele, I am pure Vis, the rawest form of the true source of your abilities. When you touched me, you connected to the Vis, restoring your abilities briefly.”
“Can you merge with me?” Lorcán asked, “Can you lend me that power?”
“For Aurora? For my sist-” Bridget paused as Ciar looked warily between the twins.
“But the Vǣrloga-” Ciar interjected before he was cut-off.
“Absolutely.”
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