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Mixtape Ghost NDavitus concluded that while quaint, Midway City couldn't even compare to the smallest New Genesian settlement. New Genesian cities were clean, peaceful, pleasant, aromatic, and harmonious with nature. The citizenry created works of art, composed poetry, and engaged in spirited debate on matters of philosophy. Midway City however, was crowded, noisy, unsanitary, and smelled. Davitus' superhuman sense of hearing picked up dozens of inane conversations, idiotic proclamations, and offensive declarations that the humans were so fond of spewing into the air. Not to mention the damnable honking of those so-called "cars" that the humans seemed to love. His sense of smell picked up the reeking leftovers of their decadent, wasteful, and sedentary lifestyle; namely the sludge working its way to the sea under the humans' unaware feet and the toxic smog that their cars polluted the air with. The scene was nowhere near as dismal as his own birthplace, that was true. But at least on Apokolips, people didn't engage in useless discussions of the latest fashion trends or celebrity gossip. And with the humans' almost complete disregard for their planet and constant war-mongering, they were in very real danger of turning their planet into a wasteland and doing Darkseid's work for him anyway. Truly, Davitus had trouble seeing what the New Genesians found so valuable in them. But what's done is done and Davitus was resolved to living among them for the time being.
He centered himself and blocked out the inanity of the city and focused on his destination, the mansion where he would be staying with the mortal children. Davitus was dressed in all black; hooded jacket, pants, boots, sunglasses, even a black scarf wrapped around his neck. He drew some stares, but his unusual ensemble drew less attention that his true appearance would have. The humans were notorious for reacting poorly to things they didn't understand, Davitus didn't wish to test how poorly they would react to his corpse-like skin and his golden eyes. Perhaps later he could explain away his appearance as a disease, but it simply wasn't worth it to attract any attention now. Davitus entered the mansion, knowing he was among somewhat understanding company now, he unwrapped the scarf and pulled down the hood but kept the sunglasses on as they made their introductions. Grayson and Zatara seemed like reasonable sorts and Scott had a high opinion of them, Davitus had hope that they would prove tolerable. He had less hope for the rest of the team.
Karlie in particular seemed like a typical example of mortal vapidness and Sun-Fist, powerful as he may be, seemed like a fool. An earnest and benign fool, but a fool nonetheless. Davitus supposed humans did not have a monopoly on foolishness. Wayde struck him as much the
same. Arthur and Karsin both acted very strangely and Davitus guessed it had to do with their abilities. He wasn't entirely sure what their powers were but he had a feeling they were not normal humans. Though he supposed none of them were. Except the Frenchman, who Davitus hadn't formed any impressions on yet. Davitus soon realized he wasn't being entirely fair to the team and resolved to at least try to keep an open mind. Scott insisted he try to make friends.
During the tour Davitus spoke up, "What is the purpose of attending this school? I doubt this institution has anything to offer me intellectually. It seems like time better spent on fighting our enemies." The prospect of school was very unappealing to Davitus in particular. He had never had fond memories of "school" on Apokolips and he doubted human schooling was anything like New Genesis. He did not know if he could abide the concentrated stupidity and foolishness that a learning institution for mortal children surely possessed. After quietly waving to the other male students who would be sharing quarters with the male team-members, Davitus began setting up his living space. He had few possessions. Simply a flute that Highfather had given him, some earthly clothes Scott had bought for him, and a tome of histories from the repository of knowledge in Supertown. Davitus supposed he would discover what earthly books were like, perhaps they had one or two works of quality. Of course there was his equipment but it would not be stored in the room with the unsuspecting mortals so nearby. But Davitus never went anywhere without at least three knives on his person, and the civilians would not see those. Unless they proved to be traitors or informers of course.
Assured of his security and not particularly inclined to socialize at the moment, Davitus sat on the bed, closed his eyes and crossed his legs as he began playing the flute, a calming melody that he had learned from Beautiful Dreamer. His mind began to drift off to the world he called home. The sound reminded him of the chirping of the birds, the scent of the flowers, and the babbling of the brooks. Despite his reverie, his ears were still on alert, and he would notice immediately if anyone approached.
He centered himself and blocked out the inanity of the city and focused on his destination, the mansion where he would be staying with the mortal children. Davitus was dressed in all black; hooded jacket, pants, boots, sunglasses, even a black scarf wrapped around his neck. He drew some stares, but his unusual ensemble drew less attention that his true appearance would have. The humans were notorious for reacting poorly to things they didn't understand, Davitus didn't wish to test how poorly they would react to his corpse-like skin and his golden eyes. Perhaps later he could explain away his appearance as a disease, but it simply wasn't worth it to attract any attention now. Davitus entered the mansion, knowing he was among somewhat understanding company now, he unwrapped the scarf and pulled down the hood but kept the sunglasses on as they made their introductions. Grayson and Zatara seemed like reasonable sorts and Scott had a high opinion of them, Davitus had hope that they would prove tolerable. He had less hope for the rest of the team.
Karlie in particular seemed like a typical example of mortal vapidness and Sun-Fist, powerful as he may be, seemed like a fool. An earnest and benign fool, but a fool nonetheless. Davitus supposed humans did not have a monopoly on foolishness. Wayde struck him as much the
same. Arthur and Karsin both acted very strangely and Davitus guessed it had to do with their abilities. He wasn't entirely sure what their powers were but he had a feeling they were not normal humans. Though he supposed none of them were. Except the Frenchman, who Davitus hadn't formed any impressions on yet. Davitus soon realized he wasn't being entirely fair to the team and resolved to at least try to keep an open mind. Scott insisted he try to make friends.
During the tour Davitus spoke up, "What is the purpose of attending this school? I doubt this institution has anything to offer me intellectually. It seems like time better spent on fighting our enemies." The prospect of school was very unappealing to Davitus in particular. He had never had fond memories of "school" on Apokolips and he doubted human schooling was anything like New Genesis. He did not know if he could abide the concentrated stupidity and foolishness that a learning institution for mortal children surely possessed. After quietly waving to the other male students who would be sharing quarters with the male team-members, Davitus began setting up his living space. He had few possessions. Simply a flute that Highfather had given him, some earthly clothes Scott had bought for him, and a tome of histories from the repository of knowledge in Supertown. Davitus supposed he would discover what earthly books were like, perhaps they had one or two works of quality. Of course there was his equipment but it would not be stored in the room with the unsuspecting mortals so nearby. But Davitus never went anywhere without at least three knives on his person, and the civilians would not see those. Unless they proved to be traitors or informers of course.
Assured of his security and not particularly inclined to socialize at the moment, Davitus sat on the bed, closed his eyes and crossed his legs as he began playing the flute, a calming melody that he had learned from Beautiful Dreamer. His mind began to drift off to the world he called home. The sound reminded him of the chirping of the birds, the scent of the flowers, and the babbling of the brooks. Despite his reverie, his ears were still on alert, and he would notice immediately if anyone approached.