“O me! For why is all around us here as if some lesser god had made the world, but had not force to shape it as he would.” ~ Arthur, in The Passing of Arthur by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
#DCRP | Open DMs | 18+ | Descriptive | tag: #0rph3us | Earth-3 RP
“My dear child, you are radiant and lovely in black. However, as heroes, we should try to stay away from that colour connotation.”
#WomanCrushWednesday#WomanCrushEveryday
for now the threat is more tangible. The blades, wicked, gleam in the midday sun as she moves at him. His blade is free from its sheath, held parallel to the ground, level with her wrists, ready to parry her strike.
that makes sense if things are indeed polar opposites.
There will be time to wax philosophically about the differences between these Earths and what it means; -
studying Paladin. “You’re him, from…another…reality? Another Earth?”
“I am.” He nods as he takes a step forward, wanting to embrace the man who looks every bit his fallen friend, -
like the mythical Furies, the progeny of his other self.
God has brought them all together for some reason. Addressing the trio, the question is rougher than he’d like. “Your father, who is he on this world?”
the man who he knows as Abacus, the lad that goes by Kid Phantom and the young women that look hauntingly familiar. And standing with the third girl, he sees it clearly now. They are sisters, -
he sees the young girl about to slip into a subway entrance. If she’s a local of the city, he fears she will easily elude them underground and in desperation, he calls out to her, hoping his theory proves right. “Obsidian!” The girl stops short, frozen for a moment.
or more importantly whose eyes they were, the girl slipped ftom his grasp and dashed away from them.
In unison, he and Cassandra began their pursuit. Closing the gap as they neared the busy intersection, coincidentally close to the diner that Cassandra had selected for them, -