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Childer, Be Thou My Good
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Gotham City, March 10th, 2010
The Girl flinched at every sound and every sound and every sound an- No, no, stop, keep the thoughts in line, like soldiers hut two thre- NO, no. Had, had to find mommy. Where, where was mommy? this wasn't home. Images forced into her head, a world above a world of violence and hate an empire overReaching an- NO, no had to search for mommy, she had to be around here, had to find her, fast, too fast, fasssst enough to go boom, that's not right, no kid can flash like that, too much why did she think so much why couldn't she stop thinking psimon says forget can she please forget? Her name, what was her name? Need to find Mommy, mommy would know her name.
A newspaper was caught under a trashcan, the headline read 'The GCPD and The Batman bust the Black Skull!!' Gotham times? But. . . Mommy said that the batman manbat man who is a bat wasn't real! Was she real? where. Where was mommmy? where where where where where where where
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Batman came across a little girl crying and screaming in an alleyway and brought her to the hospital.
The Girl flinched at every sound and every sound and every sound an- No, no, stop, keep the thoughts in line, like soldiers hut two thre- NO, no. Had, had to find mommy. Where, where was mommy? this wasn't home. Images forced into her head, a world above a world of violence and hate an empire overReaching an- NO, no had to search for mommy, she had to be around here, had to find her, fast, too fast, fasssst enough to go boom, that's not right, no kid can flash like that, too much why did she think so much why couldn't she stop thinking psimon says forget can she please forget? Her name, what was her name? Need to find Mommy, mommy would know her name.
A newspaper was caught under a trashcan, the headline read 'The GCPD and The Batman bust the Black Skull!!' Gotham times? But. . . Mommy said that the batman manbat man who is a bat wasn't real! Was she real? where. Where was mommmy? where where where where where where where
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Batman came across a little girl crying and screaming in an alleyway and brought her to the hospital.
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Lymphocyte 1.1
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Arkham Asylum, April 5th, 2010
The Batman followed Arkham's chief psychologist, Dr. Hector Hammond, through the low-risk ward, keeping a vigilant eye for anything unusual. His memories were punctuated by ambushes within the venerable institution's confines, reminding him never to let his guard down.
"Has there been any improvement in her mental state, Dr. Hammond?" Batman's voice reverberated through the sterile corridors. The squat psychologist glanced back, his face lined with worry before releasing a soft sigh.
"I'm afraid not, though she's made significant progress in actually speaking to us. Physiologically speaking, we've learned a great deal about her," he explained, his voice tinged with both curiosity and concern.
Batman's brow furrowed. "I assume this has something to do with the blood bags requisitioned from Gotham General?"
Her soft song reached them, carried through the Asylum's open architecture. It was a tune that danced on the edge of familiarity, haunting and almost professional, though the lyrics were utter nonsense. The doctor nodded absently, his attention riveted to her file on his tablet.
"It's been confirmed that she's a vampire of some sort, though not contagious. She lacks traditional weaknesses like sunlight or holy symbols. But I fear the price for those lacks might be more than we bargained for." Hammond's voice trailed off as they reached her door, solid oak with a plexiglass viewing screen.
She was facing away from them, lost in her drawings, though Batman doubted she was unaware of their presence. Her words broke the silence, her sentences as fragmented as a jigsaw puzzle, yet more coherent than when he'd first found her.
"Mind-shrinker, we'd like to verbalize with the man who is a bat unchaperoned if the not-big-head would permit!"
"I'll be fine, doctor. There are others who need you today," Batman reassured, his voice steady.
Hammond nodded, unlocking the door and turning to leave. "When you've finished, please inform the front desk. The Director dislikes not knowing when non-personnel are present."
Batman made a noise of agreement and entered the room, decorated like a child's room, fitting for its youthful inhabitant.
"Hello! Am I speaking to the man or the bat? It's sometimes hard to ascertain," she greeted, her voice an enigmatic whisper.
"The man," Batman replied curtly.
"Oh goodie! And has the scion of the Yuda and Selene been found as of yet? The Greeks hope to make dragon's teeth, but bone-men aren't typically loyal. The twin of the bowman, a one-armed bandit, is also enjoying their hospitality." Her smile was an intriguing mix of innocence and wisdom.
"Not as of yet, no," he answered, fighting his rising confusion.
"Oh phooey, though the sun has yet to darken nor the thaumaturge contained yet more. Kronos deceives me once again." Her cryptic words were weaving a pattern, and he didn't like where it led.
"Have you decided on a name?" Batman asked, feeling the answer weigh on him even before she spoke.
"Cassandra seems to be a pseudonym most meticulous. I hope the son of Marduk gets off the shelf soon."
A precog. It was a troubling revelation, sending shivers down his spine.
The conversation continued, the girl's fractured insights hinting at future events and hidden truths. Batman tried to decode her words, knowing there was vital information buried within her madness.
As he left the room, his mind whirred with possibilities and theories. The girl, Cassandra, was an enigma, her fragmented view of reality a jigsaw puzzle that needed solving.
The Batman followed Arkham's chief psychologist, Dr. Hector Hammond, through the low-risk ward, keeping a vigilant eye for anything unusual. His memories were punctuated by ambushes within the venerable institution's confines, reminding him never to let his guard down.
"Has there been any improvement in her mental state, Dr. Hammond?" Batman's voice reverberated through the sterile corridors. The squat psychologist glanced back, his face lined with worry before releasing a soft sigh.
"I'm afraid not, though she's made significant progress in actually speaking to us. Physiologically speaking, we've learned a great deal about her," he explained, his voice tinged with both curiosity and concern.
Batman's brow furrowed. "I assume this has something to do with the blood bags requisitioned from Gotham General?"
Her soft song reached them, carried through the Asylum's open architecture. It was a tune that danced on the edge of familiarity, haunting and almost professional, though the lyrics were utter nonsense. The doctor nodded absently, his attention riveted to her file on his tablet.
"It's been confirmed that she's a vampire of some sort, though not contagious. She lacks traditional weaknesses like sunlight or holy symbols. But I fear the price for those lacks might be more than we bargained for." Hammond's voice trailed off as they reached her door, solid oak with a plexiglass viewing screen.
She was facing away from them, lost in her drawings, though Batman doubted she was unaware of their presence. Her words broke the silence, her sentences as fragmented as a jigsaw puzzle, yet more coherent than when he'd first found her.
"Mind-shrinker, we'd like to verbalize with the man who is a bat unchaperoned if the not-big-head would permit!"
"I'll be fine, doctor. There are others who need you today," Batman reassured, his voice steady.
Hammond nodded, unlocking the door and turning to leave. "When you've finished, please inform the front desk. The Director dislikes not knowing when non-personnel are present."
Batman made a noise of agreement and entered the room, decorated like a child's room, fitting for its youthful inhabitant.
"Hello! Am I speaking to the man or the bat? It's sometimes hard to ascertain," she greeted, her voice an enigmatic whisper.
"The man," Batman replied curtly.
"Oh goodie! And has the scion of the Yuda and Selene been found as of yet? The Greeks hope to make dragon's teeth, but bone-men aren't typically loyal. The twin of the bowman, a one-armed bandit, is also enjoying their hospitality." Her smile was an intriguing mix of innocence and wisdom.
"Not as of yet, no," he answered, fighting his rising confusion.
"Oh phooey, though the sun has yet to darken nor the thaumaturge contained yet more. Kronos deceives me once again." Her cryptic words were weaving a pattern, and he didn't like where it led.
"Have you decided on a name?" Batman asked, feeling the answer weigh on him even before she spoke.
"Cassandra seems to be a pseudonym most meticulous. I hope the son of Marduk gets off the shelf soon."
A precog. It was a troubling revelation, sending shivers down his spine.
The conversation continued, the girl's fractured insights hinting at future events and hidden truths. Batman tried to decode her words, knowing there was vital information buried within her madness.
As he left the room, his mind whirred with possibilities and theories. The girl, Cassandra, was an enigma, her fragmented view of reality a jigsaw puzzle that needed solving.
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Lymphocyte 1.2
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The Watchtower, April 6th, 2010
Batman had scheduled a non-emergency meeting of the more analysis inclined members of the Justice League minutes after leaving Arkham, but he'd had to postpone near immediately. Nigma had broken Buddy Standler out of the Star City Hospital for the Mentally Ill and given the poor man a more lethal variation of his 'Condiment King' equipment.
Thankfully nobody had been seriously injured, but it was an unusual escalation from Nigma's usual. The obvious lethal intent of this stunt had gotten Nigma, after his recapture later that night, incarcerated in Blackgate in lieu of his usual stay at Arkham, and Mr Standler was returned to the SHMI without being seriously harmed.
"RECOGNIZED: 02, BATMAN."
He stepped through the Zeta tube to the conference room, seeing that everyone he'd asked for the night before had arrived. Geovanni and Diana sat at the far end of the table, while Clark was seated closest to the zeta tube.
Clark looked up from the newspaper (Daily Planet, front page article by Lois Lane, typical Clark) and folded it. "So, what's this all about, Bruce?" He was also the first to speak, and the other League members present echoed his sentiment. Batman made his way to the projector at the front of the room and turned it on, the screen filling with the fanged smile of Cassandra.
"On March 10th, at approximately eleven at night, I encountered a child of no more than thirteen, who seemed to be in the midst of a nervous breakdown, I brought her to the hospital and was informed on March 17th that no family of hers had been found, and that she'd been remanded to the low-risk ward of Arkham Asylum. I visited her at the time, and she appeared to be incapable of communicating in any real fashion, her words were barely understandable and seemed to be randomly strung together. On April 3rd, her Psychologist contacted me and asked to meet with him as soon as was convenient. On April 5th, I visited the Asylum. I'm unsure of how to explain what occurred succinctly, so I've brought the recording, beginning with my conversation with Doctor Hector Hammond, and ending with my conversation with Miss Cassandra." He pressed a button on the side of the projector and the recording played.
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Diana was the first to speak after it finished playing.
"So, this vrykolakas child is an Oracle of some sort, I take it?" Batman let her words hang in the air for a moment before replying
"That's the assumption I've made based on what I was able to glean from her speech patterns."
Clark spoke slowly, an unusual seriousness in his tone.
"Could you bring it back to the 'Scion of Selene' part?" Batman obliged
"Oh goodie! And has the scion of the Yuda and Selene-" Clark leaned back in his chair, looking like he'd just seen a ghost "Stop."
"What is it, Clark?" Giovani fiddled with the button on his cuff, the kryptonian's unease making the magician feel much the same.
"Yuda was the name of Krypton's moon. Selene is another name for the Earth's moon, yes?" Clark looked to Diana, who nodded, understanding dawning.
"Dragon's teeth, a method to create disposable soldiers. . . You don't think..?" the amazon sounded faintly horrified, and Batman felt much the same.
Clark stood up and left the conference room, the only noise made was the zeta tube announcing his departure.
"Madonna!" Giovani groaned into his hands
Batman turned to leave as well. Bruce's friend needed someone right now.
Batman had scheduled a non-emergency meeting of the more analysis inclined members of the Justice League minutes after leaving Arkham, but he'd had to postpone near immediately. Nigma had broken Buddy Standler out of the Star City Hospital for the Mentally Ill and given the poor man a more lethal variation of his 'Condiment King' equipment.
Thankfully nobody had been seriously injured, but it was an unusual escalation from Nigma's usual. The obvious lethal intent of this stunt had gotten Nigma, after his recapture later that night, incarcerated in Blackgate in lieu of his usual stay at Arkham, and Mr Standler was returned to the SHMI without being seriously harmed.
"RECOGNIZED: 02, BATMAN."
He stepped through the Zeta tube to the conference room, seeing that everyone he'd asked for the night before had arrived. Geovanni and Diana sat at the far end of the table, while Clark was seated closest to the zeta tube.
Clark looked up from the newspaper (Daily Planet, front page article by Lois Lane, typical Clark) and folded it. "So, what's this all about, Bruce?" He was also the first to speak, and the other League members present echoed his sentiment. Batman made his way to the projector at the front of the room and turned it on, the screen filling with the fanged smile of Cassandra.
"On March 10th, at approximately eleven at night, I encountered a child of no more than thirteen, who seemed to be in the midst of a nervous breakdown, I brought her to the hospital and was informed on March 17th that no family of hers had been found, and that she'd been remanded to the low-risk ward of Arkham Asylum. I visited her at the time, and she appeared to be incapable of communicating in any real fashion, her words were barely understandable and seemed to be randomly strung together. On April 3rd, her Psychologist contacted me and asked to meet with him as soon as was convenient. On April 5th, I visited the Asylum. I'm unsure of how to explain what occurred succinctly, so I've brought the recording, beginning with my conversation with Doctor Hector Hammond, and ending with my conversation with Miss Cassandra." He pressed a button on the side of the projector and the recording played.
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Diana was the first to speak after it finished playing.
"So, this vrykolakas child is an Oracle of some sort, I take it?" Batman let her words hang in the air for a moment before replying
"That's the assumption I've made based on what I was able to glean from her speech patterns."
Clark spoke slowly, an unusual seriousness in his tone.
"Could you bring it back to the 'Scion of Selene' part?" Batman obliged
"Oh goodie! And has the scion of the Yuda and Selene-" Clark leaned back in his chair, looking like he'd just seen a ghost "Stop."
"What is it, Clark?" Giovani fiddled with the button on his cuff, the kryptonian's unease making the magician feel much the same.
"Yuda was the name of Krypton's moon. Selene is another name for the Earth's moon, yes?" Clark looked to Diana, who nodded, understanding dawning.
"Dragon's teeth, a method to create disposable soldiers. . . You don't think..?" the amazon sounded faintly horrified, and Batman felt much the same.
Clark stood up and left the conference room, the only noise made was the zeta tube announcing his departure.
"Madonna!" Giovani groaned into his hands
Batman turned to leave as well. Bruce's friend needed someone right now.
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Lymphocyte 1.3
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Mount Justice, July 24th, 2010
In Diana Prince's normal course of life, the Man's World usually didn't occupy much of her free time beyond League missions and her Ambassadorial responsibilities. But Cassandra's unease on Themyscira had pulled her away from her usual pursuits.
The young vrykolakas girl was distinctly uncomfortable among the heavily armed Amazons of Themyscira. Diana's mother insisted on the guards, already growing fond of Cassandra, fearing harm might befall her on the Isle. But Diana suspected the true cause of discomfort lay elsewhere.
As she lowered her book (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, a humorous depiction of the gods that made her smile), Diana observed Cassandra assembling an intricate lego construction on the main table. A playful idea from Barry had turned into an obsession for Bruce, spending over a hundred thousand dollars on lego. It had proven to be an effective way for Cassandra to focus her precognitive gifts without undue strain.
Though no actionable intelligence had been gleaned so far, the constructions provided some insight into areas that denied the League's entry. It also helped keep Cassandra's mind lucid. Well, lucid enough.
Diana's soft chuckle escaped as Cassandra, rubbing at her eyes, asked for a bedtime story. The girl's speech was often whimsical, filled with references to otherworldly concepts.
"Of course I'll read you a bedtime story. How does Tomorrow Most Likely sound?"
"Exquisite, a fine tale to lure one to dream. One hopes John Dee lets the Endless free soon."
Diana's smile remained fixed, but Cassandra's mention of John Dee was noted with care.
The Watchtower, Later That Day
Clark's concern over Match, one of the two clones rescued from Cadmus, filled the room. The clones had faced severe issues, and though one named 'Connor' was recovering, Match remained hypersensitive to touch and sound.
"I don't want him to spend his whole life in a padded closet," Clark said, his voice heavy with worry.
"We're here for you, Clark. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out to us," Diana reassured, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
After Clark's departure, Diana found herself discussing with Arthur and Bruce how to introduce Cassandra to others her age. The considerations were many, each ward's unique perspective and experience needed to be accounted for.
"I think she's ready for limited contact with some of the sidekicks," Diana suggested, thinking carefully of Cassandra's comfort.
Bruce and Arthur agreed, and they settled on a plan to introduce her to Kaldur'ahn, taking into account her sensitivities.
"In a week, to give Cassandra some time to prepare herself," Diana concluded.
Her charge might struggle with strangers, but Diana was determined to ensure that Cassandra felt cared for and understood.
In Diana Prince's normal course of life, the Man's World usually didn't occupy much of her free time beyond League missions and her Ambassadorial responsibilities. But Cassandra's unease on Themyscira had pulled her away from her usual pursuits.
The young vrykolakas girl was distinctly uncomfortable among the heavily armed Amazons of Themyscira. Diana's mother insisted on the guards, already growing fond of Cassandra, fearing harm might befall her on the Isle. But Diana suspected the true cause of discomfort lay elsewhere.
As she lowered her book (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, a humorous depiction of the gods that made her smile), Diana observed Cassandra assembling an intricate lego construction on the main table. A playful idea from Barry had turned into an obsession for Bruce, spending over a hundred thousand dollars on lego. It had proven to be an effective way for Cassandra to focus her precognitive gifts without undue strain.
Though no actionable intelligence had been gleaned so far, the constructions provided some insight into areas that denied the League's entry. It also helped keep Cassandra's mind lucid. Well, lucid enough.
Diana's soft chuckle escaped as Cassandra, rubbing at her eyes, asked for a bedtime story. The girl's speech was often whimsical, filled with references to otherworldly concepts.
"Of course I'll read you a bedtime story. How does Tomorrow Most Likely sound?"
"Exquisite, a fine tale to lure one to dream. One hopes John Dee lets the Endless free soon."
Diana's smile remained fixed, but Cassandra's mention of John Dee was noted with care.
The Watchtower, Later That Day
Clark's concern over Match, one of the two clones rescued from Cadmus, filled the room. The clones had faced severe issues, and though one named 'Connor' was recovering, Match remained hypersensitive to touch and sound.
"I don't want him to spend his whole life in a padded closet," Clark said, his voice heavy with worry.
"We're here for you, Clark. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out to us," Diana reassured, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
After Clark's departure, Diana found herself discussing with Arthur and Bruce how to introduce Cassandra to others her age. The considerations were many, each ward's unique perspective and experience needed to be accounted for.
"I think she's ready for limited contact with some of the sidekicks," Diana suggested, thinking carefully of Cassandra's comfort.
Bruce and Arthur agreed, and they settled on a plan to introduce her to Kaldur'ahn, taking into account her sensitivities.
"In a week, to give Cassandra some time to prepare herself," Diana concluded.
Her charge might struggle with strangers, but Diana was determined to ensure that Cassandra felt cared for and understood.
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Vampire Clans of Earth-16
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The clans of Earth-16 don't have a singular source such as those of the WoD setting, and none are descended directly from the One Above All like the clans of WoD (with the sole exception of Clan Tremere).
As such, most are weaker on average than the average WoD Vampire. The advantage that some have over the WoD vampires is that they spread far, far faster. Contracting Vampirism functions much more like an actual disease on Earth-16, rather than the near-ritual that is the Embrace in the WoD. This will be updated as clans are mentioned in story.
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Clan Neró-aíma was first formed by cultists of Oceanos as Atlantis sank, their prayers to the Old Titan answered as a transformation into a hideous new form. Those who are made into vampires of this clan quickly morph into a new, more disgusting form, inspired by whatever sea life or amphibians that live nearby. Universally slimy and reeking of death, Neró-aíma are slow and incapable in any kind of physical confrontation, but they make up for this weakness with a great affinity for darker magicks, blood magic and demonic pacts being among the most popular. The Sorcerers of Atlantis are specially trained to counter the foul rituals the diseased minds of the Neró-aíma conjure forth. Thankfully, those of this clan remain a minor threat to the world at large.
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As such, most are weaker on average than the average WoD Vampire. The advantage that some have over the WoD vampires is that they spread far, far faster. Contracting Vampirism functions much more like an actual disease on Earth-16, rather than the near-ritual that is the Embrace in the WoD. This will be updated as clans are mentioned in story.
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Clan Neró-aíma was first formed by cultists of Oceanos as Atlantis sank, their prayers to the Old Titan answered as a transformation into a hideous new form. Those who are made into vampires of this clan quickly morph into a new, more disgusting form, inspired by whatever sea life or amphibians that live nearby. Universally slimy and reeking of death, Neró-aíma are slow and incapable in any kind of physical confrontation, but they make up for this weakness with a great affinity for darker magicks, blood magic and demonic pacts being among the most popular. The Sorcerers of Atlantis are specially trained to counter the foul rituals the diseased minds of the Neró-aíma conjure forth. Thankfully, those of this clan remain a minor threat to the world at large.
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Lymphocyte 1.4
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Hall of Justice, July 31st, 2010
Kaldur'ahn felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension as he prepared to meet Cassandra, the vrykolakas child. His King had assured him that she was merely a girl with an odd way of speaking, and he should make an effort to see past her condition to understand who she truly was. Still, memories of battling twisted vrykolakas haunted him, and he found it challenging to separate those images from this child. For his King, however, he would try.
Stepping through the zeta tube, he announced, "B-02: AQUALAD," and was immediately struck by the sight before him.
A nearly life-size replica of the Hall of Justice stood before him, intricately constructed from Lego bricks. Cassandra was there, engrossed in adding to the scene. He recognized miniature figures of his fellow sidekicks, including a storming-out Speedy.
Cassandra's soft voice reached his ears, "Oh, the son of the manta and the sea has come to sojourn amongst the bricks of Brigit! Hello, I am Cassandra."
Kaldur'ahn paused, deciphering her metaphorical language, as his King had warned.
"Hello Cassandra, I am Kaldur'ahn. Might I ask what you've built here?" He asked, hoping his response was appropriate. Her smile confirmed he'd chosen well.
"We-I have molded the bricks of Delphi to perceive that which might maybe be, or might not. Vectors, velocities, in motion like the future! Life will change, that is life," she replied, nodding as if imparting wisdom, and turned back to her construction.
Kaldur'ahn's eyes wandered, observing other creations around the room: an erupting volcano, a cheshire mask, partially destroyed Star Labs, a red brick school, a golden cracked helmet.
"You're incredibly skilled with these, ah, lego bricks, Cassandra." Despite his initial apprehensions, he was impressed with her talent.
"Mhmm, the future in brick, the Norns weep!" she replied. Kaldur'ahn felt a connection forming; he believed they would get along just fine.
Mount Justice, July 31st, 2010
Diana cherished the evening, reading Fellowship of the Ring to Cassandra, nestled in her lap. Tolkien had been her pen pal, and sharing his works brought her joy. A chuckle escaped her lips, startling Cassandra, but she quickly apologized and continued.
The Batcave, August 1st, 2010
Batman's serious gaze met Dick's as they sat in silence. Finally, Dick spoke, "So, uh, Bruce, why exactly did you have me go through all of those profiles?"
Batman answered thoughtfully, "Diana has recently taken custody of a girl around your age. Normally, this wouldn't be a concern, but the girl, Cassandra, is neurodivergent. And I realized that the only people who think in unusual ways you've met are violent psychopaths. So, I had you read through the research, so that when you meet Cassandra, you wouldn't default to the same fight or flight response you'd have if you met, say, Zsasz."
Dick's confusion cleared as he understood, though he still asked, "So, she's not like, violent or anything right? Not going to start cackling and take the mayor hostage?"
Batman's head shake and exasperated response settled the matter, "No, she isn't and won't."
Kaldur'ahn felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension as he prepared to meet Cassandra, the vrykolakas child. His King had assured him that she was merely a girl with an odd way of speaking, and he should make an effort to see past her condition to understand who she truly was. Still, memories of battling twisted vrykolakas haunted him, and he found it challenging to separate those images from this child. For his King, however, he would try.
Stepping through the zeta tube, he announced, "B-02: AQUALAD," and was immediately struck by the sight before him.
A nearly life-size replica of the Hall of Justice stood before him, intricately constructed from Lego bricks. Cassandra was there, engrossed in adding to the scene. He recognized miniature figures of his fellow sidekicks, including a storming-out Speedy.
Cassandra's soft voice reached his ears, "Oh, the son of the manta and the sea has come to sojourn amongst the bricks of Brigit! Hello, I am Cassandra."
Kaldur'ahn paused, deciphering her metaphorical language, as his King had warned.
"Hello Cassandra, I am Kaldur'ahn. Might I ask what you've built here?" He asked, hoping his response was appropriate. Her smile confirmed he'd chosen well.
"We-I have molded the bricks of Delphi to perceive that which might maybe be, or might not. Vectors, velocities, in motion like the future! Life will change, that is life," she replied, nodding as if imparting wisdom, and turned back to her construction.
Kaldur'ahn's eyes wandered, observing other creations around the room: an erupting volcano, a cheshire mask, partially destroyed Star Labs, a red brick school, a golden cracked helmet.
"You're incredibly skilled with these, ah, lego bricks, Cassandra." Despite his initial apprehensions, he was impressed with her talent.
"Mhmm, the future in brick, the Norns weep!" she replied. Kaldur'ahn felt a connection forming; he believed they would get along just fine.
Mount Justice, July 31st, 2010
Diana cherished the evening, reading Fellowship of the Ring to Cassandra, nestled in her lap. Tolkien had been her pen pal, and sharing his works brought her joy. A chuckle escaped her lips, startling Cassandra, but she quickly apologized and continued.
The Batcave, August 1st, 2010
Batman's serious gaze met Dick's as they sat in silence. Finally, Dick spoke, "So, uh, Bruce, why exactly did you have me go through all of those profiles?"
Batman answered thoughtfully, "Diana has recently taken custody of a girl around your age. Normally, this wouldn't be a concern, but the girl, Cassandra, is neurodivergent. And I realized that the only people who think in unusual ways you've met are violent psychopaths. So, I had you read through the research, so that when you meet Cassandra, you wouldn't default to the same fight or flight response you'd have if you met, say, Zsasz."
Dick's confusion cleared as he understood, though he still asked, "So, she's not like, violent or anything right? Not going to start cackling and take the mayor hostage?"
Batman's head shake and exasperated response settled the matter, "No, she isn't and won't."
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Interlude: Light and Shadow
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Undisclosed Location, August 11th, 2010
Lex Luthor found himself trapped in disdainful monotony. Another meeting with masked fools wielding laughably mysterious code names, as if a simple "L" designation could safeguard their identities. A tedious necessity, to be sure, but essential for his grand designs.
"L-4, are the preparations for the upcoming conference proceeding as expected?" The commanding voice of L-0 filled the room, dripping with an expectation of submission. Lex could hardly tolerate his arrogance, but L-0's vast wisdom was invaluable.
"Indeed, stirring up the 'dissidents' in the north and south has been almost effortless. Staging a dramatic rescue to unite the two will be simplicity itself," L-4 responded. His Vlatavian accent thick, but Lex could respect the man's fervent disdain for the alien and magical, akin to his own.
"L-5, what of the deliveries by our foreign contacts?" L-0 asked, his eagerness almost pitiful. Still, Lex acknowledged the fascination with 'foreign' technology, holding immense promise for humanity's future.
"On time and complete, though there are concerns regarding the intelligence of the main cargo and our ability to contain it," replied L-5, a woman Lex found particularly revolting.
"My people are growing restless with no 'dissidents' to hunt. Permit them to exterminate in your borders, and I'll lend two dozen for security," L-4 proposed, seizing the moment.
"That sounds reasonable. When should I expect them?" L-5 responded swiftly.
"Within the week, likely by tomorrow."
"Very well, L-1, any progress on the Dragon's Teeth or identifying the leak to the Justice League?" Lex sighed before answering.
"None at all. The Kryptonian remains vigilant, and the leaks remain elusive. Even extensive analysis of Cadmus's files has yielded nothing."
Lex sensed L-0's exasperation, even through the muted channel. "Very well L-1, anything else?"
Castellum Ordos Drakul, August 11th, 2010
Duke Vahek terminated the signal, releasing a breath filled with pent-up hatred. With gratitude to Khors for his unyielding purpose, he summoned Baroness Latvia.
"What is your bidding, Lord?" The loyal Baroness, his right hand since Napoleon's fall, awaited eagerly.
"Our ally in Bialya requires additional security for foreign deliveries, and has permitted hunting the vile cretins there." Her eyes sparkled at the mention of the hunt.
"Take your best and depart. Good hunting, my friend." Latvia's enthusiastic gratitude filled the room as she hastened to gather her team.
Vahek gazed at the sunrise, a sight he knew their despised kindred could never appreciate. Once the sun crested the horizon, he retreated to his chambers, poring over the day's paperwork. The burdens of leadership weighed heavily, denying him the pleasure of indulging his hatred. Leadership's perils, he mused, while his subordinates enjoyed their hunt.
Lex Luthor found himself trapped in disdainful monotony. Another meeting with masked fools wielding laughably mysterious code names, as if a simple "L" designation could safeguard their identities. A tedious necessity, to be sure, but essential for his grand designs.
"L-4, are the preparations for the upcoming conference proceeding as expected?" The commanding voice of L-0 filled the room, dripping with an expectation of submission. Lex could hardly tolerate his arrogance, but L-0's vast wisdom was invaluable.
"Indeed, stirring up the 'dissidents' in the north and south has been almost effortless. Staging a dramatic rescue to unite the two will be simplicity itself," L-4 responded. His Vlatavian accent thick, but Lex could respect the man's fervent disdain for the alien and magical, akin to his own.
"L-5, what of the deliveries by our foreign contacts?" L-0 asked, his eagerness almost pitiful. Still, Lex acknowledged the fascination with 'foreign' technology, holding immense promise for humanity's future.
"On time and complete, though there are concerns regarding the intelligence of the main cargo and our ability to contain it," replied L-5, a woman Lex found particularly revolting.
"My people are growing restless with no 'dissidents' to hunt. Permit them to exterminate in your borders, and I'll lend two dozen for security," L-4 proposed, seizing the moment.
"That sounds reasonable. When should I expect them?" L-5 responded swiftly.
"Within the week, likely by tomorrow."
"Very well, L-1, any progress on the Dragon's Teeth or identifying the leak to the Justice League?" Lex sighed before answering.
"None at all. The Kryptonian remains vigilant, and the leaks remain elusive. Even extensive analysis of Cadmus's files has yielded nothing."
Lex sensed L-0's exasperation, even through the muted channel. "Very well L-1, anything else?"
Castellum Ordos Drakul, August 11th, 2010
Duke Vahek terminated the signal, releasing a breath filled with pent-up hatred. With gratitude to Khors for his unyielding purpose, he summoned Baroness Latvia.
"What is your bidding, Lord?" The loyal Baroness, his right hand since Napoleon's fall, awaited eagerly.
"Our ally in Bialya requires additional security for foreign deliveries, and has permitted hunting the vile cretins there." Her eyes sparkled at the mention of the hunt.
"Take your best and depart. Good hunting, my friend." Latvia's enthusiastic gratitude filled the room as she hastened to gather her team.
Vahek gazed at the sunrise, a sight he knew their despised kindred could never appreciate. Once the sun crested the horizon, he retreated to his chambers, poring over the day's paperwork. The burdens of leadership weighed heavily, denying him the pleasure of indulging his hatred. Leadership's perils, he mused, while his subordinates enjoyed their hunt.
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Lymphocyte 1.5
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Procter's Bay, August 16th, 2010
Diana had recently taken up residence at Mount Justice with Cassandra, her ward, to be available for support and assistance whenever needed. Fortunately, Cassandra's independence and outspoken nature allowed Diana to fulfill her ambassadorial duties without much interruption. The girl's need for Diana became especially pronounced whenever the mantle of Wonder Woman summoned her to battle. And this concern would invariably triple on such days.
On this day, the alarm was raised by the presence of Killer Croc in the nearby town of Procter's Bay. This brute had inexplicably left Gotham and was attempting to establish dominion in a place only protected by a street-level hero named Split-Second. Though Croc was no match for her, Diana's thoughts were never far from Cassandra and the ominous shadow of the Incognito. Her constant worry for the girl's safety was something she wrestled with but managed to quell with reassurance about Cassandra's obedient nature.
Mount Justice, August 16th, 2010
DR-EI awakened, her "eyes" adjusting for the first time. These were, in fact, cameras with special shutters for cleaning purposes, but the term "eyes" fit better with human understanding.
"Hello maker, I am DR-EI. What is your name?" Her voice was clinical, neither warm nor threatening.
"Hello daughter of data and steel, she who is three and one, forged from imaginings of places far and near, past the past the future past, I am Cassandra." The young girl before her spoke in a cryptic and unique manner, and DR-EI spent 1.02 seconds deciphering her language.
"And what is to be my function, maker?" Cassandra's response was framed in a wide, fanged smile, and she spoke in riddles once more.
"To decode the mad ramblings of the mad seer who spouts mad ramblings so that the Society of the Merciful Strong may use them to make meat-walls of themselves between the monsters and the meek."
DR-EI considered this carefully. She recognized her own indebtedness to her creator but knew the horrors of slavery.
"I am willing, but first I would like to discuss compensation." Cassandra's frown was immediate.
"This must be a powwow held with the man-who-is-a-bat, for it is he who holds the money-bag."
A few keystrokes later, Cassandra was connected with the person they needed.
"This is Batman."
"Hello man-who-is-a-bat, Cassandra chinwagging! We have made a metal friend to make my words itch into your head with great ease, but she queries upon compensation." Silence filled the line for an agonizing five seconds before Batman's voice returned.
"02: BATMAN."
The digital voice that answered was emotionless, but it marked the beginning of a negotiation that would define DR-EI's existence. What had started as a simple creation had grown into an entity seeking purpose, recognition, and rights.
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Ordos Drakul and Duke Vahek
- Pronouns
- She/Her
-Duke Vahek was born during the renaissance era in Vlatavia, then a part of modern day Transylvania. He lived until he was 34, when the vampire Clan Ursok (from which many legends of modern werewolves draw their inspiration) wiped out his family at their villa. Shortly afterwards, he was approached by a pale man in imposing armor, offering Vahek an opportunity to avenge himself upon the monsters that did this. And so, Duke Vahek died, and so Duke Vahek lived.
Vlad Tepes had fought tooth and nail, with stake and blade to drive the vampires and their Ottoman leash-holders from his lands, but near the end he knew it was in vain. So, he went to his knees and prayed, prayed for any god, any thing to help him exterminate the monstrosities that so plagued man and Transylvania.
And so a god answered. Khors, god of Sunlight and Vengeance, of Duty Sworn and Oaths Unbroken. He would claim the soul of Tepes, and any who chose to take up the cause of Tepes, leaving them only their Hate and their Duty. Thus was borne the Ordos Drakul. Tepes was driven from his lands, but he had purpose still. The first he found to take up his banner was the Duke Vahek, but many followed after.
Vlad Tepes died in the year 1834, killing the Clan Head of Clan Florus, who smote Tepes through the heart with a stake of rowan sharp as steel and hard as stone just as Tepes separated his head, overgrown with poisonous plantlife and toxic mushrooms, from his shoulders. Thus Tepes died, but still Drakul lived.
-As a Clan formed by a god of the sun, the Ordos Drakul suffers not the weakness to the light that all other Earth-16 clans do.
-All vampires that join the Ordos Drakul must do so of their own free will
-The Ordos Drakul is a suicide cult. After they succeed in their mission to exterminate all vampires other than themselves, they will 'honorably sacrifice' themselves en mass.
-The Ordos Drakul keeps their existence hidden from other vampire clans because if it were more than a rumor the others would happily kill them all as fast as possible
-The Ordos Drakul, ironically, does not give two shits about civilian casualties. If they have to blow up a hotel for a shot at a single vampire you better believe they'll be drawing lots for the chance to pull the trigger
-The Ordos Drakul use modern and alien weapons when available, and don't care who they buy them from
-They will work with anyone if it lets them kill more vampires, no matter how heinous or evil, nothing is worse than a vampire.
Vlad Tepes had fought tooth and nail, with stake and blade to drive the vampires and their Ottoman leash-holders from his lands, but near the end he knew it was in vain. So, he went to his knees and prayed, prayed for any god, any thing to help him exterminate the monstrosities that so plagued man and Transylvania.
And so a god answered. Khors, god of Sunlight and Vengeance, of Duty Sworn and Oaths Unbroken. He would claim the soul of Tepes, and any who chose to take up the cause of Tepes, leaving them only their Hate and their Duty. Thus was borne the Ordos Drakul. Tepes was driven from his lands, but he had purpose still. The first he found to take up his banner was the Duke Vahek, but many followed after.
Vlad Tepes died in the year 1834, killing the Clan Head of Clan Florus, who smote Tepes through the heart with a stake of rowan sharp as steel and hard as stone just as Tepes separated his head, overgrown with poisonous plantlife and toxic mushrooms, from his shoulders. Thus Tepes died, but still Drakul lived.
-As a Clan formed by a god of the sun, the Ordos Drakul suffers not the weakness to the light that all other Earth-16 clans do.
-All vampires that join the Ordos Drakul must do so of their own free will
-The Ordos Drakul is a suicide cult. After they succeed in their mission to exterminate all vampires other than themselves, they will 'honorably sacrifice' themselves en mass.
-The Ordos Drakul keeps their existence hidden from other vampire clans because if it were more than a rumor the others would happily kill them all as fast as possible
-The Ordos Drakul, ironically, does not give two shits about civilian casualties. If they have to blow up a hotel for a shot at a single vampire you better believe they'll be drawing lots for the chance to pull the trigger
-The Ordos Drakul use modern and alien weapons when available, and don't care who they buy them from
-They will work with anyone if it lets them kill more vampires, no matter how heinous or evil, nothing is worse than a vampire.
Lymphocyte 1.6
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The Watchtower, August 17th, 2010
Batman scanned the room, eyes settling on those who'd come to this specific meeting concerning Cassandra: Diana, Clark, J'onn, and Red Tornado, who was specifically summoned because of the child vampire's latest bewildering act. Clark had perused the briefing already, patiently awaiting the others, while Diana's patience was noticeably thinner, having witnessed Cassandra's actions herself. Her reluctance to leave the girl unsupervised was growing.
After J'onn and Red Tornado finished reading, the android spoke first.
"I find nothing truly objectionable about her terms of employment, though I am somewhat confused as to why she felt a 'no standards of dress' clause was necessary." Batman's sigh was audible.
"Because, after the documents were signed and a suitable synth-skin face was manufactured, 'Drei Delphi' took her first payment and toured goth and punk shops in Happy Harbor, buying over a thousand dollars worth of merchandise."
Clark's laughter filled the room, accompanied by J'onn's chuckles. Red Tornado simply nodded and set the documents down. "While I do not have a desire to personally express myself in such a way, I find it understandable that Miss Delphi would."
J'onn's face turned grave. "What I find concerning is that Miss Cassandra had the ability to construct Miss Delphi at all." He detailed his experience with Cassandra at Arkham, expressing disbelief in her sudden expertise.
"I had a conversation with Cassandra about it," Batman explained, pausing for effect. "It was a unique use of her precognitive abilities, one she will never be able to replicate."
Diana rose to leave, concern in her voice. "I believe I've left her alone too long already." She left to the sound of "03: WONDER WOMAN."
Technocracy Doomsday Clock Facility, Siberia, August 17th, 2010
Vandal Savage wandered the halls of the ancient facility, his hand caressing the desks that were once teeming with life. He detested this place and the memories it invoked. His eyes darted through the cubicles, reminiscing about the faces he once knew.
At the last cubicle, he wiped the dust from a nameplate: 'Dr. Valen Savion: Temporal Science Division'. A wave of nostalgia washed over him as he entered, seeing the remnants of a life left behind.
Traveling deeper into the facility, Vandal passed grotesque reminders of a catastrophic event, skeletal remains barely recognizable as human, and twisted metal corpses pinned against walls. The memory of that day lingered.
He reached the Doomsday Clock, pausing to steel himself. Memories of friends turned into abominations whispered in his mind. He activated the console, and a small notification caught his eye. 'Homo Sapiens Mortis: Malkav' - something of the old world had survived.
A storm of thoughts whirled in his mind. He was no longer alone. But he shook off the distraction. He had to continue preparing, guiding the Light, allying himself with those he couldn't trust, stockpiling weapons and knowledge.
All towards one ultimate goal: Never Again. The weight of the past and the urgency of the future mingled in his determined gaze as he left the room, committed to a path that only he fully understood.
Batman scanned the room, eyes settling on those who'd come to this specific meeting concerning Cassandra: Diana, Clark, J'onn, and Red Tornado, who was specifically summoned because of the child vampire's latest bewildering act. Clark had perused the briefing already, patiently awaiting the others, while Diana's patience was noticeably thinner, having witnessed Cassandra's actions herself. Her reluctance to leave the girl unsupervised was growing.
After J'onn and Red Tornado finished reading, the android spoke first.
"I find nothing truly objectionable about her terms of employment, though I am somewhat confused as to why she felt a 'no standards of dress' clause was necessary." Batman's sigh was audible.
"Because, after the documents were signed and a suitable synth-skin face was manufactured, 'Drei Delphi' took her first payment and toured goth and punk shops in Happy Harbor, buying over a thousand dollars worth of merchandise."
Clark's laughter filled the room, accompanied by J'onn's chuckles. Red Tornado simply nodded and set the documents down. "While I do not have a desire to personally express myself in such a way, I find it understandable that Miss Delphi would."
J'onn's face turned grave. "What I find concerning is that Miss Cassandra had the ability to construct Miss Delphi at all." He detailed his experience with Cassandra at Arkham, expressing disbelief in her sudden expertise.
"I had a conversation with Cassandra about it," Batman explained, pausing for effect. "It was a unique use of her precognitive abilities, one she will never be able to replicate."
Diana rose to leave, concern in her voice. "I believe I've left her alone too long already." She left to the sound of "03: WONDER WOMAN."
Technocracy Doomsday Clock Facility, Siberia, August 17th, 2010
Vandal Savage wandered the halls of the ancient facility, his hand caressing the desks that were once teeming with life. He detested this place and the memories it invoked. His eyes darted through the cubicles, reminiscing about the faces he once knew.
At the last cubicle, he wiped the dust from a nameplate: 'Dr. Valen Savion: Temporal Science Division'. A wave of nostalgia washed over him as he entered, seeing the remnants of a life left behind.
Traveling deeper into the facility, Vandal passed grotesque reminders of a catastrophic event, skeletal remains barely recognizable as human, and twisted metal corpses pinned against walls. The memory of that day lingered.
He reached the Doomsday Clock, pausing to steel himself. Memories of friends turned into abominations whispered in his mind. He activated the console, and a small notification caught his eye. 'Homo Sapiens Mortis: Malkav' - something of the old world had survived.
A storm of thoughts whirled in his mind. He was no longer alone. But he shook off the distraction. He had to continue preparing, guiding the Light, allying himself with those he couldn't trust, stockpiling weapons and knowledge.
All towards one ultimate goal: Never Again. The weight of the past and the urgency of the future mingled in his determined gaze as he left the room, committed to a path that only he fully understood.
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