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The Bonds That Shape The Universe. (A Persona/DC/Batman Quest)
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Part 4: Life carries on. (Adventure 0: The Beginning)
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Part 4: Life carries on. (Adventure 0: The Beginning)
You took a deep breath as you looked at the clock slowly tick away. Despite your wish, the class was not over, you were stuck in this place for another few minutes. Which was safe enough you suppose.
The lesson today was rather simple, at least there was something interesting, and it was social studies. The History of Gotham. One of the few subjects that weren't boring as all hell. Mostly because the stories being told were entirely cool, action-packed, and filled with memorable heroes and villains. Sure it was skewed heavily to make the Waynes look good, but you were not going to complain too much. They weren't genocidal maniacs like some of the other founding families of Gotham.
Good god, The Elliots… you were surprised that the Elliots calmed down from their fire and brimstone ways and became respected in the Gotham paper business…Sure they still sold lies, but they weren't waving around crucifixes and saying you needed to burn the heretics.
Now they just did that in print these days. At least they were better than the other papers from across the river, where they sold out to corporations and decided it was better to start wars than tell the truth.
And the less said about the weird Arkhams, the Better. Especially given all the crazy rumors and the serial killer that bore their names, that created the actual asylum. That is honestly more entertaining than most TV shows these days. And that was good. Especially because your teacher knew how to get everyone's attention, by going into the gory details.
"Now I know you all want to have a moment to think about where we come from, and that despite how action-packed I made it seem, this city was not built by a few families, but by the people like us, the people who sought a better life. You are part of Gotham's history, in the way." The bell rang, and she smiled. "Alright everyone dismissed." She paused when she saw you. "Mr. Chill, please come to my desk."
"Ohh, someone's in trouble." one of your classmates said as everyone threaded through the classroom, wandering back into the halls, while you remained still.
You took a deep breath and placed your bag over your shoulder, and the silence as the door shut, and it was just your teacher was something that was palpable. So much you could see in the Green eyes, worry, fear, even something more that you could not understand.
But as you stood before her, your teacher shook her head. "Alex. I noticed that you haven't been eating well lately at lunch. Care to explain?"
"Rough time at home." You said the practiced lie was ever clear and ever perfect. Yet now, it just felt hollow. No one was really going to believe it anymore. A thousand calories were not enough to sustain a growing boy, at least according to the School nurse. You were slowly starting to weaken.
"Alex." She reached out and did offer something. It was a small brown bag. "Just keep eating healthy kid." When you took it, you felt the familiar weight of something good. A sandwich of unknown filling, a banana… and a bottle of something.
Out of everyone in the class, everyone knew you were the only one who was homeless. But no one knew if you had parents, or even if you had a stable place. But your homework was done, and most of the time, it was correct.
"Thank you." You whispered, before taking the bag and putting it into your own.
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The Butterfly waited for you, one of red and white, with a small trail that was just above your sight, leading you towards the door.
The Crimson door was always like any other, a red door with a brass handle, and a small window. Looking in, you could only see… a black void of nothingness. You had seen it for years, but never gathered the courage to open the door.
You instead only used it as a guide, a monument before you got home.
What little there was to call it that.
You walked over towards the abandoned warehouse, a relic of when Gotham was an industrial town, which slowly, but surely became a homeless camp for those who lost their jobs. The city did not have the resources to tear down, so many of them became homeless settlements. There was even a clinician who helped out every now and then when he had time to spare. It was its own little neighborhood in the Warehouses of Gotham. The Tent city.
Out of sight and out of mind, so that was why most of the Cops and Gothamites ignored it. Everyone was out of the way.
And good people lived here.
So when you arrived, you only saw Harry, the Doorman, the guy who made sure outsiders or the mob didn't enter without a fight, the first and only warning bell for something going wrong. You smiled. "Hey, Harry."
"Alex, good to see you kid." He held out his hand and there was a high five, as the older man rolled his neck. You struck it hard. "Damn kid, you're getting strong! Going to be joining the watch with that power?"
You shook your head. "School night Harry. Sorry."
"Nah kid, you have to worry about yourself right now, we've got enough to worry about… Did you hear about Joe? The kid made Varsity on the Football team, and scouts from all over are thinking he was a good Defensive end. He's got offers."
You looked to see the Gym of the Warehouse, with makeshift equipment, and the building of a man working out. He was lifting with a few people, his father, and some of the Gym guys, filming with their phones for the scout tapes. "That's great." You said. "That means that some of the guys might be willing to teach me how to fight?"
"Kid we need to make sure you are fed before we think about sending you to learn how to fight." Harry then ruffled your hair, before feeling your bag. "You know I got to search, we don't want any poison here."
You nodded, and opened the bag, before you saw Harry nod, and see the bag. "Food?" He asked.
You nodded. "Miss Carol gave it to me."
He put the bag back. "Better eat it kid… and make sure the others don't see it."
You nodded. "Old Ben trying to get more from the Tithe?"
There was a shrug."You don't need to worry about the Tithe kid, you just make sure the homework is done. Sunset's coming, need to get it done."
He then sat down and you walked over towards your home… if you could even call it that.
It was a cot, a chair, and a desk that was picked up off the street from some trash company that forgot to collect it. The Bed bugs were gone at least, and the blanket was clean.
You smelled your clothes… clean enough for tomorrow, no need to change.
You then grabbed your homework… and began to do it.
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Your Dreams came, and the Butterfly was there.
Your hand was in front of you… and you could see it.
And what do you do?:
[]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
[]Pull Away: "It is okay to be afraid. It is your choice to make. We shall meet again soon."
AN: Enjoy.
You took a deep breath as you looked at the clock slowly tick away. Despite your wish, the class was not over, you were stuck in this place for another few minutes. Which was safe enough you suppose.
The lesson today was rather simple, at least there was something interesting, and it was social studies. The History of Gotham. One of the few subjects that weren't boring as all hell. Mostly because the stories being told were entirely cool, action-packed, and filled with memorable heroes and villains. Sure it was skewed heavily to make the Waynes look good, but you were not going to complain too much. They weren't genocidal maniacs like some of the other founding families of Gotham.
Good god, The Elliots… you were surprised that the Elliots calmed down from their fire and brimstone ways and became respected in the Gotham paper business…Sure they still sold lies, but they weren't waving around crucifixes and saying you needed to burn the heretics.
Now they just did that in print these days. At least they were better than the other papers from across the river, where they sold out to corporations and decided it was better to start wars than tell the truth.
And the less said about the weird Arkhams, the Better. Especially given all the crazy rumors and the serial killer that bore their names, that created the actual asylum. That is honestly more entertaining than most TV shows these days. And that was good. Especially because your teacher knew how to get everyone's attention, by going into the gory details.
"Now I know you all want to have a moment to think about where we come from, and that despite how action-packed I made it seem, this city was not built by a few families, but by the people like us, the people who sought a better life. You are part of Gotham's history, in the way." The bell rang, and she smiled. "Alright everyone dismissed." She paused when she saw you. "Mr. Chill, please come to my desk."
"Ohh, someone's in trouble." one of your classmates said as everyone threaded through the classroom, wandering back into the halls, while you remained still.
You took a deep breath and placed your bag over your shoulder, and the silence as the door shut, and it was just your teacher was something that was palpable. So much you could see in the Green eyes, worry, fear, even something more that you could not understand.
But as you stood before her, your teacher shook her head. "Alex. I noticed that you haven't been eating well lately at lunch. Care to explain?"
"Rough time at home." You said the practiced lie was ever clear and ever perfect. Yet now, it just felt hollow. No one was really going to believe it anymore. A thousand calories were not enough to sustain a growing boy, at least according to the School nurse. You were slowly starting to weaken.
"Alex." She reached out and did offer something. It was a small brown bag. "Just keep eating healthy kid." When you took it, you felt the familiar weight of something good. A sandwich of unknown filling, a banana… and a bottle of something.
Out of everyone in the class, everyone knew you were the only one who was homeless. But no one knew if you had parents, or even if you had a stable place. But your homework was done, and most of the time, it was correct.
"Thank you." You whispered, before taking the bag and putting it into your own.
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The Butterfly waited for you, one of red and white, with a small trail that was just above your sight, leading you towards the door.
The Crimson door was always like any other, a red door with a brass handle, and a small window. Looking in, you could only see… a black void of nothingness. You had seen it for years, but never gathered the courage to open the door.
You instead only used it as a guide, a monument before you got home.
What little there was to call it that.
You walked over towards the abandoned warehouse, a relic of when Gotham was an industrial town, which slowly, but surely became a homeless camp for those who lost their jobs. The city did not have the resources to tear down, so many of them became homeless settlements. There was even a clinician who helped out every now and then when he had time to spare. It was its own little neighborhood in the Warehouses of Gotham. The Tent city.
Out of sight and out of mind, so that was why most of the Cops and Gothamites ignored it. Everyone was out of the way.
And good people lived here.
So when you arrived, you only saw Harry, the Doorman, the guy who made sure outsiders or the mob didn't enter without a fight, the first and only warning bell for something going wrong. You smiled. "Hey, Harry."
"Alex, good to see you kid." He held out his hand and there was a high five, as the older man rolled his neck. You struck it hard. "Damn kid, you're getting strong! Going to be joining the watch with that power?"
You shook your head. "School night Harry. Sorry."
"Nah kid, you have to worry about yourself right now, we've got enough to worry about… Did you hear about Joe? The kid made Varsity on the Football team, and scouts from all over are thinking he was a good Defensive end. He's got offers."
You looked to see the Gym of the Warehouse, with makeshift equipment, and the building of a man working out. He was lifting with a few people, his father, and some of the Gym guys, filming with their phones for the scout tapes. "That's great." You said. "That means that some of the guys might be willing to teach me how to fight?"
"Kid we need to make sure you are fed before we think about sending you to learn how to fight." Harry then ruffled your hair, before feeling your bag. "You know I got to search, we don't want any poison here."
You nodded, and opened the bag, before you saw Harry nod, and see the bag. "Food?" He asked.
You nodded. "Miss Carol gave it to me."
He put the bag back. "Better eat it kid… and make sure the others don't see it."
You nodded. "Old Ben trying to get more from the Tithe?"
There was a shrug."You don't need to worry about the Tithe kid, you just make sure the homework is done. Sunset's coming, need to get it done."
He then sat down and you walked over towards your home… if you could even call it that.
It was a cot, a chair, and a desk that was picked up off the street from some trash company that forgot to collect it. The Bed bugs were gone at least, and the blanket was clean.
You smelled your clothes… clean enough for tomorrow, no need to change.
You then grabbed your homework… and began to do it.
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Your Dreams came, and the Butterfly was there.
Your hand was in front of you… and you could see it.
And what do you do?:
[]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
[]Pull Away: "It is okay to be afraid. It is your choice to make. We shall meet again soon."
AN: Enjoy.
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[X]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
[X]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
[X]Pull Away: "It is okay to be afraid. It is your choice to make. We shall meet again soon."
[X]Pull Away: "It is okay to be afraid. It is your choice to make. We shall meet again soon."
Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
- Location
- London
[X]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
RainyDayMessiah
Someone With Too Much Time On Their Hands
- Location
- Rainy Day Cafe
[X]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
Lookashiny
First and Only
- Location
- Tanith
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
"Elliots"
"Elliots"
Explanation?"Arkhams"
"Did"
Missing a space.
"Sunset's"
"if"?
[X]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
[X]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
Let's hope this doesn't bite us in the ass...
Let's hope this doesn't bite us in the ass...
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
William Randolph Hearst is a hated man in Gotham, mostly for all the Gothomites that died in the Spanish-American war.
And if you need me to explain who that guy is, and his little yellow journalism stuff and how he stoked the flames of war to sell papers...
I'll leave that to someone else.
This is Gotham.
Do something, and something bad happens.
Don't do something, bad things happen regardless.
Whether you are in control... that is the question.
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[X]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
- Location
- Virginia
[X]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
Nenshou Yuuki
I will fail you in every way
- Location
- London
Batman: Eh, still better than Detroit.
- Location
- California,USA
[X]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
GamingandReading
Browses and Replies With Haste
- Pronouns
- He/Him
On one hand, this is a bit too soon and Stranger Danger.
On the other hand, How dare they say I'm afraid. How dare they?! I'm cautious, not afraid. Never afraid, never.
[X]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
I ain't punking out!
[X]Reach out: "This is your choice. It is only your's to make. Thank you for not being afraid."
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Part 5: Destiny and Defiance (Adventure 0 Part 2)
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Part 5: Destiny and Defiance (Adventure 0 Part 2)
You took his hand. And the world became a sea of darkness as if your body was lifted
When you awoke, it was in a sea of Crimson tides and otherworldly energy, it was like looking at the door that you saw, only you were now inside the void that was there. It was nearly impossible to really comprehend what was beyond the darkness, the Red glare in the sky was…
Breathtaking. It was like looking up into the clear night sky, without clouds, without light pollution… without anything that could disrupt a view into the stars. But it was not filled with stars, it felt like it was filled with energy. The energy that the door radiated… that this place, somehow, radiated. It was as if you were in another world.
"Hello." The Voice spoke with a drawl, an accent that you could not comprehend for a moment, but soon you recognized it as an accent from one of the Doctors, that weird British show that Harry liked.
But you could not find a figure. It was… disembodied
Looking forward, you could see a door, and you then realized you were in a hallway. With no way back to anywhere. "I apologize for the disturbance, but you were quite hesitant to enter the door. But I needed your permission before we could possibly continue with this contract."
"Contract?" You asked as you stepped back. "What do you mean?"
"That is not something that I can discuss with you, young child. As much as I wish that I had Igor or the other Velvet Room attendants… My power is far more limited. For now."
"What's the Velvet Room?" You asked as you began to walk forward for a brief moment, looking for the voice.
"Our more Popular venue, where my Master put much of his energy." There was sarcasm in the voice. "That just means I must work harder in helping our guests… and I am allowed to do a little bit more to assist you in the real world."
"The Real world?" You asked.
"I'm getting ahead of myself my boy, but let me make this very clear. You are not insane. You are not losing your mind, or under any circumstances, under the sway of a Dark Entity that will use you for evil." The Voice stated. "All I want to do is help you defy your fate, as my Master wishes to do, but the Velvet Room is currently… busy in another world."
"Another world?" You gawked. "This is insane?!" You said to the voice. "I don't understand."
Then the energy comforted you, making you feel warm and calm as if you were draped in a blanket or a hug.
"You will soon when we arrive." The Voice stated as the door opened. "We shall begin soon. But you have to step through the door."
For a moment, you hesitated, but then you crossed the Threshold.
What did you see:
[]On the Trail, All you can see before you are the wide open plains, of the old west. Beside you is a wagon train, and a young soldier at the reins.
[]A Plane, high in the air. You are sitting in first class with a stewardess walking towards you. The entire plane was darkened, with no lights. The door to the cockpit was open.
[]On the Roof of a Highrise, overlooking the sky, You look down to see that there is no city… and only one way to go. The Door to the inside is open, and a young man is waiting for you, a suit of black and red striking in the red sky.
[]A Pirate Ship at Sea. You were on deck, next to the wheel that controlled the rudder. An officer was walking towards you.
"Welcome to the Crimson Room." The Voice says.
AN: Enjoy.
You took his hand. And the world became a sea of darkness as if your body was lifted
When you awoke, it was in a sea of Crimson tides and otherworldly energy, it was like looking at the door that you saw, only you were now inside the void that was there. It was nearly impossible to really comprehend what was beyond the darkness, the Red glare in the sky was…
Breathtaking. It was like looking up into the clear night sky, without clouds, without light pollution… without anything that could disrupt a view into the stars. But it was not filled with stars, it felt like it was filled with energy. The energy that the door radiated… that this place, somehow, radiated. It was as if you were in another world.
"Hello." The Voice spoke with a drawl, an accent that you could not comprehend for a moment, but soon you recognized it as an accent from one of the Doctors, that weird British show that Harry liked.
But you could not find a figure. It was… disembodied
Looking forward, you could see a door, and you then realized you were in a hallway. With no way back to anywhere. "I apologize for the disturbance, but you were quite hesitant to enter the door. But I needed your permission before we could possibly continue with this contract."
"Contract?" You asked as you stepped back. "What do you mean?"
"That is not something that I can discuss with you, young child. As much as I wish that I had Igor or the other Velvet Room attendants… My power is far more limited. For now."
"What's the Velvet Room?" You asked as you began to walk forward for a brief moment, looking for the voice.
"Our more Popular venue, where my Master put much of his energy." There was sarcasm in the voice. "That just means I must work harder in helping our guests… and I am allowed to do a little bit more to assist you in the real world."
"The Real world?" You asked.
"I'm getting ahead of myself my boy, but let me make this very clear. You are not insane. You are not losing your mind, or under any circumstances, under the sway of a Dark Entity that will use you for evil." The Voice stated. "All I want to do is help you defy your fate, as my Master wishes to do, but the Velvet Room is currently… busy in another world."
"Another world?" You gawked. "This is insane?!" You said to the voice. "I don't understand."
Then the energy comforted you, making you feel warm and calm as if you were draped in a blanket or a hug.
"You will soon when we arrive." The Voice stated as the door opened. "We shall begin soon. But you have to step through the door."
For a moment, you hesitated, but then you crossed the Threshold.
What did you see:
[]On the Trail, All you can see before you are the wide open plains, of the old west. Beside you is a wagon train, and a young soldier at the reins.
[]A Plane, high in the air. You are sitting in first class with a stewardess walking towards you. The entire plane was darkened, with no lights. The door to the cockpit was open.
[]On the Roof of a Highrise, overlooking the sky, You look down to see that there is no city… and only one way to go. The Door to the inside is open, and a young man is waiting for you, a suit of black and red striking in the red sky.
[]A Pirate Ship at Sea. You were on deck, next to the wheel that controlled the rudder. An officer was walking towards you.
"Welcome to the Crimson Room." The Voice says.
AN: Enjoy.
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