"The Druid's Lawn", a small shop for medicine and home made remedies, was close to North Bridge and on the far west edge of the Old City. It was an plain house decorated with flowers, herbs and berries in bowls, pots and baskets. Outisde, right in front of the shop, grew a pretty rose bush underneath the window. Inside the warmth and comfort of natures ressources overwhelm the mind. Like inside of a small garden, plants and flowers gathered around the shelves and tables filled with potion bottles, bundles of dried leaves and incense. Behind a door on the far end of the shop was the stairway up to the apartment. Kitchen, Bathroom and bedroom. Nothing more. This was Blaire's home. Her haven of peace and safety. She sells medicine, potions, homemade remedies and flowers here.
Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 11:00 am
Blaire Mc.Hollow - Lady Blood
"I will help the best I can. No evil will bring down Justice."
Allegiance: Justice League Status: Healthy Thoughts: "What is going on?" Place: Queensland Park
Soon she arrived at her little shop. She paid the cap and rushed through the entrance door, unlocking it with haste. A quick gaze around the inside store revealed that everything seems to be okay. It calmed her slightly, but there was still an unease doubting her mind. Blaire closed the door and locked herself inside. She ran towards the staircase and up into her apartment. Everything was in order. Nothing seemed amiss. The young lady walked over to the bookshelf and took a box from it. Within it was a device that helped her gaining contact to the Watchtower if she needed help. Her heart was racing as she tried to establish a connection. "Come on...", she muttered nervous as the connection struggled to built, "Come on... Please..." The connection failed and it started to worry her again. "No response... But why? Shouldn't at least Oracle watch the communication lines? Something is not right here..."
"I will help the best I can. No evil will bring down Justice."
Allegiance: Justice League Status: Healthy Thoughts: "What is going on?" Place: Queensland Park
There was nothing she could do here. What should she do? Thousands of questions, worries and doubts crossed her mind, feasting the unease that has chained her ever since awakening. "What...what should I do? What can I do?", she shook her head, "I have to reach someone... But who? I never was in the secret lairs of one of them... And I don't know if I can reach the Watchtower on my own..." She became more frightened by the minute, but tried to calm herself. "Be calm, Blaire... Be calm... If...if something would've happened, they would have tried calling... Maybe Superman and the others are outside already, fighting this chaos..." She hoped to convince herself, shoved the communicator back in the shelf and left her house and shop again. With swift steps Blaire ran outside, locked the shop and went on her way searching for answers again.
>>Leaving for Queensland Park<<
Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 4:47 pm
1 Week On 16/01/2014 After The Reign of Fear and the eternity it seemed to last, time once again began to fly by like normal until eventually, a week had passed. The main areas that bore the brunt of the assault: Coast City, Metropolis and Gotham easily begun their repairs and using their experience in cleaning up after super-powered individuals shortened the process to take little time at all.
Now that it was all over, the heroes now united could return to their normal lives. They could go to school. They could work. And eventually they could go back to their duties as superheroes; what's more is that more and more Legacies also began to develop. The world was finally recovering, the Void filling.
But just as the Crystal Grave was now inscribed with the word "WEAK" across its beautiful face, more and more things began to change. The White House shuddered. The President was unsure. How was he meant to deal with the Gods Now Amongst his people again? How was he meant to reign in people so powerful that they could decimate a whole army with a shoddy construct and a misfire?
The time of staying seated in the darkness, watching the world evolve with the times, has ended...
Irok entered the building before the others, looking at the assortment of items in it and smirking at the variety in it. 'Wow, I haven't seen an assortment like this since the gray witches of old during my first two lives.' He thought as he looked at each bowl. 'Guess that goes to show how much their knowledge on the arts is still needed, regardless of what the Papal Church had to say at the time.' He then began walking through the shop, looking at each assortment while his mind went through the previous events.
The horns have been sounded, and I return to battle once again..
Teacup Heiress
LordBloodySoul
((Really sorry for the short post))
Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 9:13 am
After walking for a short while, they've arrived in a quaint little flat with a shopfront. Looking through the window she saw baskets, bottles, and plants.
Zoë sent a message to her parents as they walked here, telling them she's alright and she's looking around town. No need to make her mum and papa any more worried.
The woman welcomed them inside her shop, and to Zoë the place was charming. It was certainly a curious place, she saw shops like this in London but they always gave her the heebie-jeebies. But this place was different, it was welcoming and warm, and really kind of . . . homey. Zoë peered into baskets, checked out bottles with labels and bizarre fluids, she didn't touch anything though, she didn't want to accidentally ruin a produce or anything.
"It's quite a lovely home you have here, Miss . . ."she paused, giving the woman a smile, indicating that all three of them still don't know each others' names.
"Oh, by the way, my name is Zoë,"she said politely to both her companions, still smiling as she contemplated whether to extend her hand for a shake, but unsure who to shake with first.
Blaire took both young ones to her shop, the Druid's Lawn. She unlocked the door and welcomed them. The flower and herbs kept the tranquility and harmony of her little sanctuary. She felt save her and a little less worried, even among strangers. However, what happened back in Queensland still lingered within her mind. She sighed slightly as she closed the door. The young boy and the girl seemed fascinated by her inventory. It was kinda warming to see the curiousity of children bloom. The girl spoke to her and smiled. She introduced herself as Zoë, reminding Blaire that they all don't really know each other yet. "Thanks... Uh...I'm...glad you feel...comfortable..., she stuttered slightly and blushed a little. She was never good with receiving compliments. "Uh... My...my name is Blaire... Blaire Mc.Hollow..., she introduced herself and bowed slightly, placing her hand upon the hairpin that stuck on her coat. "I hope this is...not inconvenient for you... I am sorry if it is..., she worried slightly and wondered, "But now we should be save... From eye and ear... What happened...in the Park..." The images of the destruction hunted her. "And where were the others..., she whispered to herself in thoughts. But nothing seems to come to her mind. She was puzzled over the disorder and this weird feeling of loss.
The time of staying seated in the darkness, watching the world evolve with the times, has ended...
"Well it's good to meet you both, I'm Irok since we're giving names." Irok spoke, his mind roaming through the knowledge he knew of the plants before he heard Blair's comment on the park, making him turn over to them. "Right, sorry about that, just haven't seen an assortment this well since the last witches and wise men before the Papal conversion caused by the bloody King Olaf."
"As for what happened, I'm not so sure either, and I'm the one who protected us from the explosion." Irok spoke as his face changed from it's care free look into one that would befit a general. "the blast was from a backpack that was completely filled in clay, and it's explosion was far larger than the bag itself, and caused more damage than c4 normally does. This gives us a pretty good idea of who did this other than their face."
While he was speaking he held up his hand to see if he could concentrate any form of light or darkness yet, soon seeing a small ball consisting of both form in his hand before it vanished, making him smile. 'Took you long enough to return.' Irok thought as he went through his memory of the attack, thinking through the mans features as he did so in order to give a good illusion of him.
The horns have been sounded, and I return to battle once again..
Teacup Heiress
LordBloodySoul
((I'm really sorry about being silent for so long, I've been away from the computer due to skiing purposes and reunions all the way in Utah, and am still in the state at this time.))
Zoë learned that the woman's name is Blaire and the boy's name is Irok. She smiled at them both.
Blaire spoke up, apologizing for the state of her home. Zoë shook her head in disagreement,"It's not an inconvenience at all, I for one think it's quite homey and earthy,"she said as she spotted some beautiful plants,"And yes, we are safer here than were were at the park."
Curiosity entered Zoë mind when Irok mentioned not seeing the things Blaire has in her shop for a long while, and it wasn't just a few years, he meant a really long time ago, like centuries ago. Here eyes widened to the fact, but she didn't say anything. He continued and mentioned the explosion and explained the contents of the bomb.
"Thank you again, Irok,"she said,"I was at the wrong place at the wrong time."
Zoë looked at Irok as he seem to be using his powers to see his memories."That's pretty nifty,"she said, indicating his powers.
"Anyway, why would anyone put a bomb in a forest? I mean, if they were going to bomb a place, wouldn't it be more productive in a city?"she wondered, and then added quickly, "I'm not saying they should, though."
She nodded at both with a greeting, soft smile. Irok's fascination with her shop was a bit uncomforting for her. Compliments made her nervous and uneasy, but she beared with it. "Uh...thanks...", she stuttered slightly blushing, "Sorry...uhm...I am a bit...well...shy...when it comes to new....people and stuff..." She tried to calm herself and smiled once more. "Well, I am glad you...like my shop... I love plants, flowers and herbs... They...give me comfort... Some of my friends...brought me seeds over time...and I raised them here...and brew tonics and potions for medical services..." When Irok explained what happened at the park, Blaire tried to understand her foe. It was one of the lessons the Justice league members taught her. She was unsure why one would attack the park. In thoughts she placed her hand against her cheek and stared up at the ceiling. "Hm... ...it is rather strange... ...And....I agree with you...on that point, Miss Zoë. If they wanted...victims...why in such an empty place? ... ...or... ...did they waited...for someone...special...?" She couldn't wrap her head around it. Within her mind she tried to make the being help her with this problem, but it stayed silent and distant in the dark of her soul. She sighed and muttered to herself: "Huh...and...he's no help this time, too..." Bothered by the fact that the foe is using explosives, she worried if he had placed more around Metropolis. "What if the enemy...placed more...all across Metropolis? ...Oh, no... This would be awful... All beings lving in the city could get hurt..."
The time of staying seated in the darkness, watching the world evolve with the times, has ended...
"Don't worry, judging from how it looked and the fact that it has more explosive power than what's in c4, we can best guess that it's a rare explosive, so it's hard to come by here." Irok spoke as a chair came out of his shadow, soon he was sitting down while he formed a inner layout of the bag and it's design, along with pulling a piece of the material off of the illusion as the light went through it's structure, Irok spinning two balls of light and darkness in his right hand. "The way the bomb was made was how mercenaries make theirs, not bombers. You can tell from the way the wiring is set up on each blast cap, and how they're angled. This gives us the idea that our culprit is a mercenary for hire, and is probably going on orders. The way it's made also means that it needed to go off without problems, which means it's either a payed job to be precise, a really expensive material, or both. The material is also something I haven't seen in the army before, so it has to be a test item that's not open to the military yet. So he wouldn't buy them in large quantities if he wanted to make a living."
'Now as for if they've placed them before, that's an entirely different matter.' Irok thought as he remembered the range of the blast. 'They may have started on a pattern for all we know, or they could've started with this one. Without proper intel, we can't answer that.'
"Do you have a tv? They probably have something on the bombing over on the news or something." Irok spoke, his mind coming up with thoughts on the events as an illusion of Metropolis formed in front of him, his own all seeing eye going through and scaling the area for any other explosions. He then looked back up as the illusion stopped forming for a moment. "It would also help if you have a computer so we can check for incidents if they say nothing on it."
The horns have been sounded, and I return to battle once again..
((I swear to Tyr, these exams and papers are going to be the death of me...))
Teacup Heiress
LordBloodySoul
Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2014 6:35 am
Zoë listened as Blaire talked and agreed with her notion."Well, if they did plant bombs all over the city, then that would be extremely bad,"she nodded to Blaire,"Though it has already been a few minutes. Maybe they haven't considered a new spot for the bomb?"
"If they did want to wait for someone, then they should know that person's schedule,"she said,"So that possibility is ruled out. Because they recently just planted it there. Unless Irok is the target. Because I'm sure it's not me, I don't even live in this country."
Zoë watched Irok as he did things with his abilities, more curious than anything else. She didn't know anything about bombs, but Irok seemed to know quite a lot about it. She wondered how much he knows about weapons and warfare, he doesn't even act like he's from this century. She doesn't mind, but she was intrigued.
When Irok suggested that they watch the news or check the internet, she nodded at the suggestion."Indeed. The fastest way to get the news,"she said, looking at both Blaire and Irok,"If they did just start a pattern, we clearly disrupted it. You think they'll come back for us?"She was more worried about her parents, who's in the country, she thought about the recent events as she fingered the necklace around her neck.
"Do you have a telly or a laptop?"she asked Blaire with a smile.
She listened carefully to Irok's explaination. She was baffled by the holographic projection of the bag pack that contained the explosive, made from light. Not everything was clear for her. She had not much experiences with these kind of things. "...Huh... But...when they planted it there...for who was it? Or did they just take the place out of convenience?" It worried her still. Whoever was responsible for all this wouldn't wait long for a new oppertunity to cause havoc, so she thought.
When Irok asked about a TV, Blaire was still halfly sunken in her mind. But Zoë asked right afterwards, dragging her out of the thoughts. "Huh? Uh...yeah... ...Upstairs... ...in my appartment room...", she answered and pointed at the door in the far back of the shop, "I have both... ...a TV and a Computer up there...." She walked over to the door and opened it, revealing a stairway up. She followed the stairs and into a small kitchen with a smaller TV on the desk. She went inside, but stopped at the shelf to her left, when a cold, itching feeling rose from her left arm. The skin felt like a worm was crawling underneath it. She grabbed around the wrist and stroke over the arm, trying to shake off the feeling. She knew it was him. "Why now? Something must be happening... The being is... ...not now...stay...calm, Blaire... ...Don't let it scare you..." She tried to calm herself and focused her mind for a moment before releasing a deep sigh.
The time of staying seated in the darkness, watching the world evolve with the times, has ended...
"There wasn't any other people in the area, and I had just teleported into the area at random, so it's safe to assume that it was merely a bombing, probably to catch attention." Irok spoke as he saw a crowd back at the park on the illusion city, a few figures floating over a crowd making him sigh. "And it looks like it's not the only thing that's going to happen over there... Ah well, we have enough problems as is."
He then went back to his structuring of the areas before he saw a building that looked to have fallen from explosives inside with lines all around it, making him smirk. 'Found one.' Irok thought as he continued expanding the area. 'It's close to the area and still blocked off to the public, so that means we made it fairly early in the event, which is good news for us. Now the only question is what the pattern is and if there are any others.'
He then heard Blaire's reply to his question before he looked over and watched her leave, his gaze then moving over to Zoë before resting back on his illusion, his mind going through what would be needed before the illusion reached it's limit, only hitting half of the city. "Gods blast it, this is the reason why I would give anything for my original strength." Irok spoke as he leaned back in the chair, his mind thinking back to the explosive the man used.
The horns have been sounded, and I return to battle once again..
Teacup Heiress
LordBloodySoul
((EXAMS ARE EVIL! really sorry about the silence...))
As the uneasy feeling drifted from her, Blaire stood up and took the small TV. It was a comfortable Travel TV that she normaly leaves here in her kitchen, but sometimes takes it down to the shop when days are not too busy. With it in hand she went back down to her two guests and closed the door behind her. The TV was placed on the counter next to the cash registry. "Here you go...", she said slightly shaken by the intrution of her inner being. She rubbed her arm ones more in hope to calm her mind faster. Her voice was trembling, but she forced herself through the fear.
((sorry for the late reply and for breaking the chain X_X This has to move on and I was possessed by my new shiny Birthday game! Curse you Game industry for giving me such obsessions XD ))
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