Salem -- Fate's Watchtower
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Hector Hall sits alone on a throne of stone in his tower, blood pulsing through his temples. The Helm of Nabu whispers dark things at him, but he pushes the skittering voice aside. He will not fall to chaos. Doing so is unthinkable.
So why don't you just cast off the helm? says the voice. He has no answer. The misery has gripped him since he returned from Bete Noir. His magic is wild, now. Sloppy. Things do not happen with the precision to which he's become accustomed.
"My soul is imperiled," he whispers to no one, and as he speaks, he realizes that they are the first words he's spoken in hours ... maybe all day.
Rose Psychic left them to seek assistance. She believes she has an answer for him. And Gemma ... Gemma has surely become concerned, by now. His absences and solitude are nothing new, but there is a shadow fallen over this tower. He doesn't know how to find the light again.
So why don't you just cast off the helm? says the voice. He has no answer. The misery has gripped him since he returned from Bete Noir. His magic is wild, now. Sloppy. Things do not happen with the precision to which he's become accustomed.
"My soul is imperiled," he whispers to no one, and as he speaks, he realizes that they are the first words he's spoken in hours ... maybe all day.
Rose Psychic left them to seek assistance. She believes she has an answer for him. And Gemma ... Gemma has surely become concerned, by now. His absences and solitude are nothing new, but there is a shadow fallen over this tower. He doesn't know how to find the light again.
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Date: 2007-04-01 03:33 am (UTC)This is a lot of trust in Jay Garrick, more likely then he knows.
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Date: 2007-04-02 08:22 pm (UTC)"You'd argue with me while the The Witch Queen threatens the city? You have changed, young Tempest."
There is a face ... a vaguely familiar outline of a face ... someone important. Someone he should know, but can't recall.
"There is only one Atlantis, one true Atlantis at the heart of our powers. You know this in your heart to be true."
The voice now reaches all the JSA and their allies, whispering in their ears.
"Fight here and Atlantis falls. Trust me. My time here is short, and I dare not speak my name."
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Date: 2007-04-02 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-04 05:11 am (UTC)"Explain yourselves - NOW!" His ire is on the adventurers, and if she tells the truth then he has to get back to the city quickly.
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Date: 2007-04-04 04:40 pm (UTC)The aspect of the hawk comes to him again, as he blasts at the Witch Queen in a mad rage.
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Date: 2007-04-04 04:44 pm (UTC)Her hands glow with magic as she moves to forestall the crushing ocean, but she's not as powerful as Fate is. Not by a long shot.
"Tempest, I know you don't know me, but you've met my other half, Richard Occult. I swear to you I will explain when I can, but now we need your help!"
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Date: 2007-04-05 02:18 am (UTC)He may be many things, a mage, a father, a ruler of men, but at his heart he is a Titan - one of Earth's heroes.
"What's going on?"
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Date: 2007-04-05 03:49 pm (UTC)"We need the amulet to balance the forces of chaos encroaching on Fate's magics!" she shouts, more from desperation and exhaustion than anything else. "The Witch Queen seeks to stop us!"
And then another voice, the mysterious force guarding the amulet, whispers in a voice that resonates in all the heroes' heads.
"Tempest must stand between Atlantis in the Witch Queen. The rest of you must come."