JLA Watchtower (Archive)

The rings of Agahmetto bind the Hawkman's body, encasing him in energy.

"Release your hold on the Thanagarian," says Fate, as the energy encases the body. "You are out of place here, spirit of the hawk. Your presence upsets the balance."

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The head rears back, teeth gritting.

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"No, Hawk Avatar... your new name is 'Nabu's bitch.' Enjoy."

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Tefe tilts her head and watches the struggle going on below the surface, it was causing hell with Katar's body.

"You have to come out if you want me Hawk."

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The voice is amplified now, with a godlike inhuman thunder.

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"I won't let you kill him, he's had enough of that I think." She can help Katar, try to heal whatever the Hawk is doing to him.

"And the loud voice isn't really impressive it's ANNOYING."

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Consideration is the furthest thing from its mind now.

It feels the threat. It KNOWS Nabu is real and prepared to do what is necessary. Hol's life is the only bargaining chip he has, and if they will not heed it... he will make them PAY.

Katar's sudden, piercing scream is... a human one.

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For an agonizing moment, Shayera is torn - she can't watch this, but she can't leave Katar.

No - no running away this time. She braces herself and stays by his side.

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She doesn't want him to die, and the stupid hawk seems bound to the idea of killing him, but there was a moment when it tried to leave Katar voluntarily.

So she steps as close to the struggling form as she can and reaches out her hands, trying to touch his face.

"Stop hurting Katar, there are better hosts for you, ones that make his power look like a puddle next to the ocean." Opening herself to the red enough to look attainable but hopefully not enough to let him slam right through.

"Leave the alien, you could have so much more."

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Dr. Fate increases the strength of the bindings, but he also continues to talk to the avatar.

"Spirit of the Hawk. Please do not force to this confrontation further. Explain why you seek to escalate your presence in the material world."

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The Avatar is worried. That much is palpable. Going back to The Red confines him to his prior existence, and this is what they plan to do. He has done enough damage to Hol to get their attention.

He feels the connection the elemental is offering. The fools are so eager to put themselves in jeopardy to help each other.

His inhuman eyes shift toward Fate. Dare he consider taking on the power of Nabu?

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"You are allowed a presence in this realm, spirit of the hawk. An influence. Usurping another's place in the order is not allowed."

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The energy bindings tighten painfully on the Hawk Avatar.

"Perhaps. But I do not fear gods."

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Another howl of angered pain as the head rears back at the tightening.

Fate... cannot be fooled. Nabu knows that the Hawk can be removed without killing Hol, but he cannot be removed without great pain to the hawkling.

The elemental. Jump to the elemental, and the Hawk will remain free...

The spirit starts to make the transference to Tefe, tearing itself free from the soul of Katar Hol.

Once again, the scream of agony is human.

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Katar Hol ... cannot be Fate's primary concern. The concept of the avatar controlling an elemental is even more terrifying.

Fate moves to intercept the spirt, catching it in a conjured spirit jar.

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Tefe is close enough that the Hawk has a foothold in her consciousness... trying to hold on to avoid the pull of the spirit jar... the clawing into her mind is searingly painful...

But Hol has stopped screaming. He's stopped moving. He hangs unconscious in his bonds.

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She screams as it tears at her mind and shoves her arms at it in an unconcious attempt to hold it off.

"I WILL NOT LET YOU IN!" but if it tries to make it's way back to Katar she'll hold onto it despite the pain.

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It's immaterial now, a dark black-brown avian shape, with giant, furious eyes, its clawed arm embedded in Tefe's forehead... but the pull of Fate's spirit jar is strong - which only serves to make him cling tighter to Tefe's consciousness...

The screeching is horrific, inhuman and shattering every glass surface in the apartment.

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It is time for desperate measures. Fate concentrates his willpower on the avatar, trying to force it into the container he's conjured.

"Cease this, foolish hawk! Do you know what that woman is? She is beyond your power!"

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She's beginning to think through the pain and instinctively she reaches her hands into the shadowy form holding to her and clenches her fists.

"Let me go or I'll tear you to pieces."

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There's a savage moment where the shadowhawk flares up, calling upon it's own power to try and force further into the elemental's consciousness, and it has a sense that it can do it. It tries to claw deeper, just... enough... to...

No. Not with the willpower of Fate, and the power of the elemental, commanding the power to rend his form asunder. Her touch unhinges his spiritual fluidity just enough that his grip fails... and with a massive flash of screeching sound, blinding light and hateful energy, the Hawk is funnelled furiously into the spirit jar.

Crying it's savage wail until it can be heard no more.

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Her hands slowly unclench and go to her head.

"Ow ow ow." Then she looks up with a little panic, "Katar, is he ok?" She reaches out to see if she can feel the pulse of his life force.

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"The pulse of life still beats in Katar Hol. He will soon recover."

Fate ponders the spirit jar.

"I cannot keep the avatar imprisoned forever, nor would I. It has overstepped its bounds, but it also has a role to play in the balance."

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The helmet slides off of Katar's head and hits the ground.

He hangs silent. Still.

Comatose.

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"No, even if you could imprison it forever I wouldn't want you to. That's not a solution." She walks over to where Katar is and starts to try to mend injuries while she thinks.

"Maybe I can do something with it. It needs to be reconnected with the Red somehow." She looks thoughtful while she tries to figure out how she could do that.

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If you wish to take that course, Tefe Holland, I will not oppose you. My only other recourse is to have it improsned by the Lords of Order, and I would not wish to see that come to pass."

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"I've been lost too." Her voice is quiet. "If it's rejoined to where it belongs it may become balanced again."

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Shayera says nothing - she doesn't care what they do with the Avatar, as long as it's not here. (Of course, she'd prefer a solution that involved suffering on its part, but that's not up to her.) She's busied herself with untying Katar's restraints. She brushes some hair out of his face. Takes his hand and holds it tightly. She looks as though she's silently trying to will him into consciousness.

Hospital. They should get him to a hospital. Or maybe teleport him right to the Watchtower infirmary - that would be better equipped for a Thanagarian-human half breed, anyway.

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He's entirely limp in her arms. His fingers don't grip back.

He's breathing. His heartbeat is very slow, but it's steadying.

His harness and pants are extremely loose on him, now that he's lost some of the height and mass that the avatar infused him with.

He looks... like he used to look. Before it all began.

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Shayera notes the change with relief, but doesn't pause to observe it for long - he's too quiet, too still. His lack of response isn't doing anything to help beat down the fear growing in her chest.

"Do whatever the hell you want with the damn thing," she tells Tefe and Dr. Fate, fumbling for her communicator, "Just keep it away from Katar, for good."

She switches on the comm unit. "Hawkwoman to Watchtower, requesting immediate transport for two people..."

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"Transporting two, Shayera."

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Dr. Fate takes the spirit jar, reduced to the size of a household knick-knack, and contempaltes it.

"It is yours to see to if you desire, Tefe Holland."

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It says something that she doesn't hold out her hand immediately, but eventually the hand reaches out to take the jar.

"I'll do my best with it. It might take a while, I'm still learning about the Red." The jar is put gingerly in a pocket.

"You haven't happened to have seen my dad...dads recently?"

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Fate looks down into her face with an utterly unreadable expression, and hesitates before speaking.

"I have not seen the elemental who once thought he was Alec Holland for some time now. Since before you and I first met. And as for John Constantine ... I am aware that he has returned to this world, but have not received word from him."

He folds his arms, as if in thought.

"I suspect you will see him before I do. If you do, tell him his neice is well."

He contemplates the spirt jar as he hands it off.

"It is a contentious spirit, the hawk avatar, but it is not evil. It has a place in the scheme of things."

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"Everything has a place, but sometimes they fight it. I'll make sure he gets back to where he belongs somehow." She nods, "I'll tell him when I see him."

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