JLA Watchtower (Archive)

"Sentient room," Hal replies from the other end. "Huh. There's a supercomputer, but that's about it. Let me home in on your signal and I'll be right there."

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Back in the med bay, Dr Zukov may or may not notice that pockets of iridescent mist float around near the ceiling nearly invisible, almost but not quite corresponding to pockets of soul energy.

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“Certainly. Uh, thank you,” he replies before releasing the button and waiting for the man on the other end of the com to arrive. Caleb may not be sure what this is, but he knows it's not a computer.

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Hal phases through the floor, coming up to meet him. "Mr. Zukov, right? Green Lantern." He offers his hand to shake.

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Caleb takes his hand, and offers a polite smile. “Hello. It’s, uh … it’s doctor, actually, but that’s really important.” He turns, and gestures to the room beyond them, which has peaked Caleb’s curiosity. Rooms with souls isn’t something that even people in this line of work frequently encounter.

“Please pardon how forward I’m being, but this …. this isn’t a supercomputer. There’s something incorporeal here. I don’t mean to pry, I’m just, well, I’m rather curious, is all. I wasn't aware the JLA had any incorporeal entities on it’s roster.”

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Hal frowns. "Sorry about that, Doctor." He looks around the room. "There really shouldn't be anything incorporeal around here." He holds out his hand, and his ring glints and glows, shooting a beam of light out as if scanning the room. "What is it you're seeing, Doctor?" he asks while the ring works.

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“I’m not really seeing anything so much as feeling.” He stops for a moment, noticing for the first time that this Green Lantern doesn’t feel like the one he met at the JSA. Filing that tidbit away in the back of his mind, he returns to the mater at hand.

“Its rather like the air has a soul, if that makes any sense. One which is keeping itself inside the room. Are, uh … are you telling me that this isn’t supposed to be here?” he asks, remembering Thanksgiving last year at the brownstone.

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"No, but the ring's not picking up any malevolent thoughts from it." He rubs the back of his neck. "Are you saying there's a ghost here, Doctor?"

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He stares at the room for a second, running his fingers through his hair as he thinks.

“Well, uh … The list of possibilities really be narrowed down to ghost quite yet. It could a ghost, a naturally incorporeal entity, a transparent gaseous entity, or any of a thousand other things.” Caleb pauses again, this time trying to think of any other possibilities. When he can’t, he loses himself in the feeling of the soul, hoping it yields it’s secrets.

“I-I’m not certain, but I think … I think it … she … died here. Recently.”

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He frowns. Only one person's died here recently... "Hang on. Ring's picking up... organic material. Minute traces. Low energy... the particles are lighter than air." His eyes narrow. "Organic, but no genetic material left. How...?" He reaches out with an energy beam and traps a small amount of mist floating in the air.

"Care for a closer look, Doctor?"

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Well, now, that’s an interesting sight.

“Uh, yes. Yes, I believe I would - thank you.” Caleb approaches it, continuing to feel out the essence before him, thinking aloud the whole time.

“Organic, but without DNA. That usually indicates a an entity shaped by magic …. Well, there is an odd arcane feeling accompanying it, but I can’t quite get a hold of that one. Hmmmm….”

That’s when it hits him. This soul is shattered, but if you put it back together, the magic should re-vitalise it. In other words, whatever died here doesn’t have to remain dead.

Carefully Caleb begins pulling the fragmented pieces of soul from around the room, and begins to re-assemble them. It takes the better part of a minute, but he moves the pieces of the intangible jigsaw puzzle around, eventually finding the proper configuration.

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While he works, Hal remains silent, watching quietly.

There's something he's up to, and Hal is keeping his fingers crossed that it's good news.

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As the last piece of the "puzzle" is put back into place, the whole snaps into focus. Greta, not as she died, but in the costume she once wore with Young Justice. The gaseous form holds its shape for a moment and then jerks as Greta comes to, and the inhaling gasp changes subtly as she starts to solidify and falls to the floor. By the time she lands she's solid, and seems not to notice her lack of clothing as she scoots several feet backward.

"Boston? Stranger?!" Greta's head whips back and forth several times before she notices Green Lantern and Dr Zukov standing there. "What happened? Where's Boston?"

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"Brand?" Hal steps forward to offer her a steadying hand. "Greta, are you alright?"

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He stares dumbly. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but he did know it wasn’t that. When Lantern rushes forward he snaps back into it, and begins to remove his BDU coat.

Once it’s off, he gives it to the girl. He doesn’t say a word, though. These two obviously knew each other. Probably best to give them a moment.

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"Keep the coat," Hal tells him, giving Greta a green jumpsuit.

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Greta looks down noticing that she's naked even as the suit appears around her, and looks up at Hal.

"Thank you. And yeah. Boston was in front of this stair case, and he said that there was some kind of mix-up. Then a guy in a hat showed up, and said that I still had stuff to do, and-"

Greta stops and looks down at her hands for a moment, pushing outward. The fingers start to fade before her eyes, and a smile lights up her face.

"-And he said that I still had my powers," she mumbles in a shocked voice, pulling her hands back to solidity.

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"Come on, Greta... let's get you to your friends." He offers her a supporting arm even while his ring sends out a message over Titans coms.

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Greta accepts the hand gratefully, starting to realize what just happened.

I *was* dead. It wasn't just a dream or something.

"My friends are here?" she asks in confusion. "The last thing I remember was being on the Watchtower. I mean, the last thing I remember before I- I mean, before I was-"

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The Stranger walks amongst them, stepping from the shadows.

"You overestimated Darkseid's power, Greta. You are as you were."

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