[ She nods. ] While as much as 10% of the population is made up of superpowered individuals, only a small fraction of those powers are useful in this line of work. There's also the fact that not everyone who can be a hero wants to be, or has the temperament for it. My world needs superheroes, and I can help in a way a lot of people can't.
[ She closes her eyes for a moment, and gives him a smile when she opens them again. ]
It's just the right thing to do.
[ The thing about being a minor celebrity in her world is that Nightfall has been trained to make eye-contact unless given a good reason not to. So without the knowledge of what could happen, she continued such contact with The Outsider without a second thought.
She had no idea that an image of the past would play out to him. No idea that he would witness herself and Wishmaster, the older, stronger, more capable of the two psychics in her team, someone who was her brother in soul if not in blood. That he would see the two of them holding hands so hard circulation was leaving them, the two heroes children focusing all their efforts on what was before them.
A woman, humanoid but not human, and strangely beautiful while appearing in garb and accessories (blood, a great deal of blood. None of it her own) deeply cruel. She lay unconscious on a gurney before them. It was their effort that was keeping her asleep. The contact between the children was just as much happening to allow Wishmaster to amplify her power as it was to keep them both grounded despite the terror that clearly fought to overpower them, and everyone else in the room.
And the everyone else. They were in uniforms and scrubs. Some were armed to the teeth while others communicated over headsets to important people. The people in scrubs were psychics. Each and every one of them holding on to a young man in his 20s who looked like he was trying to hold back tears. There wasn't a single one among them who didn't look like they felt comfortable breathing.
Every so often the woman on the table would twitch or flinch, but never wake.
The children were keeping the woman from waking up and adding every person in the room to her 'regalia' as the psychics tore her mind apart, and every damn one of them felt the progress.
Eventually the woman stopped breathing, going completely limp and unmoving.
No one cheered, though many people burst out in tears of relief.
The children didn't stop holding each others hands. ]
CW: death, minors technically helping commit a murder
[ She closes her eyes for a moment, and gives him a smile when she opens them again. ]
It's just the right thing to do.
[ The thing about being a minor celebrity in her world is that Nightfall has been trained to make eye-contact unless given a good reason not to. So without the knowledge of what could happen, she continued such contact with The Outsider without a second thought.
She had no idea that an image of the past would play out to him. No idea that he would witness herself and Wishmaster, the older, stronger, more capable of the two psychics in her team, someone who was her brother in soul if not in blood. That he would see the two of them holding hands so hard circulation was leaving them, the two
heroeschildren focusing all their efforts on what was before them.A woman, humanoid but not human, and strangely beautiful while appearing in garb and accessories (blood, a great deal of blood. None of it her own) deeply cruel. She lay unconscious on a gurney before them. It was their effort that was keeping her asleep. The contact between the children was just as much happening to allow Wishmaster to amplify her power as it was to keep them both grounded despite the terror that clearly fought to overpower them, and everyone else in the room.
And the everyone else. They were in uniforms and scrubs. Some were armed to the teeth while others communicated over headsets to important people. The people in scrubs were psychics. Each and every one of them holding on to a young man in his 20s who looked like he was trying to hold back tears. There wasn't a single one among them who didn't look like they felt comfortable breathing.
Every so often the woman on the table would twitch or flinch, but never wake.
The children were keeping the woman from waking up and adding every person in the room to her 'regalia' as the psychics tore her mind apart, and every damn one of them felt the progress.
Eventually the woman stopped breathing, going completely limp and unmoving.
No one cheered, though many people burst out in tears of relief.
The children didn't stop holding each others hands. ]