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Thread: Life in the Justice League

Thomas chuckled, Let me remind you of three of the most famous stories of the goddesses you want to trick. Thomas took a breath, Artemis was bathing one day, and a hunter happened upon her, she turned the hunter into an elk with poison flesh and watched as the hunter was ripped apart by his own hounds who then died from eating the poisoned flesh. He held up a second finger, Aphrodite married her husband who truly loved her, she had him cat out and give him impossible assignments so she could screw every being she met including her own family. Thomas held up a third finger And Athena one of her high priestesses was raped by Poseidon in the middle of her Alter Aphrodite then proceeded to turn the raped and bleeding woman into a Gorgon, the first Gorgon Medusa, because she was angry at the woman for being raped by a god and for getting raped in her temples floor, while she begged for her goddess to help her. Thomas sighed, The greek goddesses were like the bitches from Jersey Shore, only worse, trying to trick them will just get them pissed off and considering your vulnerable to magic yeah, bad idea because we're trying to outsmart the goddess of knowledge and the goddess of cleverness, plus Aphrodite will make you too horny to think straight looking at her. John nodded to the girl, Your making the same mistake that most do, you assume the League doesn't kill because we aren't wiling to accept the burden the truth is the opposite. He let out a simple breath, Say we killed Dark Seid we could the League together could do it, we wiped out all of Apocalypse say we did it, the universe would be better right? He added, But then what about the Luthors here, he' a bad man right, he deserves to die, then the Joker, then Captain cold then the muggers and rapists I mean they are scum right, then the crooked cops, after all they are betraying peoples trust, then the cops that didn't follow the procedure to the T, then the military after all they kill lots of people then the president he can't make decisions quick enough and that causes people to die, and soon we have become Dark Seid. John looked at her, Power is corrupting, we limit ourselves and what we do, because otherwise whose to say we wont' run a perfect world, built on the blood and corpses of those who opposed us, after all broken slaves are happy right?
Thread: Life in the Justice League

I'm not talking about actively seeking out criminals and punishing them we got a system for that, flawed as it may be. Right now I'm talking about taking out an invading force who have the intention of killing us all by killing them before we're dead. Last time I checked according to American law that's legal. Self defense against a deadly threat by killing it is legal, they are the worst threat for Earth we've come across, worse than Darkseid. So why shouldn't we at least consider the fact that we may have no other alternative to save ourselves then by killing them. Forest Shadow said. Unless you have a better idea... Man screwed up would be the understatement of the century for those three. Of course we could simply ask another god about this, one that has a grudge against one or all of them? Supergirl suggested. She wasn't going to give up that easily. She'd take the risk with those three bitches if she had to. A fate like this was just too cruel.
Thread: Life in the Justice League

Of course, if you want something they ask for your soul.Supergirl said. This stunk, it really did. All she could do now was being supportive. Afterall if she and hopefully the other two interested were supportive regardless of his form maybe it would help a little bit. She watched in horror. Surprised by the sudden change, she hadn't picked up on it. She didn't know what she could do or what it was. It was when he'd started bleeding that she really got worried. But he seemed OK afterwards. But with a weapon like he described she decided to better be safe then sorry and used her x-ray vision. Well there's a hold in the hull held by a forcefield now, a dent in one of the other walls and Tommy has several hairline fractures in his sternum. She replied to J'onn. When it's just your life or the ones of other league members at stake you can make that decision ad I'm all for it, die for your morals, but right now the entire human race is counting on us and we do not have the right to make them die for our morals even if it means doing things that are against them and deal with the consequences later. Self defense is self defense and we still got an army working and killing people down on Earth. Forest shadow said and now made the mirrors appear. The spores she had used before for cloaking herself and so on had floated down to Earth and now showed horrific events taking place there, people being executed, dragged out of their homes, buildings being all but vaporised and piles of dead bodies. Tell me how much more of a threat do they have to become before you might consider killing these things because these people certainly don't want to die.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

A hooded figure stumbled as a large, calloused hand shoved her roughly upon the shoulder, muttering curses in foreign language beneath his breath while the woman remained stoically silent. Stretching out her hands, the woman rebalanced herself but not before she had revealed the shackles about her wrists, runic markings glowing against the metal. Two soldiers flanked the slender figure who continued trudging across what had once been a battlefield, and which now was littered by bodies and the wounded, winding their way toward a rather substantial camp marked by torches flickering in the fading light. A long, heavy cloak swamped the female, concealing much of the clothing beneath and the overly large hood fell so far forward that the only feature visible was the slight glow of two pale green eyes. She was not the sole captive, though she was at the front and separated from the remaining prisoners. Magic, though common in many of the lands out with this one, was mistrusted when wielded by her people. Who knew what she was capable of. As they entered the camp the soldiers parted to allow the sorceress and her guards through, while the remaining prisoners were escorted elsewhere. Whispers carried about her while jeers and insults were sent in her direction as they wound their way between the tents only to come to a pause before a particularly large one. Sir, we have the witch. Shall go into more detail regarding appearance in next post but feel free to use pic as reference if you de-hood her.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

RE The Witch's Tear cevl and Avandris The battle had gone well, at least in the opinion of their leader. The battle had been fairly even in the beginning, but when he came past it soon balanced over. His troops had known the others had a witch, or maybe even several, and had prepared accordingly, but they hadn't known he was a battlemage, one who was skilled in both the arts of combat and magic. When he entered the battlefield the tides had soon changed, as the wards the mages got up at the last moment didn't help much. They had won the battle with only minor losses, and when he heard the sorceress of the enemy had been taken captive, he had said they had to bring her to him. As he heard the noises coming from outside he knew the captives had been brought into camp, and listening to the yelling, the sorceress was on her way, being brought to him. He stood up and tidied his clothes. They were robes that could fit a king, in more ways then one, as they really stuck out. No, he wasn't fat, he just wore armour under them. His blond hair was tidy, as he had cleaned himself up after the battle, probably smelling the best around the camp. His eyes stood out, one being red, the other blue. There were a lot of men who feared him, but the soldiers here knew that he was just a man like all others, fairly kind even, though you wouldn't want to get him mad at you. Come in. He said, and waited for the men to bring her in. Once they did he smiled, even though she was a captive she still held herself with the pride of a royal woman. As she stood before him he walked to her, and stood infront of her. Take that hood off her, I want to see what she looks like. He said. His voice revealed power, in all ways. He was one born to lead, to dominate.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

Mirelle's fingers curled against her palms as two heavy hands fell upon her shoulders, gripping the thick fabric that swamped her body in order to make sure she remained compliant. She was then pushed inside, past the half open tent flaps and into about the middle of the spacious living space. There was little she was able to see beneath the large hood, but for a portion of the floor until her captor's feet came into view before he instructed something. Her grasp of their enemy's language was crude but sufficient to provide at least a little understanding. He wished to look upon his captive's face. One of the soldiers reached up for the hood cautiously, perhaps overly wary of the young woman concealed beneath it. Though for now her chains held her magic at bay, she had despatched a number of soldiers before her subsequent capture. Being taken alive by the enemy was a shameful thing, better to die on the battle field than become a captive. With a swift tug, the dark fabric was drawn back and off the sorceress's head to reveal a young face beneath. Amaranthine hair tumbled free, spilling about her shoulders as twin light green eyes swept upward to stare the man in front of her full in the face. The soldier to her right seemed to take this as some insult upon the leader and struck roughly at the back of Mirelle's leg, felling the woman to her knees with a gasp.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

RE The Witch's Tear cevl and Avandris The man smiled when he saw the girls face. He wondered if it was the one she was born with, as one could make their real face hidden, or, as he had done sometimes, commit permanent surgery on his face. He had changed some minor things, had even once decided to change his eyes to be the same colour, but decided against the last thing, as it wouldn't be him anymore without his eyes. It wasn't like he wasn't looking good before hand, but now he was just straight out handsome, better looking then most. He rolled his eyes at the cautiousness the man used to unhood the witch. She couldn't do anything like that, and if she could have, she would have done it much earlier. When he finally looked the girl in the eyes his eyes got caught in hers for a second. They both had to say something, his own eyes said something like I'm stronger then you and you know it, and you're mine now, while hers screamed Fuck you! Or something among those lines. Then, the eyes disappeared from his view as the girl got knocked down. As she was down on her knees infront of him, where it would be hard to stand up with her hands bound like this, he smiled. Men, go outside and make sure noone else comes in here, Me and the captive will have a little chat. Stand up He told the woman, who would probably be able to understand, or would do it on her own. After she did he lay a hand on her chin and spoke some words in an ancient language, one she would know, as this was the one where the spells were spoken in, if they needed verbal adding. It would link the two, so they would both hear the others words in their mother language. There, now we can at least understand the other. He said. What is your name, witch?
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

Turning her head just slightly, the shackled witch glanced back at the two soldiers as they took their leave, uttering several snarled words beneath her breath. The runes upon her shackles suddenly glowed all the brighter, and Mirelle grimaced beneath the discomfort of her magic rebounding back onto her. Both soldiers did leave the tent rather rapidly, however, leaving the two of them alone. Order or not, the young woman struggled to her feet and stepped back, wishing to distance herself from the man before her. As a hand extended to catch hold of her chin, Mirelle's eyes narrowed dangerously and she attempted to jerk herself free of his grasp though not before the incantation took affect. Don't touch me. She growled instinctively, taking another step back as her wrists strained against the shackles that surrounded them. Had the situation not been so dire perhaps she would have threatened him, informed him that only his death awaited him. But she knew that was almost certainly not true, all that stood between the enemy and the destruction of her homeland were the tall walls of Highdell and the soldiers within. As for her name, Mirelle had no intention of giving it. Instead her lips pressed firmly together and pale green eyes stared up at the battlemage before her defiantly.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

RE The Witch's Tear cevl and Avandris The man smiled as, though the magic was restricted, the show that she was up for using it on them made the man nearly run away. He then looked back at the woman, for now listening to her wish of not being touch, though that wouldn't last long if it continued like this. He crossed his arms to listen to what she had to say, but when nothing came for a minute of the two of them just holding a battle of who could glare at the other the longest, he suddenly lashed out with his hand, luckily for her not in gauntlets any longer. It hit the side of her face, making it snap to the side, and a bright red mark appeared, which later could quite possibly become a bruise. I asked you something. He said, his voice less gentle, more cold and threatening. If I ask you something, I expect, and will get, an answer. You can either choose to give it to me willingly, I can torture it out of you, or I will use my magic to rip your mind to shreds to search for the answers there. That isn't a pleasant experience, at least so I've heard. It's been ages since someone survived such a treatment.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

The girl's head snapped to one side, the blow sharp enough to bring tears to her eyes though she swiftly blinked them back as she drew in a steadying breath. Small hands remained balled into tight fists as she straightened and turned her gaze back to the man in front of her, her pale cheek marked by a red hand print. I do not fear you, but I shall tell you my name so that you know who will kill you if you lay a hand on me again. Despite her dire situation, the young sorceress seemed surprisingly bold as her shorter stature was easily shadowed by that of her captor. She pulled against her shackles once again, testing their strength for what had to be the tenth time in such a short period. If only her hands were free, if only she could use magic. Then she would show him, she would burn this whole camp to the ground! Mirelle.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

RE The Witch's Tear cevl and Avandris The man raised his eyebrows at her statement. Even if she ever managed to free herself from her bindings, he doubted she would be capable of killing him. It wasn't only his considerable magical and physical strength that disproved that, but also because most of his armor had runes that would nullify most magical attack made against him. The only thing he would have to do was walk towards her while his armour absorbed the spells she threw at him, then chop her head off with a blade. Very well, Mirelle. If you ever get the chance to show me you're capable of doing something like that, I'd be happy to have known who I should haunt from the afterlife. He said, before he placed a hand on her back and pushed her forward to another room further back, where a map lay in the middle of the table. Sit down. He ordered her, and if she didn't do it herself, would force her down. Now, tell me, does your country have any other tricks up it's sleeve to stop us? Or would it be willing to surrender?
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

If there was any humour in what he had said, Mirelle certainly didn't find it amusing. Her jaw clenched uncomfortably, jerking away his hand fell to rest upon her back but there was little chance of escape and all she would succeed in doing is granting herself another slap. Hands still balled into tight fists, she allowed herself to be guided further into the tent, glancing only briefly at the open tent flaps. She slumped down onto the stool as hand pushed down upon her shoulder, eyes washing over the map laid out in front of her. Her land, her home. Lifting her hands, Mirelle awkwardly traced her fingertips over familiar landmarks before her his question drew a snarl from her lips. She snatched back her hands and glared up at him, No one has broken the walls of Highdell, and you shant either. Nor am I going to help you!
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

RE The Witch's Tear cevl and Avandris The man wouldn't slap her if she tried to escape, no, he would do way worse to her. He looked down at her when she looked at the map. He knew the landmarks, on most of them there was a tiny flag which held his legions banner, white with a black dragon's head on it. Some of them the people of her country had tried to hold, others were just strategically valuable points, others were just captured to take away the moral of the enemies' troops. He looked at her at what she said, before smiling slightly. He leaned down over her until his face was just inches from hers and said I've done many things most people thought that couldn't be done, and I won't need to break the walls to win. He moved his hands to the girls chin. I can just get one of your soldiers, as, believe me, not all of them are loyal given the choice between helping us or death, to come running towards the cities walls in terror, especially if it's someone a lot of people know, and let him beg to get in. He, or she,'ll tell them some false information, and then, at night, will open the gates for us. While he was talking his hands had slid down her chin and circled over her neck. If we would get one particular mage to do that, and believe me, you will submit to me, He said, suddenly becoming less vague It would only help more.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

Mirelle straightened, muscles tensing as he leant toward her, pale eyes staring back into his own as he began to speak. Her jaw clenched as his fingers closed upon her chin again, speaking his plan of deceit and betrayal. No soldier would ever betray his country... The words sounded strangled, uncertain. Every man had his breaking point, was it so hard to believe that one would break. Yet surely, surely they would not betray their own people. She shuffled back as his fingers curled about her neck, swallowing uncomfortably. Rage boiled within the girl's stomach and without thinking she uttered a swift succession of incantations, only to double over in pain as once again her own magic rebounded against her. Never...never as long as I breathe.. She growled, gasping in discomfort.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

RE The Witch's Tear cevl and Avandris The man smiled when the woman doubled over. He placed his elbow on her back, and leaned his head on his hand, as he said But you aren't a soldier, are you? You are a sorceress. I doubt that your own people trust you completely. Magic is feared most often, and I don't think you have quite the personality to make them trust you. the elbow in her spine would be quite uncomfortable for her, he knew. I wonder, He said, playing on a completely different part of her body now, suddenly shifting from putting his elbow on her spine, to letting his hands massage her shoulders. If any of them ever let you get close, get intimate. His voice was not as cold as it had been before, now being warm, promising. He had doubts that this would work, but if it would, why wouldn't he try it.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

She grimaced as the elbow dug into her back, struggling to try and right herself as he applied pressure and continued on. My King...knows my allegiance. Mirelle continued to squirmed, attempting to dislodge the pressure against her back to little avail. Then, suddenly hands shifted to rest on her shoulders, working at the taunt muscles. His words, like poisonous snakes, worked their way into her mind. Contrary to what he might think, she had been well liked amongst those that knew her well. She had friends, family, colleagues...all back home. Mirelle twisted sharply trying to pull herself free of his hands and stumble to her feet. I told you not to touch me...
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

RE The Witch's Tear cevl and Avandris Oh? does he? And how much would it take for him to start to doubt it? Even I have had that trouble once or twice. He said. His words might not do it themselves, but like the poisonous snakes she compared them to, they would spout a poison in her mind that would weaken her, bit by bit. When she talked again he smiled, moving his hands infront of her, to her breasts, as he said You won't command me to do anything. There's nothing you can do to stop me. If you want something from me, you beg for it. He kept his hands where they were, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her shirt, as he then said, thinking out loud, to give her some hope Maybe I'll even give you the chance to earn your freedom one of these days, if you do what you're told.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

Her wrists may have been bound, but she still had the movement of her arms and she swiftly put them to use trying to fend the man off. Suddenly the young woman pushed herself up to her feet, using her slight weight to barge into the man that held her captive. Whether or not that worked, Mirelle wrenches herself away from the table displaying the map and in her haste knocks down the stool she was once sitting on. Now with some distance between herself and him, holding out both shackled arms, palms extended toward him as she backs up further, casting about for a weapon. Something, anything, to fend him off. In her hurry, the cloak had slipped free of her shoulders and crumpled onto the floor.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

RE The Witch's Tear cevl and Avandris The man stumbled back when she barged into him, mostly out of surprise. He had to give, she was pretty stubborn, and wouldn't learn when she had lost. Not that that was good. When they stood opposite of each other, clear who the one that would win it if it came to a fight was, as she was a mage whose magical powers had been restricted, and she was in the camp of the enemy. Come on, Mirelle. He said, If you stop this fighting now, I won't hurt you. There's nothing you can do to stop me, whether you like it or not. Even if you could, it would be smarter to act like you give in.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

I won't give in to you, I shall never surrender. With my last breath I'll fight you! She hissed, still gradually backing away from him as she continued to search her surroundings for anything she could use as a weapon. Even as she was doing this she knew that there was no escape. Even if she escaped this tent, there was an entire tent of soldiers to stop her. Nevertheless, she wouldn't give up, she wouldn't surrender. That was a cowards way out and if she was anything, she was not a coward.
Thread: The Witch's Tear [cevl and Magi_Monk]

RE The Witch's Tear cevl and Avandris The man walked closer to her calmly as he said, I give you one chance to surrender, from then on the chance for that is completely gone, and you will rue not having given in. You get ten seconds. He started to count down from ten, with small movements of his fingers levitating away everything she might be able to use as a weapon. She wouldn't be able to grab a weapon, or she'd have to lunge at one, which left her side completely open. He wasn't stupid, he knew what to do in these kinds of situations, to be fair, he had even been on the receiving end of them once or twice.