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baedalites ([personal profile] baedalites) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-03-31 08:21 pm

birds singing in the sycamore tree

As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.

After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.
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[personal profile] bodilesswarrior 2012-04-16 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure it was objective." Coldly, mercilessly objective, if it was one of Bruce's. If it was one of hers...she doesn't know. She's still having a hard time comprehending her future actions, or lack of them.

With a soft, sad smile, "Me too."
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[personal profile] controlledvariable 2012-04-23 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
The way Steph's mouth twists into a painful, rueful smile should confirm that. It read like Jason was just another supervillain of the week, not someone who Bruce had once called son.

She sighs and lets herself float a little more horizontal, looking up at the stars, "This got depressing."

Steph is nothing if not blunt.