entrancelogs | + For Glory! For Death! +

+ For Glory! For Death! +

Who: EVERYONE & Unwanted Guests
Where: The Grounds & The Palace
When: August 27th to 29th
Rating: PG-13 to R for fighting, violence, and death
Summary: Attackers from other realms threaten the Asgardian palace and your very lives! This is where you fight or flee, the place for all your combat mingle needs.
The Story:

+ Day 3 : Rock Trolls and Ogres +

Rock Trolls and Ogres are strong, tough and surprisingly fast, with great muscular bulk. Their sight is keen, and they hunger for human flesh. Fortunately they are lacking in tactical skill, and few to none will manage to break through Asgard's protective barrier to enter the palace. ( x ) ( x )

+ Day 4 : Frost Giants +

The Forst Giants will scare off yesterday's attackers almost entirely, bringing a greater threat to the palace. They are faster and stronger still, and skilled in cryokinesis. One touch by their hand might freeze a warrior whole, if they don't stop the spread of cold on time. Several of their numbers will manage to break through Asgard's protective barrier to enter the palace. ( x )

+ Day 5 : Dark Elves +

The Dark Elves are the last and greatest threat to Asgard. They rely on stealth and deadly energy weapons, their strength and craftiness yet unparalleled. They are weak to iron, and any warrior would be lucky to discover this weakness on time. They infiltrate the palace from the caves, and nearly all of their numbers will attack from the inside. ( x )

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[Yes, he was raised by assassins and eco terrorist, but Damian understood missing your parents. Like when father forgot he existed for months or his mother disowned him. Family, right? What he'd learned was how to deal.]

Miss them? It hasn't even been a day yet... [He said with an eye roll that was concealed by his mask. He watched as Jon froze the creatures in their tracks with a single breath.

'So much power, yet... he is still a child, crying out for his mother.' It was wasted potential, and that was what Damian could not stand.]

You're here without your parents telling you what to do. No bedtimes. No school. No...whatever other restrictions adults put upon children in the name of safety. [He said, hoping to open Jon's eyes more to the possibilities, before walking over to the frozen monster pops that were just freshly made for a closer inspection.]

Time to cut the umbilical cord, Super baby.

Edited 2017-08-29 20:43 (UTC)

I'm not a baby! ( he almost gets mad enough to take a swing at damian, before he remembers that this probably isn't the best time to be fighting each other, considering what they're fighting against--even if most of them in their immediate area are completely frozen over.

jon puffs out his cheeks regardless, crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his chin up. ) It's not like they don't make those rules for a reason? I mean. . no bedtime is nice, and I wasn't really excited to start at my new school anyway, but--but that's not the point!

( the point is that even he understands that every rule they made, they made for him, not to work against him. and jon can respect that. he's really not too sure how he feels living without their rules. guess that's what he's got damian for, right? )

What kind of rules did your dad have for you?

Yes, you say that, but I'm still waiting on the proof. [Damian drawled, his back still to Jon as he pressed some buttons on the device.

The teen looked over at Jon realizing in his half-assed listening, the boy was asking him a question.]

Well, no killing is his biggest one. [Damian said thoughtfully as he moved to now stand behind Jon.]

There is also the morning exercises rule, but I don't hold issue with that one. [The device on the Ogre's leg started to hum. Vibrations going through the ice statue, shaking it.]

The taking care of my pets rule is more Pennyworth's rule than his. But I've gotten used to it. [The vibrations grew more intense, louder until it was near screeching. Damian covered his own and shouted.]

He's recently been attempting to impose a 'no more animals in the cave' rule! [The ice and the Ogre cracked, then burst apart. Frozen along with unfrozen monster bits burst forward as Damian ducks behind the invincible form.]

Hn... [There was still a large chunk of the monster left standing, he notes when he peeks out from behind Kent.] Very durable... Maybe louder vibrations?

Edited 2017-08-30 04:38 (UTC)

( no killing is a good rule, he's not sure why damian had to have that be a rule, but. . you know what, he's not going to question damian. it's unwise, and he really doesn't want the answer. he opens his mouth to respond, but then the screeching of whatever it was he put on those trolls gets louder. jon raises his own hands to his ears, pushing his palms against them as hard as he can as his brows furrow. if it's enough to make damian cover his ears, imagine how loud and intrusive that sounds to someone with super hearing.

he keeps his ears covered, eyes squeezed shut until the sound of it finally dissipates. whatever ogre-bits hit him doesn't seem to bother him much at all, at least. )

No, that was loud enough as it was! And why do you have to blow them up?! If you wanted the ogres gone, I coulda just used my heat vision! Or punched them!

[It was a good policy not to question him. It usually just annoyed Damian when people did anyway. He raised a brow though at Jon's outburst, then answered as if his next words should have been the most obvious thing to the younger boy.] I didn't want you to do it. So I didn't order you to.

[Though the knowledge that Kent was fine being a hum--Alie-- hybrid shield, was very good to know. Still, Jon would likely want more of an answer. Why are you so demanding, Kent?] I was running an experiment. The closest here give you what you desire and I built that from some stuff I scavenged from them. I wanted to see if the materials here were reliable. Did you not get a brochure?

[And before Kent could even ask what he was 99% sure the boy was thinking, Damian raised a hand to stop him.] And no, the closets won't give you, your parents. So don't bother asking.

Edited 2017-08-30 06:22 (UTC)

You can't just order me ar--there's a brochure?

( it's a genuine question--at least until he realizes how stupid that sounded. yes, jon knew about the closets. yes, he knew it wasn't going to give him his parents. a magic closet isn't going to just summon people. thanks for that, damian. ) Doesn't that count as murder? That ogre definitely isn't coming back from that. .

( and no murder was a rule, wasn't it. do ogres count as thingsyou shouldn't kill? maybe he should ask kara, she'd have a better idea of what's on the "never" and "situational" list of creatures that count enough as people to not be killed. . he hasn't even tried starting a conversation with one of them yet, maybe he shouldn't have thrown that one and froze the rest. )

['Like hell I can't.' Damian might've given a faint smirk as he thought that. He took out his network device sent Jon the attachment someone sent him via the network. Considering how many people nag him for being so rude, they were all quite forth coming with information.] Yes, there is.

[The boy's next question though... made Damian nearly facepalm. He settles for clenching his fist.]

The rule only applies to humans. At least in my family's case. Your family perhaps has exceptions for aliens, but from what I've seen, if it's alien and trying to kill you, even your family starts breaking out the heat vision. [He points to Jon's eyes then flicks some Ogre chunk off his nose.]

But if it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure they're all just magical summons. I've heard this place does that a lot.

Edited 2017-08-30 07:28 (UTC)

( because damian is rude. but the. . brochure is nice. jon takes his time to read it, despite them still being in ogre-land. what are the ogres gonna do, sneak up on him and attack him? ha. they won't get very far if that's their intention. some of the information, he already received from a few others who responded to the video he'd broadcast, but having it written down and knowing where everything is always nice. )

It doesn't really make me feel better, but. . ( these ogres don't seem like they're very. . uh, what's the word? self-awareness? and one almost killed damian as it is, so. ) Do you want me to finish freezing all the ones in this area? ( he's not quite sure why he's asking damian. it's not as if he needs damian's permission to do anything. damian's not his boss, or his leader, or--whatever!

but he already asked, so he'll wait for his answer. )

[Was Kent always this slow of a reader? Damian frowned, then peeked around Jon's shoulder. Actually, Jon was in the public school system out in hicksville, was he even taught how to read yet? The teen raised a finger to point out a rather large word in the email that he assumed Kent was having trouble with--but the boy finally spoke.

Okay, Damian definitely smirked at that. Yes Kent, continue to tell yourself he isn't your leader. It's fine though, because until you are ready to admit it, he'll gladly be your enabler.]

As I keep trying to tell you. You no longer have to ask permission to be super, Superboy. Do you want to put the monsters in their place? They are here to eat people after all.

[Not that it mattered. The monsters couldn’t make it past the barriers to the civilians. The only reason Damian was out here was for his experiment.

Still, Damian wasn’t going to pass up the chance to see Kent cut loose.]

I don't really want to put them in their place, but I don't want them to hurt people, either. .

( are they really doing any damage out here? they can't get in, they're only hurting people who wander outside the barrier, aren't they? he takes a step back, bends his knees, and jumps up high, taking a look at just how many ogres there are. he's quick to decide the answer is too many to count--and that's enough of an answer for him. he lands with a soft thump, teetering back on his heels as he presses his hands to his hips. )

They're not hurting anyone. Aside from you, but you came out here on purpose. Shouldn't we just go back inside if they're not causing trouble. . ?

[Damian's cape and hair ruffled as Jon jumped up. He just looked down and scroll through some text on his device, not even looking up when Jon landed back in front of him.]

Tt, they would not have hurt me. I told you, I had it. [Damian frowned at him, then folded his arms. The whites of his mask slit as he looked at the boy for a long pause, seeming to consider his words.]

Very well, it's probably your nap time about now anyway. Have you selected a room yet?

Edited 2017-08-31 01:07 (UTC)

Yeah. I just went a few floors up and grabbed one of the first ones I saw--but I don't take naps.

( why do you always gotta be like this, damian. his hands drop from his waist, hands coming together in front of him for a moment before he lets them simply fall to his side. )

Do you want a lift back? ( he wasn't going to offer since damian was being rude, but it's rude to not offer considering how slow damian moves in comparison, isn't it? even if damian is being. damian. )

[He might've jumped a bit at the offer and when Kent raised his hands. The smaller boy swatted at the other boy's hands. Much like Alfred would do when he didn't want to be taken off the bed.

He might've jumped the gun and assumed Kent had planned to grab him right then and there, but something felt different. Kent seemed more familiar with him? Patient?]

Who said I was going back to? When... was the last time you've seen me? Before coming here I mean.

Edited 2017-08-31 10:47 (UTC)

Lex Luthor showed up to take care of Kid Amazo and we left to go back home? You came with me back to the farm, and we were sneaking in the window to my room.

( he's not quite sure why damian is asking, but--also why the heck is damian swatting his hands away, he hasn't done anything? was he expecting him do to something? should he? it wouldn't be that hard, to scruff damian and lift him off of his feet and start something but also this really isn't the place for it.

he can't fight damian and make sure no other ogres come by, he'll get distracted. ) I'm not just gonna leave while you're still here. We're a team, right?

...I don't recall any of that... [Damian said flatly. Though he was looking into a case where Luther was linked. So was this Jon from another world like everyone else or just the future? Had he fallen for their fathers' propaganda and believed they were friends?

"We're a team, right?"

Damian snapped out of his thoughts and grabbed the front of Kent's shirt. There was mild irk that he actually had to pull Kent down to be eye level-- but Damian swallowed that down.]

Who told you that?

( really, what the shit is wrong with damian? he lets damian pull him down, because sure, why not--but jon leans back up quickly enough, dragging damian up with him if he doesn't let go, eyes narrowing. )

Oh, sorry, I must have you confused with another super short Robin. ( his arms cross over his chest, eyes rolling before they focus back down on damian, lips turning up into a small smirk. ) But you're the only one, aren't you? All the other Robins're . . ( he looks up a bit, doing his best to mentally picture just how tall they were, but--it's not like he's met any of them personally, so. )

[Yes you're tall but not THAT tall Kent! Jon standing up just lifted Damian's arms, but even that made the smaller boy scowl because how dare you be stronger AND taller than him!

Damian was about to growl out an explanation for his behavior. That yes, Jon just might have the wrong Robin but paused when Jon seemed to follow-- A smirk crossed the other boy's lips, then-- Oh, no you did not. His eye twitched behind his mask and Damian started to yell up at him.]

THEY ARE GROWN MEN AND MEANT TO BE TALL, YOU ABOMINATION!

[Your alien DNA is just hacking the natural order! THAT IS THE ONLY ACCEPTABLE REASON FOR WHY YOU ARE SO TALL AT ONLY 10! He gripped Jon's shoulders and planted a foot in his stomach to kick him.]

((ooc: I really gotta get unlazy and make more icons.))

Edited 2017-09-01 02:18 (UTC)

( that's just rude, damian. the knee pressing into his gut has him reflexively bending over, one arm moving to press to his stomach--before he realizes that it doesn't hurt at all. he feels it, sure, but it's not pain he feels.

thank you, invulnerability. jon leans into damian, bends his neck back before moving it forward in a quick motion to shove his forehead against damian's own--gently by his standards, because the last thing he wants to do is crack damian's skull open with his skull. )

Have you ever considered being less of a jerk?!

[Damian grunted, stumbling back a step when Kent bumped their foreheads. It hurt a bit but not bad and Damian refused to show that. He smacked Jon over the side of the boy's head, which likely hurt his own hand more than Kent, but it was still satisfying!]

Tt! Why? Am I hurting your feelings? Wanna go cry to mommy? Oh, wait she isn't HERE!

[Damian mock gasped.]

( that's just rude, man. it. even gets jon to stop for a moment, lower lip quivering as he remembers just how alone he is. kara's here, there's another superboy, but the only one who actually knows who he is and knows that he really does exist?

this stupid jerk. he raises a fist, rethinks slamming his knuckles into damian at full power and instead reaches out with his fingers extended, pushes hard against his chest with all of his strength to get him to back off. )

You are so mean!!

( a big breath in, because he isn't finished yet. )

What did I ever do to you, huh?! I came out here to help you and--and this is what I get! You know what, fine! Stay out here all by yourself! I'm sooo sorry if my calling us a team offended you! If my asking if you wanted help was rude! I was just trying to help! I won't make that mistake again!

[Damian felt the wind get pushed out of him as Kent slammed him hard. It was clear the other boy was done holding back. He gritted his teeth when he hit the ground a few feet away from the super and skidded to a stop.

He looked up and saw the boy was coming towards him. 'Good.' He gave a chuckle, but it was breathless. When Kent took a breath, Damian might've had a flash of panic, thinking back to the Ogres just moments ago and how Kent just froze them with a single breath.

'No, if you want to go Kent, we are making this a fair fight!'

Hastily he reached into his belt, pulling out a glowing green Batarang and sharply threw it at the advancing Alien.]

Shut up and catch!

[Damian jumped back on his feet and sprung to tackle Jon to the ground while he was distracted.]

Edited 2017-09-01 13:31 (UTC)

( you know what the stupidest reaction is to being told to "shut up and catch"? to stop, shut up, and reach a hand up to catch what's being thrown at him. he realizes exactly half a second too late just how stupid that was--when his fingers come close to coming in contact with the batarang, and the searing pain spreads through his fingertips, down his hand, arm, shoulders, spreading like a wildfire through him and jon's not quite sure why this is happening. his powers must be fluctuating again, weakening, but them weakening has never ended with this.

jon doesn't really have the time to be concerned with the whys and hows though--not when damian's tackling him down shortly after it starts. he gives a startled sound in the back of his throat, easily topples over onto the ground and squirms under him, the hand not directly touching the batarang raising a bit to try and push it out from the slightly curled fingers of his hand.

his body feels exhausted, pains coming with every beat of his heart and-- ) --the hell, Damian?!

[Damian now easily shoved the alien down.]

Shut up!

[He growled, a firm hand pushed down on Jon's chest, his other moving to take the Batarang out of Jon's hand and fisted his own hand around it. Raising the clenched fist around the Batarang, intent to punch Jon right across his smug looking face-- Only, it wasn't looking so smug right now...]

You’re just--!

[a--a--! Damian felt him brain stutter. From this close he could see the slight puff still around Jon's eyes from crying earlier and even possibly new forming of tears in the corners. Not to mention the way he could feel Jon's heart pounding like a scared bird trapped in a cage from where Damian’s hand held firmly down on his chest. His clench fist hung in the air, hesitant to strike down. He could make Kent bleed. Make him truly hurt. So why wouldn't his fist move?!

Then it hit him. Just how helpless Jon was without his powers. Hell, even with them, Jon was still a scared kid that just wanted his parents. This was no fair fight. In that instant he could think of exactly 30 ways to kill Kent with just this Batarang. The mind set of an assassin. Strip Damian’s toys away and he could still kill someone, but strip Jon of his powers and you would just be abusing...]

...a child...

[An alien child sure, but still a child. A cold feeling formed in his stomach. He let out a frustrated snarl, pulling back and putting the kryptonite back in his belt.

He starred down at Jon silently, raised his hand again...then gently flicked his nose.]

Stand up. This isn’t the place to start a fight.

Edited (Omg phone, wrrry?!) 2017-09-01 20:04 (UTC)

( he can't get out. that's the first thing that jon stops and realizes. damian's got him pinned down, there's no way for him to get out from under him. for a moment he considers trying to use his heat vision, super breath, anything, anything to get him off--but his body just won't move. it's as if all the energy stored in him just faded away in the blink of an eye--as if he'd run a marathon while carrying several bales of hay back before his abilities started to develop. but worse, because it hurt just as much as it exhausts him.

damian's hand poises against him, and even with the batarang this far away from him, jon's condition isn't recovering at all. he takes a few shallow breaths through his nose, digs his fingers into the dirt beside him in some last ditch effort to drag himself away from that.

he's weak. weaker than he's ever been before--and for someone like jon, raised up on a farm, constantly lifting and moving heavy things, pushing animals around to get them to where they needed to be--he wasn't superhuman, but he was always a little stronger than the average kid. for someone like him, the realization that he can't even push off this tiny thirteen year old is absolutely terrifying.

even when damian talks down to him, calls him nothing but a child, jon can't do anything against him. he can't lift his arm, can't punch him square in the jaw like he should be doing. it takes a few more moments after the kyptonite has been put away for him to start feeling like normal again.

his nose scrunches up when damian flicks it, brows furrowing as he shifts to press a palm down against the dirt once he's had enough time to sit down and just. breathe. pulls himself back together. )

Why do you--even have that? What's wrong with you?! ( he's trying to sound pissed, angry, but there's a shaky cadence to his voice, and his tone's still--quiet. jon balances his weight against that palm, tries to push himself up, but he's not being very successful at it. ) Just. . go away, Damian!

Precaution...[And out of sheer reflex, Damian wanted to mutter: "Names." as a reminder, but stopped himself and stood silently even as Kent started to ris-- Well tried to rise. There was a moment when Damian raised a hand but hesitated. He knew offering a hand now would likely just get it slapped away at this time and Jon's attempt at yelling just confirmed that.

Still...

"We're a team, right?"]

Tt...

[He scowled but grabbed Jon's arm, drawing it over his shoulder and pulled the boy to his feet.]

...I wasn’t offended.

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