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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( technically speaking, he only knows one of them, and they don't know him. it's a little--sad, having kara here but her not remembering he exists. but he's getting over it. though he also supposes that damian does have a point. . jon's always been pretty healthy, but he had none of his abilities before a year ago. scraped knees, bloody noses, getting kicked by the farm animals--he remembers what all of that feels like pretty vividly.

it still doesn't compare to kryptonite though. but damian was raised different; who knows the kinda stuff he was put through. ) I'll think about it.

( in the meantime, he slips the pouch into his jeans' back pocket. what's damian gonna do, take it from him? )

[Not to Damian. He was convinced you all gathered together at the end of each week like an alien club.

Possibly to form plans for the general destruction of whatever planet you're on and the genocide of all its residents... or exchange pie recipes. Regardless! For a species that is supposed to be practically extinct, 3 in one place was far too many for Damian.

His eyes followed where Jon put the pouch, then moved back to Jon's face, his mask concealing the movement. He could probably snatch it without Jon noticing... but not right now. The boy was too self-aware at the moment, but it was still good to keep tabs on it in case the closets failed to produce.

In fact, maybe it was wise to lay some ground work for a contingency.]

...Look, it comes down to this. You can't trust me with it and I can't trust you without it. So I'll strike you a deal Super Boy.

[He paused to see if he was grabbing Kent's interest.]

Edited 2017-09-02 16:15 (UTC)

( he's not too sure why he needs to bother making a deal with damian, really; jon already has it, damian's not going to be able to take it from him without having it, is he? jon's abilities may still come and go, but he's fairly certain his super speed's still fine; if damian reaches for it, he can just beat him to it.

and it's stupid, that damian doesn't trust him. what is jon going to do--use his superpowers for evil and take over wonderland? he doesn't want to hurt anyone, and while self control is still something he's learning, he is learning it. he presses his lips together, considers how he'd feel if he was in damian's shoes: human, facing a half alien with enough strength to rip him in two if said alien really wanted to. )

What kind of deal? ( still stupid, but fine, whatever. he doesn't have to go for damian's deal anyway, if he doesn't want to. )

[Okay, he is still listening. He really wasn't the best at negotiating. That fell more under Grayson on Drake's skill sets. Still, he tried to remember how he'd seen Grayson handle people.

He pressed his hands in front of him and took a breath, before schooling his face to come off as less threatening. It probably looked as painful as it felt right now.]

The issue is trust. So I propose a trust building. You don't go running to the other Kryptonian with the Kryptonite and I'll... [Shoot... what can he offer? What would he even have the Kent could want? He already had everything. The strength. The family that loved him. The overall likable personality. Taller!

...Stupid Kent. Was letting him have Kryptonite as a defense really that bad--Stop, this is getting off track.]

I don't know... [He dropped the look in his mild frustration.] What would you like from me? [Kent came to his aid so there must be something?]

Edited 2017-09-02 18:48 (UTC)

( it is, in fact, that bad. he's never really had the issue of dealing with it before, and the fact that he has it shoved into the back pocket of his jeans makes him want to cringe; if the pouch opens, it's going to suck for him, and he really doesn't like that something that's as unpleasant as it is exists this close to him.

but he doesn't need to go to kara with it, does he? yes, she's the only adult adult he knows and thinks he can trust, even if she doesn't quite remember him. jon isn't quite sure why damian is so worried about them finding out he brought it here, but. )

We're a team. And you have to stop being so mean. ( which was part of his condition for giving it back to damian, but that's irrelevant. damian can stop being mean and still be a jerk, and jon really doubts he's going to unlearn being a jerk any time soon. )

[Oh grow up Kent. The world is way crueler than he could ever be. He could've easily killed you just moments ago. Had it been anyone else with kryptonite and a super at their mercy they likely would have.

He resisted the urge to cringe when Kent called them a team again and settled for just looking away.]

Tt... and what constitutes as "mean" to you? Because you seem to have a low tolerance for certain touches of sarcasm.

Edited 2017-09-03 00:45 (UTC)

( damian has a valid point. jon raises a hand to tap at his chin thoughtfully, humming low under his breath. )

You're fine as you usually are. There's no point in it if you have to change who you are, is there? Just don't be a jerk about it.

( not all of us were raised by a league of assassins and treated like an adult since we were old enough to walk and talk. jon understands that damian's parents' were a lot different than his, and damian is. . used to a different standard of mannerisms than he is. )

[Honestly he was surprised by Jon telling him he was fine as he is. Since he came to Gotham it felt like all his family was trying to do was reprogram him. Change him to fit in. Even Grayson for all his kindnesses and mentorship would sometimes feel like he was trying to nudge him towards the ideals of a normal child.

But Damian wasn't normal and to believe he ever would be was a naive dream. So when Kent said this, it actually made Damian lower his arms and slowly turn his gaze back towards Jon. His expression though still looked guarded.]

I need an example. 'Don't be a jerk" is frustratingly vague.

Edited 2017-09-03 01:16 (UTC)

Don't say stuff you know is going to make me mad just because you want to make me mad. That's being a jerk.

( that's pretty self-explanatory, isn't it. he isn't quite sure how else to explain being a jerk--so hopefully, that's. enough. but they've been standing out here in ogre land for far long enough, so he turns to continue walking back towards the castle. it's a little stupid, walking at a normal person's pace when he could just speed his way back, but damian obviously did not want damian to carry him back, and he's not going to speed off without him.

even if damian did just almost kill him. ) You hungry? I could go for hot pockets about now.

[Damian just softly grunted. He really couldn't promise to not say things for the sake of making Kent angry.]

We'll see. [He said as he continued walking then frowned a bit.]

What's a "Hot Pocket"? I have explosives in my belt, but I don't recommend eating them.

[Though Kent was half alien. Maybe this was some sort of strange craving.]

Edited 2017-09-03 01:39 (UTC)

--you've never had a hot pocket before?

( see, he knew damian grew up in some strange and foreign world, but one without hot pockets? jon tilts his head back to look towards him, brows raised in.

shock, definitely shock. )

They're uh. . bread stuff on the outside and stuff on the inside, but the bready stuff covers the outside so the stuff inside doesn't fall out. There's pizza flavored ones, and meatball flavored ones, and barbecue. .

[Damian raised a brow at the description. It was starting to sound like pizza but in a bun rather than a slice? He did like pizza... but then Kent started to list other flavors. Well now Damian is completely lost.]

It sounds... [He looked thoughtful. Grayson did always recommend thinking before speaking and he was trying to get Kent to lower his guard.] ...like something that would serve better being seen than explained.

[It was the nicest way he could think of to say besides 'Your description sucks and is inefficient Kent!' See? He was trying.] The dining hall has a fest going on currently.

Edited 2017-09-03 02:08 (UTC)

A fest? What kind of fest?

( if it's anything related to these ogres and the castle theme, he doubts it's going to have hot pockets. which would be a real shame, really. hot pockets are the best.

but that kind of response from damian is new. even if it's not entirely obvious how hard he's trying, jon does realize that. under normal circumstances, damian probably would have worded that entirely different. )

Medieval themed I believe, but the tables and silverware take request for special dietary needs. I don't know if your hot pockets count as a dietary necessity though.

[Damian wasn't aware of many vegetarian options in medieval cuisine either. He shrugged.]

You can try or we can just go to the kitchen.

Edited 2017-09-03 02:54 (UTC)

The kitchen's probably our best bet.

( since he's 100% sure hot pockets didn't exist that far back. there weren't good freezers back then or anything, so. jon reaches a hand back, offers it to damian. )

You sure you don't want a ride? We'll get there a lot faster.

[I mean...you just took his new toy from him, Jon. Damian didn't even look at the hand and was about to tell Kent he'd rather starve, but the ground beneath his feet started to rumble when some nearby trolls noticed them. 'Of course you'd choose now.' Damian thought sourly as the troll charged and he contemplated letting it trample him...
....
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....... The ground shook more intensely as the creatures drew near.
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..........Fine, dying was more of a pain in the ass than humiliation. With a grumpy click of his tongue he planted his hand in Jon's as his silent permission.]

Edited 2017-09-03 03:53 (UTC)

( yo listen: kryptonite isn't a toy, man. but this is fine. damian puts his hand in jon's own, and jon smiles big and wide, fingers tightening around damian's for just a moment before he's turning completely around, back to damian and knees bent as he pulls damian forward by his hand, wrapping his arm around jon's neck while his other arm moves to wrap around damian, keeping him secured tight against him because

super speed isn't a joke, and the last thing he wants to do is drop someone while he's going as fast as he can. ) You might want to close your eyes. Velocity, and stuff. ( which is all the warning he gives damian before he's taking off as fast as he can back towards the castle, stopping only once he reaches the kitchen.

in approximately two seconds, as opposed to the several moments they would have taken if they'd just walked. )

[When Kent's face breaks into a huge and ridiculous looking smile, Damian seriously rethinks the death by trampling option-- but the boy was already picking him up. Damian lets out a soft sound of annoyance when Kent pulled him in but held tight to his neck as they speed off.

He felt his stomach give a little lurch when they came to an abrupt stop in the kitchen. He jumped down and noted the kitchen looked different once again since the last time he'd been here but it was still expensive with lots of counters, some seats, cupboards and a few freezers lining the back wall.]

So where are these "Hot pockets" normally stored?

Edited 2017-09-03 11:56 (UTC)

( freezers are really the only thing jon cares about right now--so the rest of it goes pretty unnoticed. he lets go of damian as soon as they do reach the kitchen, and once he's off, walks over towards the freezers to start going through their contents until he finds the cardboard box he's looking for. )

Freezers. I found them! ( the hand holding the box raises to wave it towards damian for a moment, before he's dropping it down to rip it open and make his way to the microwave. ) These're pepperoni pizza flavored. Is that okay? I can keep looking if you don't like pizza, but it'd be really weird if you didn't. ( jon doesn't wait for his answer to start digging into the box to pull out one of them anyway, teeth digging into the plastic to rip it open so he can microwave it. )

[Damian looked at the box. A frozen junk food really didn't surprise him. No wonder Kent was so heavy. It had nothing to do with Kent being a ginormous alien child. Damian had the strength to move an unconscious Batman in full gear to the Batmobile.

Okay, yes he mostly dragging Batman and the Batman in question was Dick Grayson at the time who is significantly lighter than his father, but it was still an impressive feat!

Oh, Jon is talking...again... and a lot.]

I'm fine with pizza. I don't like pepperoni.

[He said flatly and watched the boy rip into the plastic with his teeth making him look quite a bit like Titus when he had his favorite chew toy.]

Edited 2017-09-04 00:27 (UTC)

Oh, okay. Hold on a sec.

( he puts the one he had been opening with his mouth down on a counter, turns back around and--superspeeds his way through the freezers until he finds what he's looking for: deliciously flavored three-cheese pizza hot pockets.

no pepperoni, so it should be fine, right? unless damian hates cheese. in which case, him saying he's okay with pizza must have been a total lie because you seriously cannot eat pizza without cheese. jon runs his way back to the counter with it, rips the second one open with his teeth and puts the hot pocket into the sleeve it came wrapped with, before putting it into the microwave. )

This one'll be good then. --haha, I forgot about how hungry running makes me! ( so he's gonna grab a second one of the pepperoni box and start ripping that one open, too, putting it and the first one into the sleeves before putting them both into different microwaves.

running three microwaves at once is fine, isn't it. )

Wai--! [Damian let out another aggravated sigh when Kent also ripped into his food package with his teeth.]

Why are you opening those with your mouth? You have super strength. Not that you need it for these.

[Damian picked one up off the counter and opened it as an example. Still, he supposed it wasn’t as bad as when Mizoguchi rubbed her nose on his hand. Who even does that?! He also didn’t know much about domestic kitchen appliances let alone ones in a magical world, so the 3 microwaves running at once didn’t raise any concerns for him.

He remained silent through the “cooking” process. At least his didn’t have any meat in it. That should make for a better cook, right? He glanced at Kent who didn't seem concerned about the process. So he looked back at the microwaves and tilted his head.]

Edited 2017-09-04 16:18 (UTC)

Sorry, habit I guess.

( sometimes it's easier to rip things open with your teeth than it is to actually open them like a proper person, okay. and he hasn't had super strength for that long! he's still getting used to it. and used to not using it. and used to using it. it's complicated. damian's finishes first, and jon's pretty quick to make his way over to the microwave, pulling it out and sliding the hot pocket out of the sleeve enough to fold it down on the bottom to keep it from burning damian or spilling or.

anything tragic. )

Here's yours. Careful, it's hot.

[Damian just looked down at the plate Jon nudged in front of him. It didn't really smell like pizza. Still, he took out a Batarang and cut the pastry in half, releasing some of the steam. Cheese looked melted... no signs of tampering or mutations from Alien bacteria due to Kent possibly drooling on the wrapper.

He picked it up, not heeding Jon's warning and bit-- Only to immediately drop it back on the plate but stubbornly holding the piece in his mouth through the pain. After forcing himself to swallow through the burn in his esophagus, he turned to Jon.]

...It's hot. [He muttered sulkily then stuck out his tongue to cool it. Yes, fine Jon he believes you now.]

Edited 2017-09-05 12:08 (UTC)

( benefit number four hundred and fifty two to being half alien: temperature? doesn’t bother jon much at all. while damian suffers with his burnt tongue, jon takes a fairly large bite out of his own hot pocket, taking his time to chew it down while damian works to cool off his tongue. )

I told you, didn’t I? You should’ve listened. ( does jon really look like the sort of kid who would like about something so small? damian’s pain doesn’t benefit him any. he takes another bite of his hot pocket, nearly swallowing it whole before going for another. freezing ogres is clearly exhausting; it’s a good thing he did heat up two, because it’s not long at all before jon’s trashing the empty sleeve for this hot pocket and reaching to take the second that he’d heated up out of the microwave. )

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