Corpses piled atop of one another. Anguished cries. Mutilated bodies.
The Hellscape that Jason was subjected to was an abyss of his own making.
Of his own memories.
It was a dreary backdrop within a private cemetery. Torrential downpour of rain pelted his ebony motor jacket. Graves embroiled with the names of past family members and friends side by side with the bodies of his victims that he slaughtered with his own two hands. Various employers within the Headhunters Guild required him to do so. Did that make him a killer? Not in his eyes. The ones he killed got what they deserved. His loved ones did not deserve to die.
This nightmare fueled him to become an agent of order. To become the cure in a sick, sad Universe.
This was his consciousness, and it was open for one more to join in. 144
Combat Rune On the outside, Puar seemed normal. Sure she posed as an anthropomorphic cat 50% of the time and then a regular house cat 45%... and then some random form the other 5%. But, she was normal to this universe's standards.
On the outside.
Inside of her mind and down her emotional highway was still construction tape wrapped around to show that she was still repairing herself from her past traumas. She did a good job holding it down for her outside appearance, the blessing of being a shapeshifter, am I right?
Well now she found herself at a graveyard or something like that. Rain cascaded down upon her, wetting her fur and immediately force her subconsciousness to shapeshift into a pure human form. It was much easier to dry off later this way.
She took note that this had to be someone else's mental visage. Death haunted her, yes, but this had to come from a mind that felt they themselves has control over death.
Puar did not. She was not a killer nor was she a justicar. Who was this person?
Were they a killer? A justicar?
"Surely, they are not happy about their mind. We would not have rain now would we," she said to herself.
That had reminded her. She needed an umbrella. Puar, under the guise of a glasses wearing woman about 5'4 in height, flicked her wrist outward and conjured up a mental umbrella like it was pure magic.
She rose it up, popping it open, and provided instant protection to her blue haired covered cranium. Her hazel eyes peered through the veil of rain drops as she searched for another.
Step after step she took almost made a particular rhythm. A slow tapping metronome was what it sounded like, and playing with it was the fast patters of rain against leather jacket.
So this person enjoyed leather, did they?
When she finally was in view of him, he could see that she wore a black suit jacket and matching pants, almost like a butler of sorts. Or perhaps she was on business? Her white undershirt had a nice blue tie as a companion. She looked neat and professional.
But strangely, she fit the scene perfectly.
Cemetery. Gravestones. Dead bodies. Rain. Dreariness.
One could mistake her as an undertaker who had lost her hat.
"This is quite a dark scene, mister." Her voice wasnt particularly small and cute as her size. It was polished and spoke out carefully and clear. There was no underlying accent and it was plain.
Despite her size and her smooth face, she was a woman and not a child.
Post by Jason Todd on Aug 11, 2021 23:56:54 GMT -5
Jason drowned in the abyss of his mindscape. Images haunted his organic mind, his cerebrum continued to process the events in a live feed, unable to discern hallucination from reality.
He was alerted of another presence. An ebony gloved hand wrapped around the grip of his custom made pistol. Optical sensors were engaged - a ruby red light inspected the abyssal cemetery like a lighthouse. Jason took a step forward in the darkness, audio receptors picked up the pitter patter of footsteps. Light in nature indicated the possibility of another mortal.
Pistol engaged at the ready, held with the barrel pointed towards the interloper. It was a dubious creature of unknown origins. Blue fur - suspected to be an anthropomorphic animal.
The Universe was full of surprises.
No Data Found.
Anatomy - Human.
The creature spoke, verbalizing its observation of the dreary backdrop.
Gender - Female.
Jason withdrew his pistol and shuffled his stance to a neutral one. His weapon remained gripped by a white hot palm and an itchy trigger finger.
"This is not a sight for your eyes," Jason spat the words from his enhanced voice box. In this realm thought became reality. A dome suddenly encased the pair and at first it was nothing more than a blank slate akin to purgatory. Details wired from Jason's memory painted the tapestry of the realm, filling in the hollow and listless scene with a mechanical workbench and power tools scattered about on a tray table by a reclining chair. This garage was a workshop of sorts that Jason himself was no stranger to.
"Your name, now." He urged the creature. 272 / 416