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Ghosts of the Past [OPEN]
To a few onboard Stacy, some would recognize the surroundings in one of the Sensoriums.
It was Gotham City. But, not just any Gotham, it was the Gotham before the earthquake, before No Man's Land, before its rebirth. To some, it would be a bit of a nostalgia, especially after what they've learned some time earlier.
Of course, the painful screams and breaking of bones certainly something that would either creep people out or add on to it.
The source of that? One Jean-Paul Valley, the second man to take up the Mantle of the Bat, tearing through everything coming towards him. Small time crooks to those such as Mr. Freeze, Killer Croc, the Scarecrow and more - all fell to his blades. The System, the psychological brainwashing the accessed his skills, kept pushing him on, driving him more and more, not letting him stop...
...until he heard it.
"JEAN-PAUL VALLEY..." a voice called out. As the last crook dropped, Jean-Paul turned his head and looked up. Underneath his helmet, his eyes widened. Above him was a man, garbed in nothing but Crusade-era armor, a sword and shield in his hands.
"...Saint Dumas... you're okay! You're safe!" Jean-Paul said, his voice wavering.
"DO NOT PATRONIZE ME, JEAN-PAUL." Saint Dumas said. "YOU HAVE FAILED IN YOUR MISSION. THOSE YOU WERE CHARGED TO PROTECT ARE NOW GONE. THOSE ON BOARD THIS VESSEL HOLD FAITH IN THE OTHER AND YOU, WORSE OF ALL, HAVE FORSAKEN ME FOR ANOTHER..."
"Forsaken... I haven't forsaken you! I swear!" Jean-Paul said.
"YOU HAVE FORSAKEN ME FOR ANOTHER HERE. YOU DISAPPOINT ME, JEAN-PAUL. YOU WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO HERE AND FOREVER MORE..." Saint Dumas said, disappearing. Jean-Paul dropped to his knees.
"No... no I haven't forsaken you. I... I can still complete my mission, I can still protect those I am charged to protect..." Jean-Paul muttered. He lifted his head up and thrust is arms into the air "DAMN YOU, SAINT DUMAS! DAMN YOU AND YOUR WORDS! I WILL COMPLETE MY MISSION OR DIE TRYING!"
If anyone saw Jean-Paul during all this, they probably would have seen him arguing with thin air.
It was Gotham City. But, not just any Gotham, it was the Gotham before the earthquake, before No Man's Land, before its rebirth. To some, it would be a bit of a nostalgia, especially after what they've learned some time earlier.
Of course, the painful screams and breaking of bones certainly something that would either creep people out or add on to it.
The source of that? One Jean-Paul Valley, the second man to take up the Mantle of the Bat, tearing through everything coming towards him. Small time crooks to those such as Mr. Freeze, Killer Croc, the Scarecrow and more - all fell to his blades. The System, the psychological brainwashing the accessed his skills, kept pushing him on, driving him more and more, not letting him stop...
...until he heard it.
"JEAN-PAUL VALLEY..." a voice called out. As the last crook dropped, Jean-Paul turned his head and looked up. Underneath his helmet, his eyes widened. Above him was a man, garbed in nothing but Crusade-era armor, a sword and shield in his hands.
"...Saint Dumas... you're okay! You're safe!" Jean-Paul said, his voice wavering.
"DO NOT PATRONIZE ME, JEAN-PAUL." Saint Dumas said. "YOU HAVE FAILED IN YOUR MISSION. THOSE YOU WERE CHARGED TO PROTECT ARE NOW GONE. THOSE ON BOARD THIS VESSEL HOLD FAITH IN THE OTHER AND YOU, WORSE OF ALL, HAVE FORSAKEN ME FOR ANOTHER..."
"Forsaken... I haven't forsaken you! I swear!" Jean-Paul said.
"YOU HAVE FORSAKEN ME FOR ANOTHER HERE. YOU DISAPPOINT ME, JEAN-PAUL. YOU WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO HERE AND FOREVER MORE..." Saint Dumas said, disappearing. Jean-Paul dropped to his knees.
"No... no I haven't forsaken you. I... I can still complete my mission, I can still protect those I am charged to protect..." Jean-Paul muttered. He lifted his head up and thrust is arms into the air "DAMN YOU, SAINT DUMAS! DAMN YOU AND YOUR WORDS! I WILL COMPLETE MY MISSION OR DIE TRYING!"
If anyone saw Jean-Paul during all this, they probably would have seen him arguing with thin air.
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