Post by Jason Blood on Jul 31, 2021 15:03:57 GMT -5
Participating Characters: Jason Blood & Zatanna Zatara
Forum Location: Gotham City
Time of Day: Early Evening
Weather: Mostly Clear
Thread Location: Jason's Apartment in Gotham City
Premise: Jason is frustrated by his lack of progress in the pursuit of Morgaine but Zatanna may have found an offer of help from beyond the grave.
The sound Jason emitted would have been more likely to be associated with his demon counterpart than his own generally subdued and stoic mannerism, as was the sharp almost violent way that he slammed the unsuspecting paperback onto his desk. “Children’s stories.” He muttered angrily and it was only his deep respect for the printed word that prevented him from hurling the book against the wall. Elbows planted firmly on his desk, Jason slid his fingers into his hair in frustration, pressing his forehead against his palms. He closed his eyes and forced himself to take a deep breath in and slowly let it out again.
He was getting nowhere. Even after all these centuries he was still in the exact place he was when first condemned by this cruel unyielding curse. What knowledge could there be in existence that he hadn’t already explored? Myths and legends of locations and objects that could be powerful enough to allow him to finally put an end to Morgaine and the plague she continued to unleash upon him and his existence. That she continued to unleash upon the world. How he ever could have felt anything for her but this loathing and all consuming fury was long lost to him now. Now all he dreamed of was the day this world was finally free of her selfish and malevolent ambition.
But it was a dream that seemed to daily become more of a waking nightmare. How long did he seek her end and how long did she elude him? She was always and WOULD always be one step ahead. So long as she had that amulet that detected his presence he would never be able to get to her without her being alerted. It was more than enough to make one surrender to their fate and lose all hope that a wrong could ever be righted. That a foolish mistake could ever truly be atoned for and forgiven.
Jason slid his hands further through his hair cupping the back of his head for a moment before dropping his hands and rising to his feet, the base of his chair scraping noisily against the floor at the sudden action. The sound was jarring but the unpleasant noise served in a backwards way of reminding him that he was awake and alive. He walked to the window of his apartment and looked down at the people hurrying from one place to another. Day by day he felt more and more distanced from them, the life of an average human nothing but a blink to his own. There had to be something that could be done, something he hadn’t thought of or tried, but Jason was weary down to his very bones. A weariness no mortal could possibly comprehend and, as with so many things in his life, no end in sight.
Tag: Zatanna Zatara
[OOC: You are welcome to have Jason answer the door in your reply if you would like.]
Forum Location: Gotham City
Time of Day: Early Evening
Weather: Mostly Clear
Thread Location: Jason's Apartment in Gotham City
Premise: Jason is frustrated by his lack of progress in the pursuit of Morgaine but Zatanna may have found an offer of help from beyond the grave.
The sound Jason emitted would have been more likely to be associated with his demon counterpart than his own generally subdued and stoic mannerism, as was the sharp almost violent way that he slammed the unsuspecting paperback onto his desk. “Children’s stories.” He muttered angrily and it was only his deep respect for the printed word that prevented him from hurling the book against the wall. Elbows planted firmly on his desk, Jason slid his fingers into his hair in frustration, pressing his forehead against his palms. He closed his eyes and forced himself to take a deep breath in and slowly let it out again.
He was getting nowhere. Even after all these centuries he was still in the exact place he was when first condemned by this cruel unyielding curse. What knowledge could there be in existence that he hadn’t already explored? Myths and legends of locations and objects that could be powerful enough to allow him to finally put an end to Morgaine and the plague she continued to unleash upon him and his existence. That she continued to unleash upon the world. How he ever could have felt anything for her but this loathing and all consuming fury was long lost to him now. Now all he dreamed of was the day this world was finally free of her selfish and malevolent ambition.
But it was a dream that seemed to daily become more of a waking nightmare. How long did he seek her end and how long did she elude him? She was always and WOULD always be one step ahead. So long as she had that amulet that detected his presence he would never be able to get to her without her being alerted. It was more than enough to make one surrender to their fate and lose all hope that a wrong could ever be righted. That a foolish mistake could ever truly be atoned for and forgiven.
Jason slid his hands further through his hair cupping the back of his head for a moment before dropping his hands and rising to his feet, the base of his chair scraping noisily against the floor at the sudden action. The sound was jarring but the unpleasant noise served in a backwards way of reminding him that he was awake and alive. He walked to the window of his apartment and looked down at the people hurrying from one place to another. Day by day he felt more and more distanced from them, the life of an average human nothing but a blink to his own. There had to be something that could be done, something he hadn’t thought of or tried, but Jason was weary down to his very bones. A weariness no mortal could possibly comprehend and, as with so many things in his life, no end in sight.
Tag: Zatanna Zatara
[OOC: You are welcome to have Jason answer the door in your reply if you would like.]