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[denpamen]

Thank god he threw in friendship or else his unmistakable devotion and obsession with Edgeworth would almost be gay. Right.

[denpamen]

IM CRYING SO MUCH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU GHIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AMAZINF SHOW STOPPING I CANT FNEMTMFGTTT. HELLO thanKY OUSO MCUH

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[pocketgalaxies]

"DO YOU SEE WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS?"

"NO! NO! I THOUGHT YOU WERE TRYING TO SAVE HER, I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE GONNA KILL HER?"

"NO, IT'S THE CAMERA, IT'S THE CAMERA! IT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN WORKING ON!"

"WELL YES, YES–SO YOU THINK WE CAN REVERSE THIS THING AND SUCK THIS THING IN?"

"THAT'S WHAT I'M GONNA–THAT'S WHAT I–THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN WORKING ON!"

"(TO THE GM) THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN WORKING ON."

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Night transforms the world. Owls and bats claim the sky from songbirds, nocturnal predators prowl beneath cover of darkness, and cloying shadows grow thick enough to swallow a scream. As the saying goes: people aren’t truly afraid of the dark—they fear what could be in the darkness with them. The twenty-two authors featured within the pages of Carpe Noctem descended into these midnight waters to explore the deepest horrors and wildest wonders which darkness cloaks. This anthology is not for the faint of heart. Carpe Noctem offers an exclusive solo-roleplaying game by Maxwell Lander to serve as your guide to this collection of nighttime tales. Or you can journey alone. What’s the worst that could happen? Featuring works by Teresa Aguinaldo; Tyler Battaglia; Stewart C Baker; Beth Cato; Barry Charman; Tommy Cheis; Jonathan Chibuik; Derek Des Anges; Richard DiPirro; David J. Fortier; David Jón Fuller; Chadwick Ginther; Joseph Halden; Richard Lau; Jennifer Lesh Fleck; Avra Margariti; Thomas C. Mavroudis; Cat McDonald; Paul McQuade; Ville Meriläinen; Tais Teng; and Laura VanArendonk Baugh.

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@waveofstars

[mikeylovesdraken]

*knocking on door of tumblr*

May I come in?

*sits by you on the comfiest safest couch and gives you the biggest protective big sister hug I can give and offers cookies and a cup of tea or whatever is your favorite drink and takes hand*

How are you?

I saw what happened.

And it’s perfectly fine to be scared and upset about what happened.

It’s ok to cry and scream.

it’s ok to be angry it’s okay to get sick

it’s okay to hide in your bed for a while

Don’t let your demons take over because that’s what they want.

Do not harm yourself sweethearts.

*wipes away your tears and offers you a plushie version of your favorite animal*

Shhh..it’s going to be alright no matter what.

Please Take a few deep breaths

In through your nose and out through your mouth repeat as necessary.

May I offer this gentle reminder?

you are safe in the world that is made by your favorite things.

No one can ever take away that magic or erase that joy of your heart.

So Put on your favorite movies and escape the world.

Read all those fanfics that made you feel like love is stronger than anything

Rewatch a good episode doctor who or star trek or a episode of looney tunes.

Grab a pen and write your feelings down,

history will want to know your feelings and thoughts when everything is In happier times again.

Listen to your favorite songs and sing your heart out.

Take time away if you need

Did you know that the same stars that you looked at and wished on as a child are same ones that shine in the sky now?

It’s true and always know that you are loved

Be kind and brave little soldiers

Love

Chey.

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[tgrzrk]

🚨Urgent!🚨

Neurodivergent couple seeking help with funding for housing

Hi guys. My name is Chey and my partner and I desperately need help to leave our abusive living situation. For the past three years we have been sharing a home with his grandmother and a few other family members. She is extremely emotionally abusive and frequently insults and berates us and often leaves the house for hours on end multiple days a week leaving us to care for her dog. She has no respect for either of us during our sleeping hours (we both work second shift) and often watches very loud reruns of law and order featuring blaring sirens and characters screaming in pain while we are trying to sleep. Both of us have suffered severe mental health damage from living here. I've seen my support needs go from almost zero to having a panic attack nearly every other month since living here. I am disabled and can only work part time and even with my partner's full time job it just isn't enough for us to leave without saving for years. We need out immediately. My physical health has started to deteriorate to the point that I am experiencing heart palpitations from the stress. I hope that some of you can find the kindness in your heart to give a hand to some strangers in desperate need of a safe place to live. Please don't worry about the goal amount. It's more of a placeholder than anything. Any amount at all helps.

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@lavenderhazestories that brain cell is working overtime today huh

there were few things that cheyenne expected after opening her shop in town. it was a niche market in an odd sense - "adult" stores such as hers weren't frequented by every single person on the street. it was going to be a hard sell, to even get people in the door. so she was pleasantly surprised with how strong her last few months had been, and just how welcoming some people already were.

one person that stood out in her mind was her neighbor a few doors down. arabella. just the sound of her name screamed pristine. at first, cheyenne simply passed the craft store with curiosity but never went in. then she'd met the owner at a block party for the businesses in town, and the rest was history. chey was hooked from the first awkward, blushy glance. and she got many of those in the last few months, too.

the sound of the front door bell barely had chey glancing up. she stood behind the counter, flipping through a catalogue of possible products to bring in, as a rock song played quietly on the speakers behind her. "welcome in-" when she did glance up and see the blonde, cheyenne fully picked her head up, amused grin on her face. "hey. you're a long way from your store." resting her chin in her hand, her eyes flickered up and down the woman's body before settling back on her face. "are you here to buy that vibrator i've been bragging to you about? finally."

[waveofstars]

MULTIMUSE QUESTIONAIRE

RULES: Answer the questions with the Muses that would best fit the answers. Bonus if you give details why.

1) Rank your softest Muse and your toughest Muse. (Personality-wise) Softest would definitely be Penny. She is a lover by nature and kind.

Toughest would likely be Devin or even Chey. Devin given his past in prison, but also just mentally tough. Chey surprisingly is kind of both physically and mentally tough, but comes mostly as a surprise.

2) Which Muse would blow through $1000 quickly? Luke or Sloane for sure. They are both reckless and don't know how to properly budget themselves. Not to mention they both grew up wealthy, soooo...

3) Do any of them have nicknames? Is there a meaning behind them?

Chey is the queen of nicknames. Her full name is Amanda Chey Johnson. Mostly everyone calls her Chey. Her family, and those closest to her, call her Mandy, Manda, etc.

Lennon's family calls her "Lemon", she's also been called Lennie, Len, any variation. Also, not to mention she is mostly just called Chef.

Some of Billie's friends call her William or Bill as a joke, but it kind of stuck.

Marley's name is a nickname! Her real name is Marcail.

4) Are any of them up-to-speed on the latest trends? Anyone more old school? First of all, Jacob is the definition of old school. The man just upgraded from a flip phone and is having to call his niece to help him with everything. He is very much behind on the trends.

Sloane, Billie, Renee, and Jenn are the queens of trends. Jenn and Renee have a social media presence, so that plays a part.

5) Who has the best relationship with their siblings? Chey, definitely. Her three older brothers are her world.

6) Karaoke night! Who is likely to grab the mic first and bust out a tune? Lennon and Leon, though no promises that it will be good. Chey would, given enough beers.

7) Who is least likely to enter a beauty pageant/model? Renee and Connor

8) If your Muses visited a haunted house where actors scare you, who would panic and who would be unfazed? Panic would be Jacob. I don't know why, but I can just see him screaming lol. Lennon would also panic. Billie would panic in silence. Connor would be unfazed, if not highly entertained. Boy loves haunted houses. Chey would also just be entertained.

9) Are any of your Muses particular about taking certain modes of transportation? Connor can't drive, so he bikes everywhere. Luke, in most verses, got his driver's license taken away so he uses public transportation but acts like it's his choice. Jacob prefers public transportation, but loves a nice long road trip.

10) Share a little-known fact about any Muse. Connor is literally in a club at his local library where he knits with old ladies for a few hours every week. It's one of his biggest secrets.

tagged by: @myriadxofxmuses

tagging: any of my multimuse mutuals!!

[loxlei]

One Day More (Bloodhound X Reader)

It was a cold and rainy day in the outlands, Lifeline and Octane are in the kitchen making hot chocolate. The cold wisp of autumn air breezes past the two.

“Hot chocolate is not going to keep us warm forever you know” Lifeline shouts hoping someone would get the hint. It is true the apartments they have set up for legends is not the most ideal but then again this is a blood sport. You take the hint as no one else seams to want to do the job, you stand up and put on a jacket. “ oh good y/n has agreed to go get us some more firewood” you hear from the kitchen. “ Well agreed is a little much don’t you think Chey?” you reply with a smirk. 

“I will go with you” the voice startles you, you turn around to see Bangalore. You nod and both of you head out into the cold rain.

“How the hell are we suppose to find firewood when all of the wood is wet from the rain?” Bangalore ask while cutting limbs down out of our path with her knife.

“There is a cave up here that we store some wood in that will be dry and I brought the dry bag” you reply slightly winded. 

“Ah that is why no one wanted to do this shit job, where is this cave?”

You stop to catch your breath, “ right up this big hill actually we are almost there”

You both come to a fallen over tree cutting your path.

“There is a edge right here we can climb up it if you give me a boost” Bangalore says while harnessing her knife.

You lean down to try to boost her up but you almost slip

“I don’t know if I can with this rain”

“we have come this far, come on”

You attempt to boost her again but this time you slip and fall to the ground

“Help, the mud is taking me down the mountain like a slide” you reach your hand up.

Bangalore grabs your hand and attempts to pull you up. Both of you struggle to hold on when you slip

“Y/n!!” she screams reaching out as you start sliding down the mountain. 

You feel scraps of twigs as you grab onto the mud looking for some kind of support when SMACK you hit your head on a rock and your body ragdolls to the bottom on the hill.

Bangalore slides down the mountain looking for you using her knife to keep traction. The storm doesn’t let up and she cant see anything from all the wind and debris. She makes it back to the apartments in hope of some help to find you.

“That was a quick run....uh where is y/n?” Octane ask stretching his legs Infront of the dwindling fire.

Bloodhound is sitting on the chair next to where Octane is stretching, as soon as they see you are not there they stand up.

“I am not sure where y/n is, we were climbing up that mountain and they slipped, I tried to hold onto them but..” 

An axe hits the side of the wall “ you are telling me they are still out there??? in this weather??” bloodhound yells while pointing to the pouring down rain.

“we need to split up and look for them” Loba replies while holding Valks hand.

“No shit” bloodhound scoffs as they take their axe out of the wall and heads out side

Valk flies up looking above where they were when they slipped and loba, octane, and lifeline are together along the bottom of the mountain. Barely anyone can see with this flashlights but they call out your name anyway.

Bloodhound, Mirage are also along the bottom of the mountain, bloodhound scans looking for any part of you. They come across something and stop suddenly.

“what is is hound?” Mirage asks looking down at the mud

“they were here” without any more words they started following the trail you slid down. Repeating scanning over and over until they both came to a lake where hound scanned once more. There you were in the lake unconscious. Without hesitation hound jumps into the water, grabbing you and coming back to the surface. 

“oh fuck” is all  Mirage could get out, but ran to help hound get you out of the water. Hound pulls you out of the water and lays you down and immediately starts listening for breath.

“They are not breathing, get lifeline now!”

Hound takes off their rebreather leaving their googles and everything else intact and starts to perform cpr on you”

“Come on open your eyes for me”

“Don’t leave please”

“Wake up y/n

Loba runs over “Oh y/n no..” she whispers.

“Valk is bringing Chey” she speaks up but it doesn’t break bloodhounds concertation on you.

“please please please “

You sit up gasping for air and spitting up water and coughing

Bloodhound collapses next to you sitting down “Thank the Gods”

Mirage pats on your back “ You scared us kid” Just then Valk and Lifeline land and they run over to you. While Lifeline looks you over and puts a blanket around you, hound pulls you into a hug. “Looks like you are with me one day more”

[yasdogan]

closed starter for @cheyohara at cinematic

After a long overnight shift, Yasemin had been reluctant to head right home to try and sleep, usually needing time to decompress after shifts like that. Deciding that the movies felt like the best in-between of a nap and an activity, Yas found herself standing outside the ticket booth trying to decide what to watch. "Okay, help a girl out. How scary is Scream? I'll be honest, I've never seen it before," she admitted, smile flashing towards the familiar face of Chey as she spoke. Hocus Pocus felt like the less frightening option, but it was also something she'd seen before and she was sort of itching for something new. "You here with anyone or...would you want some company maybe?" Yas was usually the person that preferred to have other people around and after several run-ins with Chey in sort of heavier circumstances, a relaxing day at the theatre to get to know her better sounded perfect.

[darthvashtique93]

Return of the Hawk

Chapter 19

Bruce paced back and forth in front of the dark-skinned Thanagarian – Chey-Ara – currently occupying his computer chair. Not once did he look away from her. He was feeling…irked. Today was not his day…or night…or whatever. It was 3 a.m., and he had a board meeting in 4 hours. Maybe I should cancel. "What should we do with her?" the chatty birdman asked. Bruce shot a glare in the male Thanagarian's – Carter – direction.

"We aren't going to do anything," Bruce replied, emphasizing the we. "You are going to leave, and J'ohnn is going to wipe your memory."

"What!" Carter exclaimed, taking a step back from both Batman and the Martian. "What if I promise never to show up unannounced?" Bruce said nothing. "C'mon. I swear, I won't tell anyone about the Batcave," Carter begged.

"I'll take care of him when we leave here," J'ohnn said. "But what about her?"

"Are you able to read her mind?" Bruce asked.

"Her mind is not as powerful as Hawkgirl's, but it will still take several minutes."

Chey-Ara rolled her eyes. "I know the vipera name is Shayera," she growled. "No need to use her alias or whatever."

Carter started at that. "Listen, you little-" he began, but Bruce held up a gloved hand, silencing the angry hawk man. "Can you please show him the exit?" Bruce asked J'ohnn.

"Certainly," J'honn stepped up. "Mr. Carter, if you would."

"C'mon, guys!" he exclaimed once again. "I'm part of this, too. I can help."

"You already have," J'ohnn said. "And I thank you for the assist. But for now, please come with me." Carter opened his mouth to protest once more, but the Martian Manhunter cut him off. "Do not make me make you," J'ohnn said. "I will." Carter turned to follow J'ohnn out of the cave, all the while mumbling, leaving Batman alone with the small, scowling Thanagarian.

Batman sighed. He needed to figure out what he was going to do with this…scout. He couldn't leave her here. She would be tracked. "This is gonna be a long day," Batman muttered. First, he was going to have to wake Shayera. Her presence may be necessary.

"Aahh!" Shayera shrieked in terror. Her arms and legs flailed as she plummeted to the earth. Her breath came in short pants as she screamed for anyone to catch her. Life flashed before her eyes as the pavement grew ever closer. Covering her face with her arms in a futile effort to brace for impact, Shayera – Shot up in bed mid-scream as her body shook violently. "Shayera!" Shayera fought against whatever had her arms pinned. "Shayera! Shayera! It's me! It's Bruce!" Shayera stopped, gasping for air while desperately taking in her surroundings. She wasn't falling. She was safe in bed. Shayera slowed her racing heart as Bruce released his hold on her upper arms. Shayera could see Alfred, Jason, and Tim slowly exit the room from the corner of her eye. "You're okay," Bruce comforted her.

"What…?" Shayera tried to get her bearings. Bruce sat as Batman sans scowl. He must have just returned from patrol. "I…what's happening?"

"I was coming to wake you. We have a visitor from Thanagar."

"We have…what!"

"What do you mean she was caught?" Lieutenant Issi growled at the bounty hunter. Judging from her attire, Lobo guessed he had interrupted the lieutenant's bedtime…or bed play with a mate.

"Okay," Lobo sighed heavily. "I came across your wingless friend. Turns out a shapeshifter had been mimicking her scent. A Martian. The little, dark bird came to help me, but the Martian captured the little bird." Issi swore. "Also," Lobo continued, "there's another hawk here on Earth. And I don't mean the one I'm hunting. I mean a full-grown male hawk. Wings and masks."

"I will look into it. Anything else?" Issi demanded.

"Now that I know the Martian's scent, locating Hawkgirl should be easier. I can trace the little bird's scent. They probably took her to wherever they are hiding Shayera."

"Then why are you wasting your time calling me? Go get her!"

"Easy, Your Highness," Lobo mocked. "That Martian packs a punch. I took a few hits. I need at least a few hours to recuperate. After that, I'll get you your prize."

"This is your last shot. The next time you contact me, it better be good news."

Lobo furrowed his brow. "I don't take too kindly to threats," he said.

"And I do not take too kindly to incompetent bounty hunters wasting my time! So, unless you want to feel the wrath of the entire Thanagar army, capture Shayera, and bring her to me. You have a week!"

"Hey, that was not-" but Issi canceled the connection.

Lobo released a string of curse words in about ten languages before accosting an innocent garbage container sitting in an alley. He really, really hated Thanagarians. He couldn't wait for this job to be over.

Shayera once again found herself in a lift, at Justice League headquarters, with Batman. She didn't dwell too much on how uncomfortable she was; other things were on her mind – the whole situation with Thanagar, her feelings for the Dark Knight standing beside her, nightmares about falling to her death, the billionaire vigilante standing beside her. "Uh," she groaned, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. Batman cleared his throat. "I don't want to talk about it," Shayera answered his unspoken question.

"Hmm," was his reply.

"I'm fine."

"Hm."

"It's fine. Just a bad dream." Silence. "I'm fine. Let's just get this over with," Shayera said as the lift doors opened.

Batman and Shayera stepped out of the lift simultaneously. A shudder worked its way up Shayera's back. Nearly seven months ago, her wings were torn from her back. The hair on her arms stood up as many of the younger leaguers stared at her in confusion, shock, curiosity, or hatred. Shayera kept her eyes forward. They couldn't hurt her any more than she already had been hurt.

"Shayera!" Batman and Shayera stopped walking.

"Oof!" Shayera exclaimed as she felt a body out of nowhere crash into hers, nearly knocking her off balance. "Ow."

"Easy, Flash," Batman said.

"Hey, Flash," Shayera said to the redheaded speedster hugging her.

"You look way better than when I last saw you," he said, holding her at arm's length. "Your cheeks have even gotten chubbier," he said, squeezing one of them. "Isn't that right, Bats? Look." Batman cleared his throat in response as Flash continued. "You look great, Shay. Like, your hair has its bounce and shine back. It was really dull and lifeless when I last saw you." Shayera subconsciously touched her hair. Had she looked that bad? She had been avoiding mirrors as of late. She honestly had no idea what she looked like these past few weeks.

"We're here to see the Thanagarian," Batman said as he walked.

"Ahh. That little girl is stubborn," Flash fell into step with Shayera and Batman. "She hasn't uttered a single word since J'ohnn brought her in. I mean, she hasn't asked for food or water or to go to the bathroom. You guys do go to the bathroom, right?" Flash asked Shayera.

"Yes, Flash, we go to the bathroom," Shayera responded incredulously.

"Just wondering," he replied with a shrug. "I don't recall ever seeing you go to the bathroom."

Shayera knew - she just knew - Bruce had to be rolling his eyes underneath his cowl. "Flash," Shayera said, "what…why….just because you don't see – I can't deal with you right now."

"I'm just saying," Flash said as they all three entered a room. It looked like the average interrogation room you would see at a police precinct, save for a few differences. The room was separated by one-way glass. One side was where the actual questioning took place, walls made of material; even Superman would have a hard time flying through.

The other side had monitors and different AI tech built into the walls. These computers read micro-expressions and body language in real-time with 99.99% accuracy. This side of the interrogation room was big enough for 20 people to stand comfortably.

Shayera expected the room to be empty, but that was too much to hope for. Superman, Wonder Woman, and Green Lantern stood in the dark room, staring at the screen and monitors. But all three turned to look at her when she walked in. Superman looked uneasy; Wonder Woman looked enraged; and Green Lantern looked indifferently at her. Shayera looked away. She deserved whatever animosity was being sent her way. "What is she doing here?" Wonder Woman demanded with a sneer on her perfectly carved face.

"Diana," Superman stated calmly, "we talked about this."

"We aren't arguing about this again," Batman interrupted the two. "Do you recognize that Thanagarian in there?" he asked Shayera. Shayera turned to look at the dark-skinned, maskless Thanagarian who was glaring at J'ohnn – her current interrogator. Shayera recognized her instantly. "I do," she turned to look at Batman. "Her name is Chey-Ara. I was once her CO."

"Great," Wonder Woman muttered, "another person she directly betrayed."

"You know, you don't have to be here," Flash pointed out to the Amazon. Wonder Woman scowled back at him.

"Think she might talk to you?" Batman asked Shayera, ignoring Flash and Wonder Woman.

"I can certainly try," Shayera said. She walked to the door connecting the two rooms.

"We'll be watching and listening in here," Batman said in reassurance.

"So don't try anything," Wonder Woman sneered. Shayera ignored her and walked into the room.

J'ohnn and the Thanagarian immediately turned to her. Judging from Chey-Ara's expression, she recognized her. "It is good to see you up and about, Shayera," J'ohnn gave a very tiny smile. "Would you like me to leave or stay?"

"I don't have a preference," Shayera answered, feeling a bit uneasy.

"I'll leave," he stood up from the chair before phasing through the floor.

Shayera sat in the now vacant chair and stared at the girl she had once trained. They held each other's gaze for a few minutes before Chey-Ara spoke up in Thanagarian. "I barely recognize you without your wings. What's it like?"

"It takes some getting used to," Shayera answered, "and in English."

Chey-Ara rolled her eyes before looking past Shayera's shoulder at her own reflection. "They're listening and watching on the other side of that glass, aren't they?"

"Yes," Shayera saw no point lying to the scout, "but that's more for me."

"Right," Chey-Ara smirked, "you're a traitor in their eyes. What's that like," Chey-Ara's bright blue eyes bore into Shayera's green ones, "knowing that no one in the universe wants you?"

"I wouldn't say the universe," Shayera muttered.

"Your family disowned you. You officially no longer exist on Thanagar. Your birth records have been completely eradicated. I was invited to the place where you grew up. There are absolutely no pictures of you anywhere. Your room has been burnt down and sealed shut. General Hro no longer has two children. He only has one, and that is Lieutenant Issi." Shayera said nothing. The reality of her situation once again setting in. "All of those medals, all of those awards, have been given to Issi. Your name has been wiped off every plaque. You do not exist anymore on Thanagar. The name 'Sha-yera' is no longer allowed. I'm surprised they allowed me to keep my name as it sounds so close to yours."

"Why are you telling me all of this?" Shayera asked, trying to hide her annoyance…and her pain.

"Because I want to know if it was worth it?" Chey-Ara cocked her head to the side, studying the woman who was once her CO. "You saved Earth, but what do you have to show for it? Earth hates you; you lost your wings, your family, and your identity; you are no longer a Thanagarian, and you are not human. What are you?" Shayera pursed her lips together. She had been asking herself that very same question as of late. "You saved a bunch of weak, measly humans. And for what? They slaughtered your character. Your so-called teammates served you up on a platter to Lieutenant Issi. They may not have literally torn the wings from your back, but they might as well have. They did not stop it from happening."

"It was the right thing to do," Shayera spoke, "betraying Thanagar, saving Earth. It was the right thing to do."

"For whom?" Chey-Ara countered. "They all had lives they got to return to. You returned to nothing. You became insignificant. You could be standing before your parents right now, and they would look right through you. You're dead to everyone, but even the dead get funerals and memorials. You were there one day and gone the next."

"Can you just tell them what they want to know?" Shayera sighed heavily. She refused to show weakness….or tears.

"I just wanted to see you - Thanagar's pride and joy," Chey-Ara mocked. "The next great leader of Thanagar, with wings given to her by the gods. It would have been better if you had been dishonorably discharged from the military or disowned by your family. At least then, you could work your way back into their good graces." Shayera stared silently at the young hawk in front of her, showing no emotion. "You guys know what I know," Chey-Ara looked away with a sniff, "Lobo is hunting you. He is supposed to return you to Thanagar. There you will be given to the Gordanians."

"Do you know what they'll do to me?" Shayera asked Chey-Ara. "The Gordanians?"

"Horrific experiments. Rape you. Beat you. Torture you," Chey-Ara said with no more than a shoulder shrug. "Your father is the one that negotiated the agreement with the Gordanians. Your sister is in charge of making sure everything goes smoothly. You know the Gordanians – they have always wanted to dissect a Thanagarian. So General Hro, your father, asked if he handed them a Thangarian, would the Gordanians leave Thanagar alone? It is an exchange. You for peace. That's the endgame here. The Gordanians get you, leaving Thanagar alone for a period."

"I figured that part out already," Shayera muttered. "What happens when the Gordanians finish with me?" Shayera asked, already knowing the answer. She just needed the League to hear.

Chey-Ara smirked, "Do you think there will be much of you left?" Shayera pursed her lips. "I'm ready to talk to one of those heroes now," Chey-Ara motioned with her head. Shayera stiffly stood to her feet, turned, and walked out of the room without another word or glance back.

Entering the dark room where her ex-colleagues stood, Shayera was surprised by the silence and uncomfortable looks on their faces. Tears began to pool. "Shay," Flash stepped forward.

"She's willing to talk to one of you," Shayera stopped him in a shaky voice.

"Shay," Flash said, his voice thick with emotion.

"I'll be in the hall if you need me," she said, briskly walking past Batman and Flash. She would not cry in front of them. Any of them.l

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