Romana: bans the mind probe and tries to end Gallifreyan isolationist policies
Also Romana: names herself dictator to hold onto power and does things like crash trains full of people to make people be honest with her
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Hallow is a hard dog to describe to people because on one hand she’s the most happy go lucky, “go anywhere do anything” dog I’ve had and yet at the same time I have to take her in an Uber tomorrow and I’m really hoping that she doesn’t scream at the Uber driver for the crime of speaking like she has a tendency to do to people sometimes
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Anordil: so kinslaying is bad?
A poor philosopher who doesn’t like where she is going: of course it is!
Anordil: *nodding* so killing Men is equally as bad
The same philosopher: no? They die anyway.
Anordil: *about to pull out ever debate skill her mother and Maedhros have taught her* *smiles* so murder - the act of ending a life - is only wrong when you you want it to be. Convenient.
Philosopher: *sweating* what? Of course not! But we cannot equate Men to the Eldar-
Anordil: why not?
Philosopher; excuse me?
Anordil: why not? Are they not children of Eru as well? Are they not just as capable as you- we - are of love? Of giving? Do they not have families who will mourn them when they are gone? What makes you think murder is justified simply because they are mortal? There is a difference between death from old age and a violent death. Men know that they are going to die, but given the chance they would rather live. So I ask you, why do you hate them so much that you would attempt to justify their murder? The kinslayings were tragedies but so is every death that is brought by violence; which brings me to my next point. If we may slay Men without consequence why are we not able to slay the each other without fear?
Philosopher: it’s different!
Anordil: why? We are all meat.
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Babes, the way I just remembered that lactic acid is a byproduct of anaerobic exercise, which is some how related to the Krebs cycle, is truly something to behold.
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Working on a refrence sheet for mura. I've drawn her outfit so many times by now it is surprisingly easy! Also I've decided some of the slashes on her trousers contain pockets, or even just another hole to her knives strapped on her leg. Her inv is stored in her trousers! And her shirt is separate from her over trousers, the shirt is tucked under both of the trousers
Its cause the outer one has cuts for the bunched up fabric of the trousers underneath to peak through. Same for her shoulder ones, but those just have the shirt under so they are less puffy, and the fabric onto is tie-on. [The fabric undef the trousers may or may not be some hidden trousers that look like a skirt. Disguise 101.]
Her outfit is a balanced of projecting the image she wants, and given that means no obvious weapons* or storage, she hides it all, there are knives and an abundance of pockets in her trousers, and spellscrolls[and more knives, and p much anything that can be flat] in her boots and the boning channels on her corset also have lockpicks, as well as her tie on sleeves [not pictured but dark and above the shirt sleeves] having slots to store things.
*She often preffers projecting danger and skill but looking like your just a noble on a walk and don't have the storage/tools to do insert crime here is a good skill. She can take out her knives or put on a cloak to look intimidating, but you can't change your baseline outfit from something like thieves leathers or armour to look more innocent. So her base outfit makes her look like just a noble passer by.
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this just in: danny fenton is just as much of a mask as Brucie Wayne? - another danyal al ghul au
Turns out, being placed in a civilian family who have no knowledge of your background is actually detrimental to the health and development of a child assassin due to lack of proper support! Surrounded by strangers in a foreign city, Danyal Al Ghul does as assassins do best. He hides. Espionage is one of many teachings one learns in the League, and it only takes half a day for Danyal to construct a new persona to hide behind: Daniel Fenton.
By the time dinner rolls around, Danyal al Ghul is safely and securely tucked behind the face of Danny Fenton; brand new adoptive child of the Fenton family who came from overseas. A shy, quiet little boy with a thick accent and curly hair, with brown skin and blue eyes, and an avid interest in the stars. The best fictions are always cobbled together in a little bit of truth, it's some of the only truth he ever lets through. He apologizes in a meek voice for his behavior early, he didn't mean to be rude, and he watches the three of them eat it up with coos.
Lies roll like silk against his lips, he struggles to meet their eyes and offers them his weakest, shyest smile. It's too easy. It's easy to go from there.
Danny Fenton, adoptive son, shy and awkward and unconfident but friendly. Who struggles in his classes and isn't the brightest, but tries his hardest. He makes bad jokes and has a quick tongue and a sarcastic mouth. He wants to be an astronaut. He's got the best aim in school, and is a terrifying dodgeball player. He's one of the least athletic kids in his grade.
It's like playing two truths and a lie, but there's only one truth, and the rest are lies. It's easy to pretend when he knows it's insincere.
Danyal Al Ghul, grandson to the Demon Head. Deadly, trained assassin. Has spilled blood, has had blood spilt from. Environmentalist, animal activist. He loves the stars. He owns a calligraphy set. A sharp tongue, an even sharper blade. He's clever, quick-witted, he would be top of his grade if he tried harder. He purposely doesn't.
He misses his family. He misses his mother, and he misses his brother. Mother visits a few times a year, so few times that he can count it on both hands. He cherishes every visit, as brief as they are. It helps remind him who he is.
Sam and Tucker are Danny's best friends. They've never met Danyal, but Danyal's met them.
It becomes routine to become Danny Fenton. As familiar and as easy as pulling on a shirt in the morning. Danyal wakes up and is always first to the bathroom in the mornings; stares at himself in the mirror until he can finally see Danny staring back at him. At night, he locks his door and sheds the mask.
Dying throws a wrench in his mask; splits a crack straight through the porcelain. He's able to smooth it over with sandpaper and liquid gold, but it's a little hard keeping his ghost form under wraps. It instinctively wants to shift to show his true self. Danyal can't have that, he's spent four years as Danny Fenton, he'll spend another four as him as well. Even if the feeling of the hazmat suit in his ghost form feels restrictive, like a too-small shirt suctioned to his skin that needs to be peeled off.
He'll live. Er-- well, you know what he means. It's frustrating however, trying to keep his Danny Fenton mask up even as Phantom - fighting in the air is something he needs to get used to, and the sudden propping of powers throws him off. But he is nothing if not adaptive, and he hates that he needs to slow his own skills down in order to keep pretenses up in front of Sam and Tucker.
The first time Danyal summons a sword when he's alone, is one of the few times Danyal gets to grin instead of Danny. He's fighting Skulker, and from an invisible hilt he draws a katana from thin air. It startles them both. Skulker takes a step back at the smile that spreads across his face.
They're both silent as Danyal examines his new sword.
"Do you know what people like me do to people like you, poacher?" Danyal finally asks him, the accent he began to hide a few months in slipping through. He drops all pretense, dragging the flat end of the blade slow and appreciatively against his palm. It's a good make, and when he cuts it through the air, it slices through like butter. He looks up at Skulker with a smile; "are you ready to find out?"
When Sam and Tucker ask about why Skulker seems so skittish around Danny now, Danny shrugs at them and says with a playful smile; "I don't know, I guess I kicked his butt too hard after our last fight." and he watches as Sam rolls her eyes exasperatedly, and Tucker snickers with his own joke.
By the time he reunites with Damian before their 15th birthday, Danyal is buried beneath so many layers of Danny Fenton that his brother will need a shovel to dig him out. He's not sure what he'll find.
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