forum Mistakes Made In the Dark (Superhero One-on-One) (Closed?)

Started August 15, 2018 by @rot-baby-rot!

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"How do you know?" He asked, looking up at him. "How?"

"Do you think I wanted to be like this?" Carter asked, gesturing to himself. "Do you think I wanted to be alone, to not bat an eye at burning someone's flesh, to be scarred to the point that I can't even feel parts of my skin properly because of how fucked up my nerve endings are? I know because they made me like this, Spirit."

"N-no. They- their's no way-" He shook his head. "Why?"

"They were looking for someone. Someone that I used to know." Carter said, shakily. "So they found me and-" he cut himself off, looking down. "I don't need to talk about this. You should eat something." He looked over at the plate still on the floor.

He watched him. "No… I'm fine…" He said quietly.

"You haven't eaten in over twenty-four hours." Carter said, refusing to meet his eye. "Eating will do you no harm."

"It wasn't twenty-four hours…" He muttered quietly, looking back down. "Really, I'm fine." Honestly, he had something else to digest.

"You were asleep for over a day, Spirit." Carter said, leaning against the table. "And I have no idea how long you went without eating before I found you."

"I was?" He asked. Really, it's not like he noticed. "Fine…" He surrendered.

(Sorry I was gone, I had a fever/cold yesterday and I went on for about five minutes and then passed out from exhaustion. I'm mostly better now though)

Carter was silent as Denzel reached for the plate. "You can get something else, if you want. That's all I have right now, but I can go out and get you something." Carter said after a few moment of silence.

((It's fine. Health comes first!))

Denzel shook his head. "This is fine." He said, taking a bite and smiling slightly.

"Right then." Carter looked away. "Sorry about your hand. I didn't want to do that, but I need my information. What can you tell me about the Legion?"

"They take in whatever super accepts their terms- code of conducts, contract, things like that. They give basic training, then you get your first case and you're fighting crime. When you bring back who they ask for, they let you rest up to heal and that's that for us." He said. "I swear, that's all I know. They say they do nothing to them, just rehabilitation stuff. Again, that's all I know."

"Rehabilitation?" Carter huffed out a laugh. "Yeah sure. Practically every person that they track down is someone who knew Thomas at some point or another. They're so desperate to find him that they torture it out of people who haven't seen him since-" Carter froze, realizing that he had let Thomas' name slip. He internally yelled himself. He wasn't supposed to mention him or any of the events that led to his disappearance, he knew that.

"Who- who's Thomas?" He asked curiously, looking up at him. "Why would they want to find him?"

Shit. "He's- he's no one." Carter said, glaring at nothing in particular. "He's a dead legend that refuses to die. They want to find him because they want to find a way to kill him, and he's such a selfish jerk that he lets others die in his place. It's all pathetic. They're pathetic. He's… He's an idiot." There was something in Carter's voice, something soft and fond, as he spoke of Thomas, though he continued to glare.

"O-oh." He said quietly, racking his brain for a subject change. "Sorry I don't know much. I'm still kinda low tier."

"No, it's-" He reached up, running a hand through his hair. "It's fine, really. I thought they would have told you their brain-washed version of things, but I guess I was wrong. Are you completely sure that they didn't mention anything to you about Thomas? Well, actually they probably wouldn't have said his name, but he was a powerful person. He was an anomaly, that one. He had found a way to make himself immortal."

"Positive. I'm sure even the trainees would've know about an- wait." He said, freezing for a second. "Did you just say immortal?" He asked, trying very hard to stop a certain Fall Out Boy song from playing in his head

Carter waved his hand in the air, trying to figure out how to describe Thomas. "Well, he's more like Deadpool. He just heals from whatever injury he gets, and ends up not ageing, the ass. He's seen the births and deaths of entire civilizations, and the Legion has been hunting him god knows how long."

"So… death comes and he just… nopes out?" He said, taking a quick bite of pizza. "Wouldn't that drive a person crazy?"

Carter let out a bitter laugh. "He hit insanity centuries ago, and just kept driving. He stopped considering himself odd a long time before this though, so he finds us the weird ones. Like he's the normal."

"…He's literally a crazy immortal. Why-" He shook his head. "You know what? I'm just going to not question an insane immortal's logic."

Carter sighed. "I learned to stop questioning him the moment I met him. He has some sort of endgame in sight, one that he hasn't told anyone, and one that he doesn't care how long it takes him to get. He was practically a myth until around a decade ago, when he resurfaced, and did a mix of good and horrible things. The Legion's stepped up their game to find him, after that. They took in practically everyone that knew him."

"But…why? Why just randomly surface and then leave? Why would anyone think that plan would work out?"