Sandman slipped the mask from his face, and then Wesley Dodd
sat at the great round table of the Justice Society, pinching the bridge of his
nose as the argument raged around him.
“Enough!” erupted from the normally quiet-spoken hero, “Where
is our big blue guest at this time?”
“He’s in the training room again – we’re hoping that with
Canary, Atom, and Stars there we can keep his attention focused long enough
that the others can actually get something done,” replied Alan Scott, “he’s
disrupted six different battles with criminals in just the last 2 days – we can’t
let what we’ve got planned against Vandal Savage get ruined as well,” he
sighed, then looked at third person at the table, “Fate, have you gotten
anything else from your spells?”
“No – while he appears to be an agent of the Courts of Chaos
by action, my spells indicate he does not belong to them. This is not to say he could not be a member
lost in the early days of time, only now to return,” an echoing voice came from
the golden helmet of Dr. Fate, “I have prepared other rituals to delve into his
origins that I will begin soon.”
Wesley raised his hand, “Don’t bother Dr. Fate, in fact, I’d
recommend not to try – it could be rather hazardous to your health. I was told his origins last night.”
“What – why didn’t you say anything earlier!?” came from
both Green Lantern and Dr. Fate.
“I didn’t want to believe it,” was the flat reply, “as it
also explained why the two of us felt a “connection” when he first appeared in
our lobby.”
“You remember that my prophetic dreams come from an elder
being, an anthropomorphic entity that manifests as Morpheus, God of Dreams?” he
continued.
“Yes,” was the reply from the others.
“Well, he has siblings, other entities, and our guest
receives his power from one of Morpheus’ sisters, which is why I felt the connection,”
the hero set back in his chair, “on the other hand, his companion is perfectly
normal,” a slight pause, “or at least as normal as someone who partners with him.”
Wesley shakes his head slightly, “we’d better check on the
training room and see what’s going on,” he states as he begins activating the
large monitor located at the far end of the room.
Dr. Fate speaks, “whom does he draw his power from, which of
the Endless grants their gifts to such a man?”
“I thought it would be obvious to you, Fate, since she’s
closest of the Seven to Chaos. He’s the
chosen Champion of Delirium.”
The giant screen activates, showing the shattered remains of
the JSA training room. Broken robots,
cracked walls, splintered doors, and piles of rubble dot the room. A hulking figure stands upon one of the
piles, raising his fist to the heavens, his battle cry echoing throughout the
room and across the speakers.
“SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!”
****
Yes, the crossover is the Endless with the Tick
The Tick being the Chosen of Delirium would
explain SO much. This was inspired by catching a local play based on the Tick TV show last night that was incredibly funny - the actors playing Arthur and Tick really did well.
If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?
- Albert Einstein
sat at the great round table of the Justice Society, pinching the bridge of his
nose as the argument raged around him.
“Enough!” erupted from the normally quiet-spoken hero, “Where
is our big blue guest at this time?”
“He’s in the training room again – we’re hoping that with
Canary, Atom, and Stars there we can keep his attention focused long enough
that the others can actually get something done,” replied Alan Scott, “he’s
disrupted six different battles with criminals in just the last 2 days – we can’t
let what we’ve got planned against Vandal Savage get ruined as well,” he
sighed, then looked at third person at the table, “Fate, have you gotten
anything else from your spells?”
“No – while he appears to be an agent of the Courts of Chaos
by action, my spells indicate he does not belong to them. This is not to say he could not be a member
lost in the early days of time, only now to return,” an echoing voice came from
the golden helmet of Dr. Fate, “I have prepared other rituals to delve into his
origins that I will begin soon.”
Wesley raised his hand, “Don’t bother Dr. Fate, in fact, I’d
recommend not to try – it could be rather hazardous to your health. I was told his origins last night.”
“What – why didn’t you say anything earlier!?” came from
both Green Lantern and Dr. Fate.
“I didn’t want to believe it,” was the flat reply, “as it
also explained why the two of us felt a “connection” when he first appeared in
our lobby.”
“You remember that my prophetic dreams come from an elder
being, an anthropomorphic entity that manifests as Morpheus, God of Dreams?” he
continued.
“Yes,” was the reply from the others.
“Well, he has siblings, other entities, and our guest
receives his power from one of Morpheus’ sisters, which is why I felt the connection,”
the hero set back in his chair, “on the other hand, his companion is perfectly
normal,” a slight pause, “or at least as normal as someone who partners with him.”
Wesley shakes his head slightly, “we’d better check on the
training room and see what’s going on,” he states as he begins activating the
large monitor located at the far end of the room.
Dr. Fate speaks, “whom does he draw his power from, which of
the Endless grants their gifts to such a man?”
“I thought it would be obvious to you, Fate, since she’s
closest of the Seven to Chaos. He’s the
chosen Champion of Delirium.”
The giant screen activates, showing the shattered remains of
the JSA training room. Broken robots,
cracked walls, splintered doors, and piles of rubble dot the room. A hulking figure stands upon one of the
piles, raising his fist to the heavens, his battle cry echoing throughout the
room and across the speakers.
“SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!”
****
Yes, the crossover is the Endless with the Tick
The Tick being the Chosen of Delirium wouldexplain SO much. This was inspired by catching a local play based on the Tick TV show last night that was incredibly funny - the actors playing Arthur and Tick really did well.
If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?
- Albert Einstein