Can't Be Tamed, party of one

[notyourfate]

You are making a dire mistake. Fate cannot, should not, be contained. Indeed, Doctor Fate is needed in the world, but I am not needed in this world.

You will return me. You are allowing pain and suffering to rule in my absence. This is unacceptable.

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[starcrossed_hawk]

Unacceptable, Doc?

[notyourfate]

Nothing about this is acceptable. I have my duty; I cannot carry it out while trapped in this child's mind.

[starcrossed_hawk]

So bust out. Never known any cage to hold you.

[notyourfate]

[As much as it pains him to admit it...]

I cannot. Somehow, my magic has no effect.

[starcrossed_hawk]

Want me to hit it with the mace?

It would be the most exercise I've gotten in awhile.

[notyourfate]

If I have failed, I highly doubt anything can affect her.

[starcrossed_hawk]

You'd be surprised what a good blow to the head can do.

[Shrug.]

So what's in your future?

[notyourfate]

Nothing. I am reduced to a plaything.

[starcrossed_hawk]

Could be fun. Don't knock it 'til you try it.

/am completely not late this this shh

[backwordscompatible]

She is only delaying the inevitable.

Fate decrees that you are.

[notyourfate]

Indeed. But it seems I have been captured twice.

Fate can suck it

[backwordscompatible]

And for what purpose?

[notyourfate]

Amusement.

[backwordscompatible]

Something so trivial.

Of course. I should have expected as much.

[notyourfate]

To be subjected to such frivolities is beneath me, yet there is no way to escape.

[backwordscompatible]

I had not thought myself as one so willing to give in.

Times have changed.

[notyourfate]

Perhaps this is a new threat even I hadn't anticipated. A machination of the Lord of Chaos?

[klarion]

[Someone can't resist a jab.]

Looking good, Nabu. The weak-and-inept-host style suits you.

[notyourfate]

[omg rude this body is in mint condition.]

Klarion. I suppose a place like this is fitting for a Lord of Chaos.

[klarion]

[Phenomenally science-oriented in all its mint condition-ness!]

The only place not fitting for a Lord of Chaos is in that suffocating prison you like to call 'order.' [He grins, rocking on his heels restless.] But what can I say? A dumb kid like that is hardly a threat.

[notyourfate]

[Well yes.]

We shall see, Witch-Boy.

[klarion]

So predictable, with your "We shall see" and ominous foreboding. [He even wiggles his long fingers mockingly before flicking a fireball into existence.] You're still an old coot no matter who you're in.

[notyourfate]

And you are always the petulant child. [Bring it, Klarion. Bring it.]

[klarion]

[Teekl (who has totally been here the whole time, shhh) leaps from Klarion's shoulders as Klarion flicks the relatively-small fireball in Nabu's direction. It floats along at a lazy pace, giving Klarion time to point his index fingers and start firing off little red energy blasts.]

C'mon, you old geezer. Can you keep up?!

[notyourfate]

[Dodging out of the way with relative ease.]

Is that all you can do?