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JLA Watchtower RPG
It boots not to resist both wind and tide
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alt_minds2 From: alt_minds2 Date: September 16th, 2007 07:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
Another farm, another group of late night chores. This time, it's in California. "Brother" Joseph Cross, last survivor of the original five Commune founders is in his shed again, reading his scrapbooks and cleaning his medals. It's his penance more than anything.

He looks over to the stack of confiscated hero magazines and sighs. More kids - Commune kids - have been picking them up since those Titans came by. Worse is that the damn capes stole one of their own and drew her into what would be a violent life, a perpetuation of the same "might makes right" facism he rues to this day.

The object is in his shed, hovering.
From: jla_futures Date: September 16th, 2007 07:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
As Joseph approaches it, the image in one of its facets changes.

"You put that in the bonfire!" Victoria is arguing for the rules now, trying to keep order here.

"No! I'm not. They saved our lives, and saved this place. They're part of our history, and they weren't bad people."

Leaf is standing his ground. Luna's behind him. The kids are grown now, almost ready to walk off into the world. Once, it was pretty much assured that a child of the Commune would go out in the world, see what a corrupted, disgusting place it was, and return to the peace and joy of their home to marry and raise another generation committed to renouncing violence.

That is, until McKay's militia was sent to test their resolve and commitment to pacifism. The kids never had to put up with the FBI. They didn't live through the turmoil of Vietnam and the struggles that put the Commune here. The damn kids took it all for granted!

"They got Rainbow Collins killed, son," Joseph argues. He's an old man, and people are starting to question him. He hasn't been able to die, part of that "metahuman" curse he's got. Everything heals too quickly. His guts are still probably that of a 35-year-old.

"No, MCKAY and his asshole army got her killed. THEY saved us." Leaf gestures to the contraband magazine while his two-year-old looks on, confused.

"Leaf, we can't have that in front of the children." Gary Collins steps forward and snatches the younger man's wrist.

Leaf reacts and a solid punch lands on Gary's jaw. The first blow struck, the disagreeing members start to argue among themselves. Rocks get thrown, sticks turn into clubs.

And Joseph watches as his whole dream dies.
alt_minds2 From: alt_minds2 Date: September 16th, 2007 07:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
Joseph staggers back for a moment, then launches himself at this...thing.

But it only shows another aspect.
From: jla_futures Date: September 16th, 2007 07:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
The cities have been bombed to dust, the network grids are destroyed, and the roads are little more but asphalt slag.

But they survived.

Radiation sickness and a nuclear winter killed off about half of them, but others had come, weary and ready to renounce the foolishness of the world in favor of nonviolence.

Hard work and isolation had kept them out of the way while the world burned, destroying itself with bigger and bigger displays of swagger and attempts at dominance.

He is an old man, but he still feels young. The world belongs to them, and the refugees that come to their door are humbled, ready to accept life without war because of the atrocities they saw with their own eyes.

In the end, those who did not pick up the stone survived. The meek have indeed inherited the Earth.

And they will build it anew - a world where all knowledge of violence is locked away, where all human needs can be ritually addressed. This new world will know no sin greater than a man raising his hand in anger.

And Joseph feels as if he as atoned at last.
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