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Jonathan Sims	It's not as stupidly hot across New York as it's been for the past few days, with thunderstorms expected to roll in over the evening and break the heat. At the moment, though, the clouds are just a threatening mass off in the distance. Jon's secured things on the balcony and brought in one of the more delicate plants that really should have been inside already.     He's the only one in the living room for the moment--besides a black and red Maine Coon lounging atop a cat tower--and he's sitting on the couch, carefully planting catnip seeds in little seed starter circles while listening to something through his earbuds. Not so loud he can't hear anything else, of course.
Garfield Logan	The conversation with Terry was not a particularly good one for Garfield Logan, otherwise known as Beast Boy. Which conversation? Why, the one about the cartel members and the two that were left to die in the Gobi Desert. It ended with Terry going to retrieve them and take them to Arkham Asylum. That was the good part. The bad? That he took them there to begin with. It led into a close look at morality and all that came with it, but Terry wasn't the only one Gar needed to have a talking-to with about it. No, that included the one who helped Terry make that decision in the first place. Putting Titans resources to use, which might be questionable in its own right (he could have just asked Terry, probably), Gar got an address in the Manhattan area of New York City, and upon figuring out the right place he went inside to check the apartment number. Rather than simply knocking, he did something unconventional: he went /back/ outside, flew up to the high-rise as a green pigeon, and landed on the balcony. That is how Jonathan would come to hear a tap-tap-tapping at the window.
Jonathan Sims	Jon hears the tapping over the song he's listening to and pulls the earbud out, allowing Pink Floyd's 'The Wall, Part 2' to be heard as he peers around for the source of the noise. A pigeon tapping on the window gets barely a glance... but then he does a double-take. That's a /green/ pigeon. Which is... weird.     After a brief moment of furrowed brow, Jon gets up and goes over to open the balcony door. "Ahh... hello? Can I help you?" If the pigeon is just a pigeon that's had an unfortunate accident with a dye vat, it won't answer. Probably.
Garfield Logan	Strangely enough, the pigeon is tapping in a specific rhythm. Shave and a Haircut. What Is Love? Never Gonna Give You Up. The door is opened up before the bird gets too far into that one, thankfully enough. Said pigeon waddles right inside the main room, acting like it owns the place before it looks up at Jon with a quizzical look on its pigeon face. "That all depends," it says in a voice that might be familiar. "Got anything good in here? I flew all the way from Metropolis, and boy are my wings tired!"
Jonathan Sims	Jon blinks down at the pigeon for a moment. "Oh... oh! Ahh, Garfield Logan, yes? I... think we met, once. A trip to Wonderland." The talking pigeon isn't half so flustering as one of the Titans in his living room. Terry doesn't /quite/ count. Terry's a new Titan, and a friend besides.     He goes to close the door, and says, "We have water, and juice... umm... coffee? Tea?" A faint chuckle. "No birdseed, I'm afraid, we don't exactly..." He eyes the cat, who's eyeing Gar, although she doesn't hop down off her new tower to investigate the bird. Not /yet/ anyway. Surely he smells different than he should.
Garfield Logan	If the cat /does/ decide to approach, well, the pigeon isn't a pigeon for very long. It morphs back into Beast Boy, complete with his current red and white costume. No Cheshire Cat at the moment, which Jonathan might not even be aware of the developments with. "Yeah. Wonderland. With the Caterpillar and the slugs and all that," he says, moving over to approach the Maine Coon with a hand out, to see how it reacts. "You know, Terry didn't tell me, but how did you guys meet each other? And sorry for just waltzing in like this, but it's kind of important." He came in seemingly joking around, but his mood is a bit more..serious than usual. Some attention is directed toward the altar with the Egyptian influence.
Jonathan Sims	The cat leans forward a bit to sniff at the offered hand. She seems like a friendly enough cat, as she neither bites nor hisses, but butts at the proferred hand to as if for pets. There's a reason Maine Coons are called the dogs of the cat world, after all.     Jon smiles fondly at the cat and turns off the music on his phone, saying, "Ahh... at the first official recognition of the Justice League Dark, actually. Donna Troy and Diana Prince and Batman were there as Justice League representatives--well, Donna for the Titans, I suppose. At the Laughing Magician, in Hell's Kitchen. Terry burst in pursued by a group of dogs and got glitter all over me." He chuckles, evidently finding the memory not nearly so upsetting as most people would.     "We didn't really get to know each other until the siege of Manhattan, though. We came by the Tower to talk to the Titans about Caitlin Fairchild--ahh, we being my girlfriend, Cael Becker, and I--and he was... not best pleased with what he heard. He wound up being quite key to the whole business, really. Why do you ask?"
Garfield Logan	Gar Logan gives the cat a few moments of attention. Ears, cheeks, beneath the chin, then one long pet down the back of the body and past the tip of the tail before he turns away to face Jon again, arms crossing lightly as he listens. "Glitter. Yeah, that sounds about right," is the first thing he says before adding, "I don't know much about that group. Guess I've never really asked anybody." The mention of the other Titans draws a brief nod, but there's no real mention to that part. At the question asked of him, he rubs the back of his neck. Terry knows it as a tell, but Jon might not. Maybe he has an idea if others do the same thing. The hand then jerks a thumb toward the alter. "Tell me about you, and Ma'at, and..you know. Whatever happens with all that." It's more a request than a question.
Jonathan Sims	Jon... blinks. "Ummm..." He looks at the altar with a frown. It's tidy, but not because he's been keeping it that way. Abruptly, he walks back to the couch and sits down, mood suddenly shifting from vaguely baffled host to something more dark and sour.     "I am her avatar. I was dead, and I needed a body to come back to life, and in order to come back I chose to serve Ma'at instead of merging with Osiris. I mean... I served her before all of that. The Archivists served Thoth, technically, but also Ma'at. I didn't really get a say in that, but..." He shrugs. "At any rate. Being an avatar means... she gives me power, and I carry out her will in the world. Striving for balance and justice. Order. Which is why Terry's glitter affects me like it does."     They glower at the table. "Essentially, she gets to use me as a tool for whatever purpose she needs. But, well, at least I'm alive, right?" They shake their head.     After a moment, "What is this about? Is Terry okay?"
Garfield Logan	Everyone knows Beast Boy as the happy-go-lucky guy who's always smiling, cracking jokes, and doing silly things. When he gets serious, it can come off a few different ways. Forced, sincere, awkward, concerning. This is a blend of all of those types of things. His expressions give away the difficulty there is in dealing with this, and his eyes betray the troubled thoughts in his head. "Okay, so I don't really know a lot about Egyptian gods and avatars and all that. Terry's got the Cheshire Cat and that's kind of the same but not. This sounds like some magical reincarnation stuff, and.." He waves at the talk with a hand, a frown marring his features. The tidbit about Terry's glitter apparently messing with Jon is noted, squinted at, but left untouched. Maybe it's a chaos vs. order thing. "No, in fact, he's not. He snuck back in from that business with the cartel, but I was home. He told me all about it, and he was shaken up. The way he was talking, you or Ma'at or whoever was in control decided they needed justice, and a part of him wanted to deal with it, and you let him instead of handling it yourself. Is that how it went?" His voice is strangely low as he asks this, like he's trying to hold his emotions in check.
Jonathan Sims	Jon frowns at the table. Somehow that all feels so terribly long ago. Their eyes go distant for a moment.     "I healed one of the two men, and then took their statements." There's a tone almost like recitation. "They were... awful, but I gave them a chance. We've started... the Archivists used to just kill whoever was deemed unworthy, but Ma'at takes her Feather now, shows them the effect they've had on people. Pain, love, loss, joy. It hasn't really worked yet. They didn't feel any remorse for the misery and suffering they've caused."     He rubs at his face. "But I'd /healed/ one of them. I... I couldn't... /kill/ him, when I'd just healed him. And I didn't... how would a forced confession hold up in a court of law? What good does sending men like that to prison do, anyway? I don't... trust the justice system. It fails, constantly. Men like that, when they don't die in prison they just get power there. People who shouldn't be locked up, who need /help/, are given overly long sentences. People who've done terrible things walk free. I shouldn't have..." The hands scrub through his hair. "I shouldn't have asked someone else to do it. But I just... I can't do the most /basic/ thing the Archivist is supposed to do. I can't /kill/ people. Cael convinced Ma'at to stop having the gods channel the power through me, which means /I'm/ doing it, and I just..."     He shakes his head. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I... Terry should have... fuck."
Garfield Logan	To his credit, Gar does not interrupt Jon, or Ma'at, or the Archivist. Whoever's doing the actual talking right now, be it him or through him. There are things to unpack here, and even as he's hearing them he's also figuring out what, exactly, he wants or needs to say next. The first thing? "The Titans aren't killers. At least, not most of us, and definitely not of people, no matter what they've done. Oh, I've /wanted/ to before, especially when I'm a tiger or something like that, but I know that's not the right way. And Terry's too nice to be that kind of person." He sighs, fiddling with his fingers, which even now are tipped with nails that hint more at claws than not. "There are a lot of bad people out there, but justice isn't always what some..some /god/ or whatever from ages ago says it is. I believe they're bad people, and they'd hurt and kill others again if they had the chance, but killing them isn't our decision. We don't have that right. I'm sorry, but if you're being told what to do, or given the choice and you leave it for someone else to do it for you, then maybe you're not the right person to be making decisions like that. And maybe that's not a bad thing." He grimaces, and he doesn't look great when he frowns. "Yeah, courts and judges and some of the laws out there, they suck. They're not fair. But we can't just decide these kinds of things on our own. Not if we want to have a chance to get to a better place with all of it. After we talked, Terry went back and got them out, and he dropped them at Arkham. If they get out, we'll make sure this time they go back for something that can be proven, that'll stick." He's treading a fine line between scolding, chiding, and trying to be sensible, compared to just yelling and making threats. What good would that do? "Justice isn't always what we think it is, and we might not agree with it, but we have to respect the way it works until we can make it work better. But if you /have/ to deal justice /that/ way, you can't leave it to someone else when it's your responsibility," he finishes. "If you can't kill someone, that's fine. That's good. You don't have to. But don't let someone else do it for you."
Jonathan Sims	Jon sighs. "I don't think you quite... Ma'at /is/ justice. Literally. She is the embodiment of the concept of justice. And I think, perhaps, she's... struggling with it herself. With... she hasn't had a direct avatar in five thousand years. Ma'at is to justice what... I don't know... Zeus or Thor is to thunder. That's literally her whole... thing. But unlike thunder, justice... /changes/." He frowns. "I suppose it must be difficult to adjust to the concept of justice in a democracy instead of a monarchy."     He looks down at his palms, and rubs them on his jeans. "The Archivist was created, originally, to deal with beings that prisons can't hold. Gods, demons, angels. I'm really not supposed to be dealing with mortals, and I probably shouldn't, but even then... why kill /anything/, unless I must? Where's the line, where something dies because we can't contain it? If we're giving mortals endless chances to reform, why not a god? What's the difference, except in power?" A sigh. "This is what I /am/, now. It's not what I want to be, but it's what I am. It's what my family's been, for thousands of years. Judge, jury, executioner for the gods of Egypt." He glances over at the altar with a frown. "Trust me, if I could give it up, I would, but there are people who don't want me to be dead."     They reach up to press their palms against their eyes. "But... you're right. I shouldn't have asked anyone else to..." A long huff of breath. "I messed up, there. I was in charge, and I shouldn't have passed on the responsibility. I'd say Arkham is the /worst/ place to put /anyone/... I used to work there, actually. It's awful. But I suppose it's better than..."     He pulls down his hands and peers at Gar. "I should apologize to Terry. This is my struggle, not his."
Garfield Logan	"Nah, dude. Ma'at is /old/ justice. And like you just said, justice changes. Things were different then. Maybe they're the same in some countries, but wherever we have laws and courts and juries, that's the justice we're supposed to go by," Gar explains, maybe not saying anything new, but sometimes it being said aloud brings more emphasis to the point. "And if Ma'at's in there listening - I don't know how that works - you need to get with the times, lady. Stream a TV show. Play tennis. Get some funnel cake at the boardwalk. Go touch grass." If he's talking to a god in a way that might endanger him, hell - he knows Raven. Beast Boy continues, a palm of his own up, "I'm sure it's hard on you, and I'm not trying to act like I'd be doing any better. We were back in Wonderland and I got the Cheshire while trying to save Vorpal's life. It's a long story, and it's weird as hell, but I'm learning how to handle it. Terry's helping. Anyway, you're right. These are dickheads, but they're normal people, not gods or demons or whatever. You said it. Why kill anyone unless you don't have any other choice? I'd only use it in self-defense, if I can't avoid it. It's gotta be worse for someone to spend the rest of his life in prison with nothing to do except stare at walls, instead of you just doing..whatever you would." A brow shifts upward when Jon shares that he's actually worked at Arkham, leading to a faint 'Huh' out of him, but he lets it go. "Yeah, the gods of Egypt aren't the gods of everywhere. Sorry, gods. You're just gonna have to deal with that. But you're right. You should apologize to him. I hope you can balance all of this stuff out. And, you know, maybe you can make up for it by helping us again in Wonderland if we need you. And if you're thinking about this because it makes you question stuff, maybe you're the right one for it after all."
Jonathan Sims	"She's giving me a vacation, just now. I'm... rather upset with her. For entirely other reasons." Jon shrugs. "I generally agree that as imperfect as it is the justice system is the one we have, but modern courts /can't/ really handle... demons. Gods. How do you haul a Hell Lord before a mortal court? Trust me, I know one. She'd /never/ bow to mortal justice. And... in future, that's where it ought to stay. It's just... Cael went to Duat, when she died. She'll go back there, when she dies for good. She /asked/ for that. The gods saw going after the people who ordered the hit as a /favor/ to her. As protecting her, now that they've claimed her as their own." He rubs at his face. "Otherwise, they stay well out of mortal business. But like I said, my personal trouble is that I don't really see Thor or Beelzebub as inherently... /different/ than a mortal. If there's a soul for me to judge, they deserve the same considerations, in my mind. So if I'm not killing mortals..."     He sighs and shakes his head, leans back on the couch to stare up at the ceiling. "But that's... my personal trouble. I've killed two men now, one in the heat of battle and one using Sekhmet's power, and it's /eating/ at me. I... I'm a healer. I /want/ to be a healer. I don't want to be... this." He huffs out a breath.     "My daughter always looked up to you guys, you know? The Titans, I mean. Troia was her favorite, but she had posters of the whole team. She'd be furious I was /killing/ people." A pause. "Well, the older one. The younger one has Sekhmet's blood. She's a little more... ruthless. I'm hoping I can moderate that, some."     He looks around, then, and adds, "I was certainly intending to help with Wonderland further, if I could. I've been studying it, actually. But... I'll come by and apologize. Thank you for... thank you for letting me know. I expect Terry would've just let it go without ever saying how much it bothered him." A frown. "I wish he wouldn't. I wish he'd... he's a good person. He should stick to his morals."
Garfield Logan	Gar Logan shrugs. "Demons and stuff like that on trial in a court meant for regular people? You don't. You can't. That's not even the same thing. They /are/ different. But if you have a choice, as long as you make the decisions in the end, be what you need to be. Heal people if you can. Help them. Make sure they end up behind bars if that's the right thing. I can tell you don't want to kill someone unless you really have to, so do it that way." He says nothing about Cael and Duat, not really knowing anything about that. Seems complicated. Hearing of daughters, one seemingly normal, the other with..a god's blood in her? Beast Boy manages a smile. "Well, bring them by sometime, or maybe we can come see them when some of this stuff settles down. You know, take some pictures, have some cake, make them smile. Anyway, I didn't come here to read you the riot act or tell you you suck, but I had to let you know about Terry. A couple years ago, this was all new to him, and he can do a lot more stuff now but I'm..kind of still looking out for him, you know? Maybe both of you can talk about this now that you know it's a thing." He gives the altar one more look, then the cat, and adds, "I'm gonna get out of here now. So, see you around? I can take the balcony again."
Jonathan Sims	"Lyra's dead," Jon says, a catch in his voice. "Four years gone, now. But, umm. I'll bring Agnes 'round sometime. She kept Lyra's posters. I think she'd love Terry's autograph."     Jon pushes himself up off the couch and nods, going to open the door politely. Look, just because a guy came in by balcony doesn't mean he isn't a guest. "I promise I'll do better by Terry, when he's with the JLD. Better by you all. I'm newer to this than he is, but I'm older, and in charge, I ought to be..." He sighs and shakes his head.     "Anyway. Thank you for coming by, truly. I'll get in touch with Terry. You've given me a lot to think about. And I'll... pass your message along to Ma'at, when I'm talking to her again. You'd be surprised what she'll listen to."
Garfield Logan	Gar Logan winces, and rubs his temples. "I thought maybe she was just..somewhere..damn. I'm sorry." Apology needed or not, his shoulders slump for a moment, but he picks it back up before it gets much worse. "Yeah. Agnes? Right. Soon." He's a little faster in making for the door with it being the decided way of exiting this time. "Hey, look. We've all been in tough spots before. But we figure it out, right?" Unless they don't, but that's not what he's trying to say. He extends a hand for a fistbump, at least, nodding before being on his way. "Thanks for listening to me. I'll be rooting for you."