MUSE: Ezra Keter
— basics
▸ is your muse tall/short/average?
5'9", so right about average!
▸ are they okay with their height?
Most of the time, he doesn't think about it too much. Other times, someone taller walks by him, and he's suddenly mourning the fact that he doesn't have an extra inch or two. Really! He'd be happy with even one more inch! He promises!
▸ what’s their hair like?
Deep black, with a soft, but noticeable wave to it that gives it a decent bit of body. He's lucky enough to be able to just roll out of bed, brush through it real fast, and throw it in a ponytail or bun, and look perfectly fine. Fluctuates between being right around his nape, and being in line with the bottom of his shoulder blades. He doesn't get it cut often, so he tends to have it cut short, each time he goes in. Very soft and silky, so it doesn't lend itself to styling very well.
▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/with their grooming?
Not really. He has a basic routine, but he's never really wanted to waste his time with any tedious beauty routines or anything like that. Plus, he doesn't know much about that kind of thing, so he wouldn't even know where to start!
▸ does your muse care about their appearance?
...Again, not really. He cares enough to look presentable most of the time, but at the same time, he really doesn't care if he has a day off and rolls up to the grocery store down the street to grab sandwich stuff or an instant meal in his pajamas real fast. Though I guess that's pretty much sweatpants and a t-shirt, so it's not especially odd.
▸ does your muse care about what others think about them?
Very much so. Ezra can be really sensitive about how other people think of him. Not to the point that, if someone doesn't really care for him, it'll ruin his day, but if someone is afraid of him? If someone says something even a little mean about him? He'll try to brush it off, or dismiss it with a laugh, but chances are that's going to stick with him the rest of the day.
— preferences
▸ indoors or outdoors? Outdoors
▸ rain or sunshine? Sunshine. He can't really go out in the rain all that much without ending up sick...though he does like listening to/watching the rain!
▸ forest or beach? I'm thinking forest, if only because he doesn't like crowded places, and the beach can get pretty crowded at times.
▸ precious metals or gems? Precious metals, if he absolutely had to choose. Really, he doesn't care much about either one, though.
▸ flowers or perfumes? Flowers
▸ personality or appearance? Personality
▸ being alone or being in a crowd? Being alone
▸ order or anarchy? Order
▸ painful truths or white lies? Painful truths
▸ science or magic? Magic
▸ peace or conflict? Peace
▸ night or day? Day
▸ dusk or dawn? Dusk
▸ warmth or cold? Warmth
▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? Few close friends
▸ reading or playing a game? Playing a game
— questionnaire
▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits?
Critical and demanding of himself. Even when he's sick, he'll try to push himself to do things, partly because he gets antsy, and partly to avoid feeling useless. Stubborn. Gets addicted to things pretty easily, and because of that, it's hard for him to avoid dangerous or risky situations if he's done something similar before and enjoyed it. Gives people too many chances.
▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them?
He has. It can make him get a little...frantic in his need to watch out for the people close to him, at times. He just wants his friends and loved ones to be safe, and happy. He's afraid of losing any more than he already has.
▸ what are some fond memories your muse has?
Most of them are going to be with his family and friends. Being able to spend time with Levana is always a bright spot for him, since they can't be around each other often/for long periods of time. Meeting Sarakael in each life is another one. A lot of memories that stick with him especially vividly have music incorporated in them somehow, too!
▸ is it easy for your muse to kill?
Absolutely not. At least, when he's in control of his curse. Ezra will, even in a life or death fight, try everything he can to avoid killing someone. If it's the only option, or it absolutely comes down to "I'm about to die if I don't act right now", then he will...but it'd only be as a last resort.
▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down?
His curse would activate. High amounts of stress, or an especially volatile emotional state in general will lead to that. So a full on breakdown? Yeah, he'd absolutely be falling into the curse.
▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life?
Yes, though that would also mean trusting that they'll be able to handle him when he loses control...which is enough to make him reluctant. He'd still trust them, but if he were ever to hurt someone that he trusted that much, even accidentally? He'd never let himself live it down.
▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love?
Very soft and affectionate. Constantly talking to them because they make him feel good, going out of his way to do or get nice things for them. He's a very sunny person normally, but he's anywhere near the person/people he loves? It would draw pretty much anyone's attention with how much he would just be radiating happiness and adoration.
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scene 5: to win a war, fight the battles
continuation of tim's arch nemesis
Tim had done his research. He was a Bat after all. Mr. Nolan was infamous for handing out the most difficult assignment right after midterm, weighing a heaping 40% of their final grade. Physics class had never been of much interest to Tim, he found it straightforward and elementary compared to the many projects he’s committed himself to as a Bat, and member of the Young Justice League. And it just so happened to be the only classes Tim shared with one Daniel James Fenton for the semester.
While Tim’s fellow classmates groaned at the announcement Mr. Nolan made, Tim’s knew his fate for the next three weeks was decided. He’d stayed up extra late completing his last case, and had even let his finger break so he could be off patrol without suspicion. Only his pinky of course, but enough for it to count. Despite all of Tim’s meticulous preparation for the assignment, he could only find the requirements with the rest of his class.
Tim had considered hacking into the system and finding all of Mr.Nolan’s notes for this assignment. The reason he hadn’t done it wasn’t because he couldn’t - the school’s firewalls were a joke - but because that would mean he was admitting that the only way he could beat Daniel James Fenton was to use underhanded tactics. And that was not a defeat Tim would take.
Tim listened closely as Mr.Nolan explained how this semester’s project would consist of him and an assigned partner creating a model using any of the physics topics they had covered throughout the semester and present it on the due date. They had till the next class to submit a formal proposal of their topic. Simple enough.
There was just one liability in Tim’s way now: the assigned partner. Normally Tim wouldn’t have been so worried, after all this class was for the advanced students in an already competitive school. But this time was different. This time Tim had a goal. He needed to annihilate Daniel.
“The partners for this project will be on the screen, I suggest you all get comfortable because you’ll be seeing each other a lot for the remainder of the semester.” As the projector flickered to life it dawned the document that would make or break Tim’s future.
There were 36 students in their class, a perfect even number. Discluding Tim there were 35 other students. Daniel was simply one- one- of the 35. There was a measly 3% chance they would be paired.
And yet.
And yet, there it was. Printed clearly in front of Tim’s eyes.
Timothy Drake - Daniel Fenton
In a moment of insurgence, Tim raised his hand, “Sir, I would like to change partners.” There wasn’t anyone in particular Tim would rather be paired with, but he could not have his plans mutilated by such a catastrophe.
Mr. Nolan raised a brow at Tim, “Is there a reason in particular, Mr. Drake?”
Tim hesitated. He had no qualms with telling Mr.Nolan the reason, but if he were to say it in front of the whole class with Daniel present he would lose the element of surprise. “No, sir.”
Mr. Nolan leaned back onto the podium, “Is there someone else you would prefer to work with then, Mr. Drake?”
In pure humiliation, “No, sir.”
“Well I’m glad to see I’ve made a suitable match.” Mr.Nolan concluded with finality, “Any other questions, Mr. Drake?”
“Are we graded individually or together?” Tim clung to his last tether of hope like a lifeline.
Unequivocally and mercilessly Mr. Nolan crushed Tim’s very being. “Together.” Tim sunk into his seat. He had become his own worst enemy. Tim ignored the confused look Daniel sent him from the other side of the classroom, saving himself the disgrace. “Any other question?” Mr.Nolan asked the class.
There was still a way for him to crush Daniel under his steel toed Red Robin boots. Tim would simply overpower Daniel with his superior skills and intellect, and make it unquestionably clear that it was Tim who had gotten them the perfect score. A year - 5 - 10 years from now this would be the memory that woke Daniel up in cold sweat in the middle of the night.
Psychological warfare. Tim’s specialty.
Once Mr.Nolan gave them the signal to disperse into their groups Tim met Daniel halfway between the two ends of the room where they sat.
“Uh, Tim, right?” Daniel asked with an awkward wanna-be polite smile.
“Yes, nice to meet you.” Tim flashed a smile he had perfected at the years of gala’s and business meetings he’d attended. Disarming, and charming. The perfect set up to sweep the enemy from under their feet. “Daniel, I believe.” A casual show of power, usually brushed off as unintentional. It was fully intentional.
“Danny’s fine.” He corrected with what must have been an attempt at an unassuming smile. Tim knew better, Danny would be ruthless in his attempt to permanently upsurge Tim from beautifully satiating first place. “So any ideas on what we should do our assignment on?”
Danny’s coup would not be successful for Tim had come prepared. “We could reconfigure an airplane for better aerodynamics.” Tim had gone through great lengths to research and develop that about a month ago for the Bat Plane, and if he dumbed it down slightly it should pass for a civilian.
Danny considered the idea for a moment, with the barest head nod. Victory was in Tim’s grasp now. “We could change the wingspan and nose shape of it and then widen the back fins for a more acute directional accuracy.” He offered easily. Tim blinked, that was supposed to be his line, where he would prove his superiority with the knowledge he’d already acquired. Victory, it turned out, was like a handful of sand that would, despite all efforts, spill through his fingers. “It seems easy enough.”
“Did you have any ideas?” Tim asked testingly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Not really, but I thought it would be cool to try one of Tesla’s ideas. Nikola Tesla’s, I mean. The one off the top of my head is the thought camera.” Danny rambled with his hands.
Tim may have admitted that he felt a bit inspired at the idea of mimicking and improving on one of Tesla’s ideas, if it hadn’t been proposed by Danny. “The thought camera?” Tim echoed incredulously, formulating the perfect eyebrow raise to show his distaste.
Danny seemed undeterred, and was instead studying the rubric Mr.Nolan had left open on the board. “Yeah, I’m not a huge fan of that one either,” He said offhandedly, “I was just spitballing.”
This would’ve been the perfect opening for Tim to intercede with the perfect idea. As a Bat, Tim of all people should know the importance of always being ready and well informed of any situation that may arise. Yet here he was, unprepared. Resiliently, Tim pulled out his phone and searched up potential suggestions. Danny peaked over to look as well.
“The wireless energy transmitter seems like a good idea. If we proportionally scale it down we could have a fully functioning model.” Tim declared victoriously to his partner, who couldn't help but be on board with his amazing idea.
Tim had already won the first battle, and the war would soon be over with Tim’s overwhelming conqueror of the first place position.
Bouncing off of Tim’s original idea, the team had already procured a rough sketch of their model, and had designated a day to gather their supplies.
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Howard watched as his student’s chattering meshed into one indistinguishable sound. Howard through his past researching with other professionals in varying stages of their career, and teaching college students of various majors and life goals had become astute as discerning a person’s potential. He was aware his current students, now only between the ages of fifteen and nineteen, would not appreciate his sentiment on grading them on a scale of what he believed their personal best to be. Leading to his infamous profile through the halls of Gotham Academy.
Over his cumulative professional careers there was perhaps only a handful that Howard predicted to hold greatness. His visions always came to fruition as the sapling students of science and research once under his care, blossomed into leaders in their fields with headlining research papers under their name. And when Howard did find himself in the possessions of those saplings he made sure to nurture their growth as much as he could.
It just so happened this year Howard found himself with two.
There was one who Howard had heard whispers of in the teacher’s lounge. Tim Drake always sat in class with a bored castover look, ready with the perfect answer when tested as if he were the one with the PhD. Tim completed all his assignments with a stern perfection, always unchallenged with the material no matter how difficult his peers seemed to find it.
It only was Danny Fenton’s second year attending the Academy, and there were only a few that knew him as a student, but they were not stingy with their praises. In the first week of class Howard had found him unassuming, scribbling what Howard had assumed to be notes like his peers throughout class. He was swiftly corrected when Danny came to him, after class one day, frazzled over something in his book. Howard, always ready to help a student, welcomed him graciously. In the book Howard did not find scribbled notes of inertia and energy, but a diagram- more accurately a blueprint- of an archimedes engine applied for a re-designed drag car.
Howard watched the first spark of intrigue be kindled between the two with deep satisfaction.
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I think people sleep on this moment in the Odyssey...
If I'm wrong, not getting full context, or see something that isn't there, feel free to give evidence to explain why.
Here he crept under a pair of bushes, one an olive, the other a wild olive, which grew from the same stem with their branches so closely intertwined that when the winds blew moist not a breath could get inside, nor could the rain soak right through to the earth.
(Book 5, Rieu)
I think this is about Penelope and him.
Obviously, their marriage bed is made from an Olive tree. If it's just about Athena then why are there two mentioned? Why did Homer mention two when he could've just said he took refuge under one? Or a completely different type of tree? Why mention them being intertwined?
One an olive: Penelope, who has been with society and "safe" in Ithaca ("Safe" because of the suitors)
One wild: Odysseus, who has dealt with literal monsters and immortals and has just escaped from Calypso. Literally naked and filthy, a "wild man".
"which grew from the same stem with their branches": Them both being together at first, before being separated.
"so closely intertwined that when the winds blew moist not a breath could get inside, nor could the rain soak right through to the earth.": Despite being separated, they are still "intertwined". Whether you want to think of it as them being likeminded or simply connected, even though they are apart, nothing could get in between them. 🥺
I don't know what else Homer could be referring to other than them.
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