A/N - And so we... almost finish. Yup, although this is the second and final epilogue of 'Judgment Day', it is not the last of this fic. For indeed, we have more. And hopefully this Extended DVD package, which is chock full of extra goodies and hidden Easter Eggs, will help pacify those who have stuck with this fic for so long. Especially those who broke into my house last Thursday, beat me around the head with a wet haddock, and then left me senseless and tied to my chair with a post-it reading 'finish the damn fic' stuck to my forehead. Your excessively supportive standpoint has been noted, whoever you are.
However (dun, dun, duuuun!) the next couple of instalments of JD here on FF.net are not the only bonus I have on offer. You see, after many months of thinking and talking about it, I finally got off my rotund posterior and got my own website – with help, of course, since I'm HTML illiterate. And on this website, you can now find all the fanart from JD - including the inspirational stuff behind characters like Ariel and Grasshopper. The address can be found in my FF.net bio, and I hope y'all can find the time to visit - maybe even to leave a note in the Guest Book. And if anyone has fanart pertaining to JD, I now have a place to store it, both in my heart and on the 'Net. So this is an official appeal for any and all JD related fanart. Anybody out there, anybody at all, even a quick scribble on the back of your bus ticket will be praised and then put on display to be praised some more.
Shameless self-promotion over with, on to the last ever replies to those gorgeous people who left reviews to Epilogue I.
Nessie6 - One chapter and something more. Thanks very much for the repeated reviews, I value them more than you know.
Rurouni Tyriel - A happy ending you say? -Cue evil cackling- We shall see, O innocent one, we shall see...
DemonRogue13 - It's pretty much up to the individual reader's discretion concerning any previous Logan/Ororo. Personally, I always saw it as unrequited affection on both sides, but that's just me. You might want to interpret it differently.
Hootild - What do I mean by 'it's coming to a close'? I mean it's coming to a close. That's generally what 'coming to a close' means, isn't it? Good 'ol Red Eyes - I think Frakn Sinatra has some competition for his moniker... after a fashion. And as for Peter... well, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?
Angel of the Fallen Stars - Nope, sorry, but Romy is only slightly more likely than me dressing up in a gorilla suit and bunny ears, and then going door to door asking people if they want to buy once-owned office furniture in a fetching shade of lilac. And sorry for the gap in updates. I have no excuse other than it was end of semester at university, meaning exams, and a long period of being uninspired, meaning arsing about on the Internet and then realising that damn, I hadn't written those review replies yet again.
Ezrajade - It ain't over yet! See, more fic. Just look below. And yes, that was Remy on the bike. 'Cajun-Man, Cajun-Man, does whatever a Cajun can...'
BoxerMan - Thank you very much.
UnknownSource - Would that FF.net allowed more than two classifications at a time. But sadly, they don't, and so this shall have to remain 'Action/Adventure with a bunch of angst to boot'. Pertaining to the length and flow of the narrative, unfortunately that's a risk you run with multi-authored fiction. We started out with no idea where the plot would go, and as a result of several people's ideas it went like a shot, but was executed with some dragging of feet. Yes, it's definitely Wolfsbane instead of Rahne, here. She's always been one of my favourites, so she was fun to play with and explore. Apologies for the lack-of-Sam-and-other-NM, but it would have been just too convenient to be trekking across a whole country and only run across people you would have met anyway, given a different timeline. Ororo finally found some peace, and the other characters were willing to let her have that peace, even if it meant her leaving them. Think of it this way - she's with her family now. Her bloodline family, I should say. Pietro commented back when Kurt was shot in the... seating area that he's blue underneath. And as for the scene with Kurt and Robyn watching Remy ride towards the Lands of New Hope... I foresee a potential fanart, don't you? Who wants to draw that one and gain a place on my site, peoples? [/pleading]
Tenshiamanda - That was Remy on the motorcycle. He arrived in the previous epilogue.
The Phantom - I can sort of see what you mean about Alvin. However, it's more likely that I would be the one cowering on the sidelines, waiting for an Alvin with a trash can lid to come and protect me. And just to say farewell... stabbity-stabbity-stabbity-stab, may Shelob haunt your dreams forever more, sayeth I.
Gerri - Well, the saying is 'it's always darkest before the dawn'. Which is a pretty stupid saying, really, as it's actually rather light before the dawn. But yes; things had to turn into a big steaming pile of doggy-doo before Xavier's dream could properly be realised. I'm pleased somebody spotted that reference. -Pats Gerri on the back-
Cheesy Monkey - Beast Boy is my baby, and I just plain like Terra, despite her Mary-Sue tendencies. But since I started writing Teen Titans fanfic, Raven and Jinx have also found special places in my heart. Feh. I just want to know what they've done to Bumblebee in the forthcoming Season Three. Bring it on, sayeth I!
Ambrosia - Yes, your big long, gigantic, gargantuan, enormous, extremely large reviews do indeed scare me. But at the same time, they compel me to answer, because you're one of those reviewers who actually ask intelligent questions, and for a bossy cow like me that's right up my street. So I thank you for that. You may not be the only leaver of long reviews, but you indulge my pseudo-intelligent side. I think the dog you're thinking of is Pomeranian; that little ball of fluff that will take your hand off as soon as look at you. Pom is Australian slang for Englishperson, so a Pom Australian is an Englishperson now living down under. I'm English, though (as is shown by some of my odd spellings), so hail another sort-of Englishperson. Your guess is as good as mine concerning the Wanda's Babies thing. My Avengers trivia is sadly lacking. Looks at Angel explanation My brain hurts, now. I never really got into Angel, but I liked BtVS up to about Season Three/early Season Four when ... well, IMHO when it descended into the lower realms of craptitude, and I abandoned the series until recently, when I was struck by 90s nostalgia and went back to look at the odd Buffy-esque hairstyles. Pre-Evo can be whatever we want it to be, if we disregard some of the Udon comics. Which I frequently do. I'm with you on the Matrix thing, though. No way in hell am I wasting hours of my life watching those dismal cash-ins. Did I say cash-ins? I meant sequels. And I shall update OBAB forthwith, since you asked so nicely. Just let me work on some other ficcage first. -Sniff- I'm going to miss your reviews.
Yma - One year exactly since it was first released, Yma. Twenty months since we first started writing it. JD's come a long way since then, hasn't it?
Yuki - Since she's only five years old, Robyn's mutations at present are only physical - much like Kurt when he was young. Secondary powers, if any, would most likely surface around puberty, with all the hormones and rampant angst that comes with that emotional time of life. I'm glad you like the addition of Remy. Ready or not, here comes the Ragin' Cajun.
Spectra2 - Thank you very much. I treasure these reviews more than you could ever know.
Rageful Jewel - That's one hell of a pseudonym, you know. JD has no current website, but if someone were to take it upon him or herself to build one for it, I wouldn't say no. Fanart can be found at my personal site (listed in my FF.net bio), and any questions you have concerning the fic can be answered by email, if you like. As for Warren, yes, that crucified figure was him. Not that Our Heroes knew him, of course.
--------------------Some people say that the world was once a garden, a paradise in which man lived peacefully before he was destroyed through the mechanisms of a serpent. Some say that tale is just that - a story; a meaningless yarn spun for security in lieu of scientific discovery. Others say that there is a seed of truth in every myth.
All are correct.
The Gardener smiles down at his creation, pleased with his work. Almost everything has gone exactly the way he so carefully planned. He could not have asked for a better result.
Beneath him is stretched a holographic projection of the world, spherical and perfect in every detail. Currently it is focussed in on one tiny area - a beautiful patch of lush green in a desolate wasteland.
The land of the fallen Goddess.
The Gardener fingers something in his hand, and then brings it up to his face. He studies it, observing it's every detail. There is a thoughtful expression in his cold, black eyes.
It is a figurine, every feature and every facet made perfect by diligent attention to detail. Intricately carved from blue Lapis Lazuli, its tiny eyes are specks of gold leaf. The misshaped hands and digigrade legs making it look almost demonic in appearance.
"How far you have come, Kurt Wagner," the Gardener murmurs, turning the figurine over with bloodless fingers. "From the electro-magnetic pulse I used to break your holowatch, to the virus I helped create, to the cure I dispersed in the atmosphere; how very, very far you have come."
He carefully places the figurine down besides its companions, a large group of delicate statuettes, all carved out of different materials, all perfect to the tiniest detail. Laid out so, they almost resemble a chess set.
"How far you have all come," the Gardener says again. "But now... you are weary. You are tired of the long journey, of the endless tests. Do not worry, my children. This time of hardship is over. I have tilled the soil, rooted out the weeds, sown the seeds and watered them well. Now there is little more for me to do but wait. Wait and watch you grow. So grow, my children."
He reaches into the drawer of a table beside him and brings out five more figurines. Pressing a button on a nearby computer console, he adjusts the holographic image until it shows a space station carved into a gigantic asteroid. With the touch of another button he looks within it, into the many corridors of iron and steel, the many rooms and echoing chambers.
He places the five new figurines in front of those already standing. They are equally beautiful, equally faultless.
A girl with hair sculpted from ruby.
A boy with no hair.
A child with chips of ruby quartz for eyes.
A girl with hair carved of onyx.
A boy fashioned from jade, long limbs almost frog-like in appearance.
"Grow," he repeats. "Grow strong by the light of the sun and the moon. Grow tall and well. Grow for me, so that my work and toil might come to fruition. Grow, so that when you finally bloom..." his black lips twist into a dark grin, "I may reap the fruits of my long labours."
The road has been hard, but for now he is content to watch his garden grow. He knows full well that it will be many years before he can revisit this part of his garden, but this does not worry him. Mr. Sinister is nothing if not a patient man.
And so he sits back, waiting for the inevitable harvest.
Waiting for Judgment Day.