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Is this from an existing fanfic?
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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- Greece
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- Leeds
Chriss6666 is correct, it is the Seventh Horcrux.
The basic premises of the story are a) is that a horcrux keeps its memories and thus baby harry remembers being Voldemort and becomes convinced he is Voldy, and b) Voldemort started the whole wizarding war when drunk after being rejected from a job interview and was too proud to back down and thus we see a very unusual characterisation.
It is very interesting.
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- Greece
Also the reason Riddle made Horcruxes was because he figured being immortal would be a necessity to survive the deathtrap that is Hogwarts
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- Leeds
Between the staircases, what happened to the Perks girl and magical trunks who can blame him?
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- United STates
Oh my god, someone has to write this! I don't care whether Mr. Zoat adds it in in acquiescence to our requests for more team bonding or someone here decides they like the idea and pick it up, but this has to exist somewhere!
If anyone does try to do something with it, send me a message please?
If anyone does try to do something with it, send me a message please?
A Star Reborn (part 1)
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- Hampden Park
12th April
15:43 GMT -6
"OOOOphF!"
Guy goes flying backwards, slamming into the rocky ground below us as Jordan moves his hammer construct back into the guard position. We spend a moment watching Guy unsteadily pull himself out of the resulting crater as the people in the stands cheer.
"Heh." Jordan doesn't quite take his eyes off his fallen sparring partner, but he does glance my way. "Guess I don't need this as much as you thought."
I frown. "Sorry, he's… Usually a lot better than this." I cup my right hand against my mouth. "Guy, you alright?!" He waves me off with his right hand, before shaking his head to try and clear out the cobwebs. Or perhaps to chase away the circling birds.
"Maybe you're not as good as you think either." He smirks. "I mean, if that's the best you've ever sparred against…"
"Bet you a power ring?"
The hammer dissipates. "Hey, I'm just saying-."
"Guy." The man in question gives his head one last shake before looking up at me. "Jammer and countdown."
Jordan hasn't come remotely close to mastering short range FTL hops so there's not really much point practising with them beyond what I need to in order to emphasise that he really needs to. And I'll freely admit, my skill in purely construct combat is a little below par. I mean, if I can't do better than a flipping boxing glove, that's just embarrassing.
A glowing green set of grid lights appears in the air above us, horns honking as the first set of lights shine a dull green. Jordan and I switch our attention to totally focusing on one another. Another horn blast and the second set of lights comes on. Immediately I generate construct armour while Jordan flies backwards to maximise the distance between us. A third horn blast and I fly towards Jordan at high speed while he swings his right arm in a punching motion and generates a swarm of boxing glove constructs, grinning confidently as he sends them at me.
Flak gun constructs appear on my shoulders and bolts of orange energy meet and disintegrate each one. A simple scan shows him generating a baseball bat construct while my vision is obscured… He's actually holding it in his hands. Numpty. I send thin filaments out from me in all directions, reaching out for any green light they might encounter.
He swings just as my guns destroy the last boxing glove. To be fair to him, at least he tried to conceal what he was doing. I'm only going to have half a second to respond before I join Guy in eating desert.
Half a real second.
Time slows as the bat brushes my filament fronds and I focus on making the bat construct mine. They latch on and it begins changing colour. I increase the amount of glow that my construct armour is putting out, in the hope that doing so will prevent him from reacting for a fraction of a second longer. The flak gun on my right shoulder changes into a laser and fires a twin shot at his eyes as a further distraction even as I jink around the bat I'm already more in control of than he is.
Then I have the bat extend its bindings around his hands and start swinging him around the sky.
His environmental shield should prevent him feeling dizzy, but from personal experience I know that it's still quite a disorientating process. He keeps his head in the game and forms a knife construct to try cutting through his own usurped bat. He'll be through in a moment, so I generate a construct boxing glove of my own and spin him in my direction before dissipating the bat. He gets a half-second of staring in shock before the construct leather meets his forehead.
A stunning blow, but thanks to his environmental shield not a knockout one. Filaments latch on and begin usurping his environmental shield while yanking him hither and thither. A simple impact pulse to the usurped patch over his abdomen has him doubling over, air rushing from his lungs. Again, he doesn't exactly need to breathe, but Human instinctive responses work in a certain way. I use his distraction to generate a large and very solid snake construct directly above him and bring it down fast!
"Alert! Incoming-."
He gets just enough warning to look upwards before it slams into him snout first and conveys him into the ground at speed, sending a plume of grit and dusts upwards and earning me a cheer from the crowd.
"Aaaaaand winnerrrrr!" Guy gives me a respectful nod as he floats closer. "That wasn't.. actually the big snake though, right?"
"Of course not. Her head's narrower than that."
"Good t'know."
I remove the snake construct to allow Jordan to check himself for injuries. "You seemed.. kind of out of the game today."
"Ye-ah." Guy looks more embarrassed than anything. "Haven't been sleepin' too good lately. Head's like it's fulla cotton wool. Dunno why. I'd blame Tora-"
"Please don't."
"-but it ain't that."
"If you're actually ill…"
He shakes his head and Jordan flies towards us. "Nah, I'll just… Take some Tylerol and have an early night."
"Okay, well, I need to go and pick up Zatanna-" Guy snorts. "-so since you're not exactly fighting fit we should-."
Jordan's ring flashes, and his face takes on a vacant expression for a moment. "Sorry guys. Duty calls." He rockets upwards towards the edge of the atmosphere.
I shrug. "Okay, well, take it easy, Guy. I'll see you Saturday."
"Yeah." I can see how much he dislikes having made a poor showing against Jordan. "You too."
12th April
16:47 GMT -5
I appear in front of Shadowcrest. No need to go for low impact here, this is known superhero territory. Zatanna smiles up at me, still in her school uniform. "Ready to go?"
She nods excitedly. "Oh yeah." She takes hold of the poster tube concealing the Sapphire Staff… Not a great name, but it'll do for now.
"Do you want to try flying up there yourself or-."
"No. Maybe… When we're finished? If there's time?"
"Rightyoh. Stand by." A flicker, and New York is replaced by the Mars-Jupiter asteroid belt.
"Nepo." The cardboard outer spirals open and reveals the glowing staff within. Zatanna takes a firm grip and.. her uniform subtly alters. Nothing… Inappropriate… Quite. Though I imagine that someone would have a word if she tried wearing it at school. A moment's hesitation, then the violet aura flows over her and I remove my own tether.
Sephtian was more than happy to work on the design for a magic battery. He was even willing to devise a version which took full advantage of orichalcum's greater enchantability, though I didn't ask him to make one. No sense implicating him. No sense implicating Io either, which is why Zatanna has spent some time on Themyscira watching her work.
"Dlog dna reppoc ot muclahciro."
I watch as the metal begins to transmute and our storage vessel begins to take shape. Not exactly energy efficient, doing it like this. But it does preserve the secret, and that's the more important thing.
15:43 GMT -6
"OOOOphF!"
Guy goes flying backwards, slamming into the rocky ground below us as Jordan moves his hammer construct back into the guard position. We spend a moment watching Guy unsteadily pull himself out of the resulting crater as the people in the stands cheer.
"Heh." Jordan doesn't quite take his eyes off his fallen sparring partner, but he does glance my way. "Guess I don't need this as much as you thought."
I frown. "Sorry, he's… Usually a lot better than this." I cup my right hand against my mouth. "Guy, you alright?!" He waves me off with his right hand, before shaking his head to try and clear out the cobwebs. Or perhaps to chase away the circling birds.
"Maybe you're not as good as you think either." He smirks. "I mean, if that's the best you've ever sparred against…"
"Bet you a power ring?"
The hammer dissipates. "Hey, I'm just saying-."
"Guy." The man in question gives his head one last shake before looking up at me. "Jammer and countdown."
Jordan hasn't come remotely close to mastering short range FTL hops so there's not really much point practising with them beyond what I need to in order to emphasise that he really needs to. And I'll freely admit, my skill in purely construct combat is a little below par. I mean, if I can't do better than a flipping boxing glove, that's just embarrassing.
A glowing green set of grid lights appears in the air above us, horns honking as the first set of lights shine a dull green. Jordan and I switch our attention to totally focusing on one another. Another horn blast and the second set of lights comes on. Immediately I generate construct armour while Jordan flies backwards to maximise the distance between us. A third horn blast and I fly towards Jordan at high speed while he swings his right arm in a punching motion and generates a swarm of boxing glove constructs, grinning confidently as he sends them at me.
Flak gun constructs appear on my shoulders and bolts of orange energy meet and disintegrate each one. A simple scan shows him generating a baseball bat construct while my vision is obscured… He's actually holding it in his hands. Numpty. I send thin filaments out from me in all directions, reaching out for any green light they might encounter.
He swings just as my guns destroy the last boxing glove. To be fair to him, at least he tried to conceal what he was doing. I'm only going to have half a second to respond before I join Guy in eating desert.
Half a real second.
Time slows as the bat brushes my filament fronds and I focus on making the bat construct mine. They latch on and it begins changing colour. I increase the amount of glow that my construct armour is putting out, in the hope that doing so will prevent him from reacting for a fraction of a second longer. The flak gun on my right shoulder changes into a laser and fires a twin shot at his eyes as a further distraction even as I jink around the bat I'm already more in control of than he is.
Then I have the bat extend its bindings around his hands and start swinging him around the sky.
His environmental shield should prevent him feeling dizzy, but from personal experience I know that it's still quite a disorientating process. He keeps his head in the game and forms a knife construct to try cutting through his own usurped bat. He'll be through in a moment, so I generate a construct boxing glove of my own and spin him in my direction before dissipating the bat. He gets a half-second of staring in shock before the construct leather meets his forehead.
A stunning blow, but thanks to his environmental shield not a knockout one. Filaments latch on and begin usurping his environmental shield while yanking him hither and thither. A simple impact pulse to the usurped patch over his abdomen has him doubling over, air rushing from his lungs. Again, he doesn't exactly need to breathe, but Human instinctive responses work in a certain way. I use his distraction to generate a large and very solid snake construct directly above him and bring it down fast!
"Alert! Incoming-."
He gets just enough warning to look upwards before it slams into him snout first and conveys him into the ground at speed, sending a plume of grit and dusts upwards and earning me a cheer from the crowd.
"Aaaaaand winnerrrrr!" Guy gives me a respectful nod as he floats closer. "That wasn't.. actually the big snake though, right?"
"Of course not. Her head's narrower than that."
"Good t'know."
I remove the snake construct to allow Jordan to check himself for injuries. "You seemed.. kind of out of the game today."
"Ye-ah." Guy looks more embarrassed than anything. "Haven't been sleepin' too good lately. Head's like it's fulla cotton wool. Dunno why. I'd blame Tora-"
"Please don't."
"-but it ain't that."
"If you're actually ill…"
He shakes his head and Jordan flies towards us. "Nah, I'll just… Take some Tylerol and have an early night."
"Okay, well, I need to go and pick up Zatanna-" Guy snorts. "-so since you're not exactly fighting fit we should-."
Jordan's ring flashes, and his face takes on a vacant expression for a moment. "Sorry guys. Duty calls." He rockets upwards towards the edge of the atmosphere.
I shrug. "Okay, well, take it easy, Guy. I'll see you Saturday."
"Yeah." I can see how much he dislikes having made a poor showing against Jordan. "You too."
12th April
16:47 GMT -5
I appear in front of Shadowcrest. No need to go for low impact here, this is known superhero territory. Zatanna smiles up at me, still in her school uniform. "Ready to go?"
She nods excitedly. "Oh yeah." She takes hold of the poster tube concealing the Sapphire Staff… Not a great name, but it'll do for now.
"Do you want to try flying up there yourself or-."
"No. Maybe… When we're finished? If there's time?"
"Rightyoh. Stand by." A flicker, and New York is replaced by the Mars-Jupiter asteroid belt.
"Nepo." The cardboard outer spirals open and reveals the glowing staff within. Zatanna takes a firm grip and.. her uniform subtly alters. Nothing… Inappropriate… Quite. Though I imagine that someone would have a word if she tried wearing it at school. A moment's hesitation, then the violet aura flows over her and I remove my own tether.
Sephtian was more than happy to work on the design for a magic battery. He was even willing to devise a version which took full advantage of orichalcum's greater enchantability, though I didn't ask him to make one. No sense implicating him. No sense implicating Io either, which is why Zatanna has spent some time on Themyscira watching her work.
"Dlog dna reppoc ot muclahciro."
I watch as the metal begins to transmute and our storage vessel begins to take shape. Not exactly energy efficient, doing it like this. But it does preserve the secret, and that's the more important thing.
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dlog not dolg
That should be "Dlog".
Also, I'm looking forward to seeing where this is going.
EDIT: ah, ninja'd
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Thank you, corrected.
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Not sure I get the plot point about Guy tiredness.
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Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
OK, I'm worried about Guy, now. Interesting bit with the soon-to-be new battery.
shepsquared
Erratic Aussie
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- Melbourne, Australia
Probably a set up for something later. Sounds kinda like the telepath weapon's initial effect on OL.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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- Baton Rouge
Oh, thought of this today, and it could actually be pretty useful in Lantern-to-Lantern combat. So, transitioning usually breaks constructs right? But it's been established that if you have a filament or construct at both ends of the transition, you can maintain constructs.
So, my technique is to make normal construct armor, make it opaque, and then make a dozen duplicates of the armor in a couple locations. Whenever needed, transition into the empty space in each armor, never letting on that you transitioned. Any enemy would have no idea where to hit.
Alternatively, if FTL is blocked, make a large opaque bubble shield around yourself, and have construct armors split off from the bubble, picking one to inhabit while maintaining the bubble shield and more construct armors. Less versatile than the above, and takes a bit of prep time, but can be useful in misdirection.
So, my technique is to make normal construct armor, make it opaque, and then make a dozen duplicates of the armor in a couple locations. Whenever needed, transition into the empty space in each armor, never letting on that you transitioned. Any enemy would have no idea where to hit.
Alternatively, if FTL is blocked, make a large opaque bubble shield around yourself, and have construct armors split off from the bubble, picking one to inhabit while maintaining the bubble shield and more construct armors. Less versatile than the above, and takes a bit of prep time, but can be useful in misdirection.
Well, that's fairly ominous for Guy. Interesting to see how good OL's gotten at usurpation.
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Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
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At least Paul can admit that the boxing glow construct has it's uses.
It shouldn't be possible for Guy to be physically tired due to the Ring.
So yes I agree that something is most likely up and it can be caught before anything bad can happen.
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Thank you, corrected.
Mizu
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Something I have been wondering for awhile, is Orange Lantern having his rings AI assemble everything when he makes a construct or mentally doing it himself?
It's not clear how much is the AI and how much is the nature of Orange Light to conform to the user's desire.
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Maybe... but there's also Starfire and the Darkstars to consider too.
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