**Self=null...self=null...self=null...**
"Father Box, fix her!"
Ploong.
**ALL SHALL BOW BEFORE DARKSEID!**
"No, no, no, fix her in the other direction!"
Ploong.
"Yes, yes, I should have been more specific. Sorry."
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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"Father Box, fix her!"
Ploong.
**ALL SHALL BOW BEFORE DARKSEID!**
"No, no, no, fix her in the other direction!"
Ploong.
"Yes, yes, I should have been more specific. Sorry."
- Location
- Oblivion
It's funny because Father Box is incapable of going in the other direction.
Literally, as Orion found out the energies it runs on and manipulate are a Monkey's Paw when used for good.
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
- Location
- In transition
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It's funny because Father Box is incapable of going in the other direction.
Literally, as Orion found out the energies it runs on and manipulate are a Monkey's Paw when used for good.
Not necessarily on Earth
Yes, because that is what I like. More tears. Because I'm a masochist.
(Sad again, but Batman is super awesome as always.)
I have a feeling that this is going to be said so many times that it loses meaning.
- Location
- Alabama
See, when we figured out that it was the Royal Flush Gang, I automatically assumed that SHADE had somehow co-opted Ace or her ability or both to broadcast the ALE, or part of the ALE, on a very limited scale. For all we know, that's how (some of) her powers work. It's not like there was a New God around in canon to tell everyone that her "make everyone insane" power is actually just using the ALE.
I know a lot of the above is just speculation, but it's fun, plausible speculation. This is before she went all "reality is my bitch" after all.
Hell, what if her reality warping is somehow tapping into the Source itself?
I know a lot of the above is just speculation, but it's fun, plausible speculation. This is before she went all "reality is my bitch" after all.
Hell, what if her reality warping is somehow tapping into the Source itself?
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
- Location
- A Valid Location
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Inconceivable!
We are far past that point.
Still confused about the B5 CCG rules, no doubt.
Stars, Crossed (part 36)
- Location
- Hampden Park
9th January 2004
05:22 GMT -7
And the lights are out. Bit odd. Doesn't really impede my vision, not with these goggles on. The augmented reality display the soldiers are using should allow them to see in the dark as well. Were the lights there for the prisoners, or for inspections by people not afflicted by Anti-Life? I stroll through the ruined cells and out into the corridor, following the route the eel drone indicated. My busy little drone has gunned down a few more soldiers but hasn't encountered any heavy opposition as yet. To be honest, evacuating seems to be their best bet. Still can't.. feel any fear from the people around me. A shame; at least if I could I would know where I was heading.
Okay. According to the old plans the cell room used to be accommodation, for use as a short term fallout shelter in the event of a nuclear exchange. At the end of this corridor is a junction room leading off to several more such rooms. I'll do a quick check-.
"Help me! Somebody help me!"
Sounds like there's at least one other person here. Young and female by the sound of it. 'Give me a child until he is seven' and all that. Right, no pressing hurry. I reach the junction and wait for another sound.
"Boo hoo!"
Ah. I take a turn to my left and set out at an even pace. 'Boo hoo'? Really? At least I might get some information out of this. The room I come to is the same design as the one I wrecked except that all but one door is open. Ring?
Not even locked, Corpsman.
Honestly. I walk over to it and press the button to open it.
"Who's there! I can't see in the dark!" Oh, for goodness sake. A girl of perhaps seven years old is crouched in the corner. She's not even tied up and the blue and yellow dress she's wearing is in perfect condition. She has bows in her hair. "I'm scared!"
"Hello there."
She turns her head in my approximate direction. "The mean men threw me in here then ran off. Are you going to let me out?"
I suppress a sigh. "Malice, knock it off."
"But I'm scare-."
"No, you're not." I raise my right hand slightly. "I can see fear. Quite aside from the fact that I know perfectly well who and what you are, a normal child would freak out even worse when a large man in glowing yellow armour walked in. Scream, probably." Her faux doe eyes begin to take on a harder and more contemplative look. "The door wasn't locked, you're not strapped in and you clearly haven't been Anti-Lifed. Well, no more than the rest of us. Your clothes and hair are too neat for someone who's been viciously manhandled and there are no tears on your cheeks."
She scowls. "You're no fun. Who are you, anyway?"
Ring, turn the lights in this room back on, would you?
I think I can manage that.
Miss Malice Vundabar blinks as the lights come on, then looks more closely at me before jumping to her feet in a truly child-like way. To be fair she is a child by New God standards. "Hm. You look a bit like Darkseid, Human. What's your name?"
"Please. I'm no more Human than you are. My name is Grayven, and I'm-."
"You're the one who told Uncle to fuck himself when he asked you for help."
"That does sound rather like me. What are you doing on Earth?"
"What are you doing on Earth?"
I take a moment to look at the Female Furies' youngest member. Then I step forwards, pick her up by her head with my right hand and slam her face first into the concrete wall. I give her just long enough to process that, then I do it once more before dropping her. "Slamming insolent little girls into walls." "Answer me."
She wipes away a trail of blood from her nose with the back of her right hand. "Granny wanted more warrior slaves. The Humans said they'd trade them with her for weapons."
"And the Anti-Life fragment?"
"We stole it from Desaad." She smirks. "But Granny couldn't make it work."
"Who did?"
"Why do you want him? He's boring." She looks up at me again. "Why haven't you come back to Apokolips? Everyone else has."
"Because it's a pointless meat grinder of a war. No one's trying to build anything new."
"But it's fun!"
"Darkseid would hate it. You're fighting over rubble while High Father Izaya looks on and laughs."
"We'll get to him in the end."
"No, you won't." I turn away from her. "Darkseid made you so you could barely conceive of doing anything actually worth while. You'll just keep maiming and killing until someone does it to you." "You're not worth my time."
"Oh, aren't I?" "Eat him."
I step through the doorway and reach backwards to lock the door again. "No, you're really-."
Teethteethteeth!
A yellow mouth guard forces its way into the maw of the.. shadowy thing currently trying to bite me in half. The purple holes that mark its eyes narrow slightly as the pointed purple teeth bite down harder, the very tips piercing my construct. What is this thing?
Ploong.
I was hoping for more than a name. Chessure opens its mouth wide and its face appears to shrink away for a moment before attempting to flank me. Ring, status of the lights in here?
Thoroughly broken. Though I would point out that you have-
I fire pulses of yellow light into Chessure's face but they pass through with minimal impact.
-a power ring on your finger.
"Light up the room."
Thin beams of yellow light radiate out in all directions, flow up the walls and terminate in lantern constructs. Suddenly illuminated from all directions Chessure's darkness patch shrinks to less then a metre across almost immediately and then continues to decay. Some sort of living darkness entity? Interesting. If I still had the orange ring I'd take a crack at branding or assimilating it-. The lights flicker for a second and the darkness patch takes the opportunity to dive into one of the cells.
"Leave my Chessure alone!" Miss Vundabar dashes out with knives in her hands. There's some sort of circuitry in the handles and I've no doubt they could do me a mischief.
I fold my arms behind my back in best Darkseid fashion and fire yellow beams of energy from my eyes, slamming her into the far wall and binding her there with a series of chain constructs. A filament from my right forefinger snatches her knives and deposits them in subspace. "What are you prepared to offer for its safety?"
She tries straining against the bonds, but I'm finally starting to get some feedback. Not sure whether it's because Chessure couldn't eat me or because I'm looking like Darkseid. In any case, the chains hold strong. "What do you want?"
"I want you to leave and never return. I want the name of the Apokoliptian scientist running this end of the operation. And-" I take a radion blaster out of subspace and take hold of it in my right hand. "-I want you to hold out your left arm."
05:22 GMT -7
And the lights are out. Bit odd. Doesn't really impede my vision, not with these goggles on. The augmented reality display the soldiers are using should allow them to see in the dark as well. Were the lights there for the prisoners, or for inspections by people not afflicted by Anti-Life? I stroll through the ruined cells and out into the corridor, following the route the eel drone indicated. My busy little drone has gunned down a few more soldiers but hasn't encountered any heavy opposition as yet. To be honest, evacuating seems to be their best bet. Still can't.. feel any fear from the people around me. A shame; at least if I could I would know where I was heading.
Okay. According to the old plans the cell room used to be accommodation, for use as a short term fallout shelter in the event of a nuclear exchange. At the end of this corridor is a junction room leading off to several more such rooms. I'll do a quick check-.
"Help me! Somebody help me!"
Sounds like there's at least one other person here. Young and female by the sound of it. 'Give me a child until he is seven' and all that. Right, no pressing hurry. I reach the junction and wait for another sound.
"Boo hoo!"
Ah. I take a turn to my left and set out at an even pace. 'Boo hoo'? Really? At least I might get some information out of this. The room I come to is the same design as the one I wrecked except that all but one door is open. Ring?
Not even locked, Corpsman.
Honestly. I walk over to it and press the button to open it.
"Who's there! I can't see in the dark!" Oh, for goodness sake. A girl of perhaps seven years old is crouched in the corner. She's not even tied up and the blue and yellow dress she's wearing is in perfect condition. She has bows in her hair. "I'm scared!"
"Hello there."
She turns her head in my approximate direction. "The mean men threw me in here then ran off. Are you going to let me out?"
I suppress a sigh. "Malice, knock it off."
"But I'm scare-."
"No, you're not." I raise my right hand slightly. "I can see fear. Quite aside from the fact that I know perfectly well who and what you are, a normal child would freak out even worse when a large man in glowing yellow armour walked in. Scream, probably." Her faux doe eyes begin to take on a harder and more contemplative look. "The door wasn't locked, you're not strapped in and you clearly haven't been Anti-Lifed. Well, no more than the rest of us. Your clothes and hair are too neat for someone who's been viciously manhandled and there are no tears on your cheeks."
She scowls. "You're no fun. Who are you, anyway?"
Ring, turn the lights in this room back on, would you?
I think I can manage that.
Miss Malice Vundabar blinks as the lights come on, then looks more closely at me before jumping to her feet in a truly child-like way. To be fair she is a child by New God standards. "Hm. You look a bit like Darkseid, Human. What's your name?"
"Please. I'm no more Human than you are. My name is Grayven, and I'm-."
"You're the one who told Uncle to fuck himself when he asked you for help."
"That does sound rather like me. What are you doing on Earth?"
"What are you doing on Earth?"
I take a moment to look at the Female Furies' youngest member. Then I step forwards, pick her up by her head with my right hand and slam her face first into the concrete wall. I give her just long enough to process that, then I do it once more before dropping her. "Slamming insolent little girls into walls." "Answer me."
She wipes away a trail of blood from her nose with the back of her right hand. "Granny wanted more warrior slaves. The Humans said they'd trade them with her for weapons."
"And the Anti-Life fragment?"
"We stole it from Desaad." She smirks. "But Granny couldn't make it work."
"Who did?"
"Why do you want him? He's boring." She looks up at me again. "Why haven't you come back to Apokolips? Everyone else has."
"Because it's a pointless meat grinder of a war. No one's trying to build anything new."
"But it's fun!"
"Darkseid would hate it. You're fighting over rubble while High Father Izaya looks on and laughs."
"We'll get to him in the end."
"No, you won't." I turn away from her. "Darkseid made you so you could barely conceive of doing anything actually worth while. You'll just keep maiming and killing until someone does it to you." "You're not worth my time."
"Oh, aren't I?" "Eat him."
I step through the doorway and reach backwards to lock the door again. "No, you're really-."
Teethteethteeth!
A yellow mouth guard forces its way into the maw of the.. shadowy thing currently trying to bite me in half. The purple holes that mark its eyes narrow slightly as the pointed purple teeth bite down harder, the very tips piercing my construct. What is this thing?
Ploong.
I was hoping for more than a name. Chessure opens its mouth wide and its face appears to shrink away for a moment before attempting to flank me. Ring, status of the lights in here?
Thoroughly broken. Though I would point out that you have-
I fire pulses of yellow light into Chessure's face but they pass through with minimal impact.
-a power ring on your finger.
"Light up the room."
Thin beams of yellow light radiate out in all directions, flow up the walls and terminate in lantern constructs. Suddenly illuminated from all directions Chessure's darkness patch shrinks to less then a metre across almost immediately and then continues to decay. Some sort of living darkness entity? Interesting. If I still had the orange ring I'd take a crack at branding or assimilating it-. The lights flicker for a second and the darkness patch takes the opportunity to dive into one of the cells.
"Leave my Chessure alone!" Miss Vundabar dashes out with knives in her hands. There's some sort of circuitry in the handles and I've no doubt they could do me a mischief.
I fold my arms behind my back in best Darkseid fashion and fire yellow beams of energy from my eyes, slamming her into the far wall and binding her there with a series of chain constructs. A filament from my right forefinger snatches her knives and deposits them in subspace. "What are you prepared to offer for its safety?"
She tries straining against the bonds, but I'm finally starting to get some feedback. Not sure whether it's because Chessure couldn't eat me or because I'm looking like Darkseid. In any case, the chains hold strong. "What do you want?"
"I want you to leave and never return. I want the name of the Apokoliptian scientist running this end of the operation. And-" I take a radion blaster out of subspace and take hold of it in my right hand. "-I want you to hold out your left arm."
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thanks for the hand.
Typos:
A missing word; "I fire pulses" maybe?
Missing initial quote mark.
"it's"
- Location
- Los Angeles
Experimenting on other people with extremely painful weapons to test new god durability? Right, for a moment I almost forgot that Grayven is the renegade option.
Please don't mangle the quotes. Darkseid IS. He needs not love. That's Granny Goodness' shtick.
aeqnai
Nerdy Homu
- Location
- Laniakea Supercluster
- Pronouns
- She/Her
More Story-Only corrections:
And from the new snip:
'Dyeing', though I doubt he killed his hair either
Extraneous quotation mark
'is'
'goes'
And from the new snip:
Quotemark missing
- Location
- Pittsburgh, PA
Welp, looks like Darkseid's demise is getting the natives of Apokolips to self-destructively slaughter each other like the witless drow they are. At least there's that.
Also, SHADE has to be the single most idiotic secret cabal I've ever seen. Seriously, this is "Vandal Savage shaking hands with Darkseid"-level stupid they've got going here.
Also, SHADE has to be the single most idiotic secret cabal I've ever seen. Seriously, this is "Vandal Savage shaking hands with Darkseid"-level stupid they've got going here.
He needs to find out somehow. And let's be fair: She's a mass murderer who once peeled a man's face off with a broken beer bottle to get a few points in a game she and a few other recruits came up with in the hopes of impressing Granny. Not really feeling bad about that. Besides, either her Uncle or Granny will probably patch her up.
Also: she's a Vundabar. So probably actual divinity, not just an Apocolyptian like Barda. More accurate results.
- Location
- madison
man, malice really needs to up her game. Unless she has some kind of mind whammy she relies on that bounced off grayven, her act wouldn't fool a lot of even moderately paranoid and observant peopel.
the interesting thing is, while that is his cover story, (the god of conquest finds apokolips not worthy of conquest) I can't help but notice that the local graven thought the same thing. Is this the case of some weird link? or is it just a case of the renegade doing a great job of building his cover?
to be fair to them, dealing wtih Apokolips got a lot less suicidal once a power vacuum at the top opened up. the new gods would be more in need of what you were selling, and less able to spare the forces for a full scale planetary invasion. Still risky as hell though, but not out and out suicidal.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
That's a comma, and it indicated that the SI paused there.
- Location
- Argentina
Later...
Grayven puts the hand of a child out of subspace "Tell me, how good are you at cloning and mixing DNA?"
DUNDUNDUN!
Grayven puts the hand of a child out of subspace "Tell me, how good are you at cloning and mixing DNA?"
DUNDUNDUN!
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