Oh no a good rum ball is amazing. The flavors combine so well. I was more talking about alcohol for cooking general. Like pouring some white wine in wedding soup. God I love that stuff.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
- Start date
- Status
Stop: STOP
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
stop
Enough.
@Drich, have 25 points for insults and disruption of the thread. Terrible as you might find him, Vaermina's character flaws are not the topic of the thread. Public accusations of lying, bad faith, and the rest, plus making this a thread about him are not what we want on SV. If you want to argue with him, that's one thing. Insult posts are another.
@Vaermina: Playing cute with links and generally being a jerk is not doing you any favors. Have a Warning for Marginal Behavior.
@Ganurath, @LapisLantern: Do not add to the disruption. Stop.
@Drich, have 25 points for insults and disruption of the thread. Terrible as you might find him, Vaermina's character flaws are not the topic of the thread. Public accusations of lying, bad faith, and the rest, plus making this a thread about him are not what we want on SV. If you want to argue with him, that's one thing. Insult posts are another.
@Vaermina: Playing cute with links and generally being a jerk is not doing you any favors. Have a Warning for Marginal Behavior.
@Ganurath, @LapisLantern: Do not add to the disruption. Stop.
- Location
- texas
Huh, that is not the response I was expecting, too grimm's for you I take it? Mea culpa.
Stars, Crossed (part 37)
- Location
- Hampden Park
9th January 2004
05:36 GMT -7
Yellow beams blast from my eyes and cut through the thick metal of the bulkhead. My drone is already cutting down the Justified soldiers on the far side and I wait patiently for it to finish before reaching forwards and shoving the freestanding plate to the ground.
I don't fight Lowlies. But there's one here I'll be only to happy to put out of my misery.
His name's Esak and I've honestly never heard of him. But I can feel the fear coming from the room at the far end of this corridor. Miss Vundabar was kind enough to volunteer that there was one more metahuman test subject as well as the base's Director in there with him. I'm not sure why he hasn't just disengaged. I doubt that I'd be able to prevent a boom tube from forming and I'm certainly not going to rush. If they were confident of their preparations they wouldn't be afraid. So, an uncertain counter to my presence, and he's more afraid of returning a failure than they are of me.
Soon fix that.
I get an image of the interior. Three soldiers left, the containment unit for the Anti-Life fragment… The metahuman -a pale skinned black haired girl who looks about twelve- plugged into it. The yellow skinned midget genius himself. Father Box, boom tube. Kill the chaff.
There are thumps as the soldiers take glowing purple beams to the chests and collapse. This time I defuse one set of explosives and grab and subspace a set of the gear before the explosives can go off. Esak is fiddling with some sort of control panel but spares a moment to look up at me in obvious panic. A man in a suit charges me from my right, trying to grapple me. I hold out my right arm and force him back with little effort before turning my head to see exactly who… Oh, Director Bones. The skull face is a little off-putting, but he has only slightly augmented strength and I'm immune to cyanide. Not that Esak has thought to have him take his gloves off. Ring, just stun him.
There's a flash of yellow light and the Director collapses.
Are you leaving him alive because he is more important, Corpsman?
Self=Null
He'd have to have given Father Time status reports. That means Esak had to leave his mind and soul intact. Scott can handle him as he's handling the youths. Also, someone will need to take over what's left of SHADE when we're done.
"Esak. I'm here with your eviction papers. Earth is now off-limits. Go back to the brawl on Apokolips." "Get out."
Self=Null
"You can't stop me!" "No! No!"
Self=Null
I swing my right hand, throwing Miss Vundabar's arm at him. "Sure you won't reconsider?"
Self=Null
"Yes!"
…
"Is that 'yes, I'm going to leave' or 'yes, I'm s-."
"Hahhah!" He grabs a lever-
-and I shoot him through the chest with my radion blaster. Honestly. His remains collapse, his hands clamping around fucking fuck! I transition across the room and take in the control system. Father Box, analyse.
Ploong.
That's just wonderful. How about-?
SELF=NULL
…
U-uh-uh-uhhagh.
I… I…
SELF=NULL
Ploong.
I frantically start following Father Box's directions. I should be able to take a degree of exposure without critical identity loss, but-
SELF=NULL
Ploong.
-I can't take this foulness indefinitely. Every time it pulses, it's like I forget my own motivation. Every piece of factual knowledge is still there, but the schematic system that binds them all together and gives them meaning-.
SELF=NULL
I… I'm… I was…
SELF=NULL
For a second I feel a clear memory. My Gran. Not.. Granny Goodness or Queen Hegra. My actual-.
Ploong.
I'm Grayven. What would Grayven do?
The device is using the metahuman in place of sophisticated New God technology they don't have access to, forcing it into the universe around her. She would have been broadcasting it, using the antennae as local substations, but Esak just spent twenty minutes reconfiguring it to affect me.
SELF=NULL
For some reason I clearly picture my primary school's misery inducing outdoor swimming pool. Darkseid would have loved it. But… That's not helping me at the moment. I shake my head. Play… Play the role. I can reset it to broadcast. That would activate the antennae but take the heat off me. Or I can disconnect it and try tanking the full effect for however long it takes me to get it somewhere safe. First, reset the shielding around the source.
SELF=NULL
A little better. Father Box, any errors in the containment system?
Ploong.
A channel? Oh shit, I guess I should have left some of the soldiers alive. So, broadcast?
Scott bloody better put me back together after this.
Father Box, boom tube to the Source Wall.
Ploong.
"Do I look like I care! Do it!"
I decouple the cables linking the fragment to the metahuman. She slumps slightly in her restraints, though I've no idea if that's a good sign or not.
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL SELF=NULL SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
Anti-. Anti-Life-. Somewhere, someone staggers towards a hole in space.
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
Someone passes through into a void. They see lines of colossal figures, some light years tall. Behind them, still visible in places, the walls of a mighty and impenetrable citadel.
Fuck, it's getting to me.
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
He can't remember-. FUCKING THROW IT NOW!
The containment unit flies from my hands. I'm not actually particularly close to the Wall, but I'm well within the 'it's a bad idea to be here' zone. The place exerts its own gravity on the souls of New Gods. Darkseid's obsessive behaviour and the New Genosians' pathetic worship.
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
But-. But there's no one to affect here but Grayven. And he's not entirely here anyway. Fuck. Ring, it's not going fast enough. PUSH!
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
The yellow beam blasts from my eyes, shoving the container as fast as I can manage towards the Wall. Don't get trapped. Don't get trapped. Don't get trapped.
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
The space here doesn't make sense either. It should be… It's not… My metaphysique is too weak for me to understand. The container moves towards one of the radiant eyes of the trapped titans. Okay, that's close enough. I'll-.
I can't turn off my eye beams. Fuck. I'm being drawn forwards. Ooh this isn't good. Okay, removing the ring should force a shutdown. No, it won't come off. What else? If I were unconscious the ring couldn't operate. Shoot myself? No, with this much fear my environmental shield could probably block the shot. What then?
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
Name. Before… There was a name. What was it?
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
What was his name? What was..?
No. What is my name? I know my name.
"My name is Paul-."
05:36 GMT -7
Yellow beams blast from my eyes and cut through the thick metal of the bulkhead. My drone is already cutting down the Justified soldiers on the far side and I wait patiently for it to finish before reaching forwards and shoving the freestanding plate to the ground.
I don't fight Lowlies. But there's one here I'll be only to happy to put out of my misery.
His name's Esak and I've honestly never heard of him. But I can feel the fear coming from the room at the far end of this corridor. Miss Vundabar was kind enough to volunteer that there was one more metahuman test subject as well as the base's Director in there with him. I'm not sure why he hasn't just disengaged. I doubt that I'd be able to prevent a boom tube from forming and I'm certainly not going to rush. If they were confident of their preparations they wouldn't be afraid. So, an uncertain counter to my presence, and he's more afraid of returning a failure than they are of me.
Soon fix that.
I get an image of the interior. Three soldiers left, the containment unit for the Anti-Life fragment… The metahuman -a pale skinned black haired girl who looks about twelve- plugged into it. The yellow skinned midget genius himself. Father Box, boom tube. Kill the chaff.
There are thumps as the soldiers take glowing purple beams to the chests and collapse. This time I defuse one set of explosives and grab and subspace a set of the gear before the explosives can go off. Esak is fiddling with some sort of control panel but spares a moment to look up at me in obvious panic. A man in a suit charges me from my right, trying to grapple me. I hold out my right arm and force him back with little effort before turning my head to see exactly who… Oh, Director Bones. The skull face is a little off-putting, but he has only slightly augmented strength and I'm immune to cyanide. Not that Esak has thought to have him take his gloves off. Ring, just stun him.
There's a flash of yellow light and the Director collapses.
Are you leaving him alive because he is more important, Corpsman?
Self=Null
He'd have to have given Father Time status reports. That means Esak had to leave his mind and soul intact. Scott can handle him as he's handling the youths. Also, someone will need to take over what's left of SHADE when we're done.
"Esak. I'm here with your eviction papers. Earth is now off-limits. Go back to the brawl on Apokolips." "Get out."
Self=Null
"You can't stop me!" "No! No!"
Self=Null
I swing my right hand, throwing Miss Vundabar's arm at him. "Sure you won't reconsider?"
Self=Null
"Yes!"
…
"Is that 'yes, I'm going to leave' or 'yes, I'm s-."
"Hahhah!" He grabs a lever-
-and I shoot him through the chest with my radion blaster. Honestly. His remains collapse, his hands clamping around fucking fuck! I transition across the room and take in the control system. Father Box, analyse.
Ploong.
That's just wonderful. How about-?
SELF=NULL
…
U-uh-uh-uhhagh.
I… I…
SELF=NULL
Ploong.
I frantically start following Father Box's directions. I should be able to take a degree of exposure without critical identity loss, but-
SELF=NULL
Ploong.
-I can't take this foulness indefinitely. Every time it pulses, it's like I forget my own motivation. Every piece of factual knowledge is still there, but the schematic system that binds them all together and gives them meaning-.
SELF=NULL
I… I'm… I was…
SELF=NULL
For a second I feel a clear memory. My Gran. Not.. Granny Goodness or Queen Hegra. My actual-.
Ploong.
I'm Grayven. What would Grayven do?
The device is using the metahuman in place of sophisticated New God technology they don't have access to, forcing it into the universe around her. She would have been broadcasting it, using the antennae as local substations, but Esak just spent twenty minutes reconfiguring it to affect me.
SELF=NULL
For some reason I clearly picture my primary school's misery inducing outdoor swimming pool. Darkseid would have loved it. But… That's not helping me at the moment. I shake my head. Play… Play the role. I can reset it to broadcast. That would activate the antennae but take the heat off me. Or I can disconnect it and try tanking the full effect for however long it takes me to get it somewhere safe. First, reset the shielding around the source.
SELF=NULL
A little better. Father Box, any errors in the containment system?
Ploong.
A channel? Oh shit, I guess I should have left some of the soldiers alive. So, broadcast?
Scott bloody better put me back together after this.
Father Box, boom tube to the Source Wall.
Ploong.
"Do I look like I care! Do it!"
I decouple the cables linking the fragment to the metahuman. She slumps slightly in her restraints, though I've no idea if that's a good sign or not.
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL SELF=NULL SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
Anti-. Anti-Life-. Somewhere, someone staggers towards a hole in space.
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
Someone passes through into a void. They see lines of colossal figures, some light years tall. Behind them, still visible in places, the walls of a mighty and impenetrable citadel.
Fuck, it's getting to me.
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
He can't remember-. FUCKING THROW IT NOW!
The containment unit flies from my hands. I'm not actually particularly close to the Wall, but I'm well within the 'it's a bad idea to be here' zone. The place exerts its own gravity on the souls of New Gods. Darkseid's obsessive behaviour and the New Genosians' pathetic worship.
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
But-. But there's no one to affect here but Grayven. And he's not entirely here anyway. Fuck. Ring, it's not going fast enough. PUSH!
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
The yellow beam blasts from my eyes, shoving the container as fast as I can manage towards the Wall. Don't get trapped. Don't get trapped. Don't get trapped.
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
The space here doesn't make sense either. It should be… It's not… My metaphysique is too weak for me to understand. The container moves towards one of the radiant eyes of the trapped titans. Okay, that's close enough. I'll-.
I can't turn off my eye beams. Fuck. I'm being drawn forwards. Ooh this isn't good. Okay, removing the ring should force a shutdown. No, it won't come off. What else? If I were unconscious the ring couldn't operate. Shoot myself? No, with this much fear my environmental shield could probably block the shot. What then?
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
Name. Before… There was a name. What was it?
SELF=NULL SELF=NULL
What was his name? What was..?
No. What is my name? I know my name.
"My name is Paul-."
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Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
- Location
- In transition
- Pronouns
- She/Her
This is the woman who can not only bring horrible stories to life, but can bring horrible stories to life that she has no business knowing... you bet I'm terrified of her!
Has Grayven ever been called Paul? Because the two different symbols leads me to believe there is some overlap between them. I'm so hyped
yingyang590
East of eerie, North of normal, West of weird
So is this the end of Graven?
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Huh. He's knocking himself out by saying his own name?
Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
He... he actually said it?
The anti-life destroys identity, but at the time his identity was that of Grayven, so all that's left was Paul.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
charges from my right, trying to
has thought to have him take
see a line of colossal
Well, that was close.
"Grayven's not here right now. Would you like to speak with Paul?"
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
I think that might heavily depend on how similar the New Gods are to one another across universes. Prior to these last few updates, I would have said that they only have a superficial similarity to Earth-16's New Gods, because Barda and Scott didn't use godspeak...
Unless there's some sort of sympathetic effect, I don't think it will harm Grayven-50 very much.
- Location
- Los Angeles
I'm a bit confused, did he lose consciousness right in front of the source wall? If so, isn't he basically going to be in the same situation when he wakes up? If he wakes up?
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
Whoa, this update really had a momentous feel to it.
(But as someone whose knowledge of DC is primarily derived from this story, I may need more explanations of what's going on, what the Source Wall is, and why Renegrayven decided to head there.)
(But as someone whose knowledge of DC is primarily derived from this story, I may need more explanations of what's going on, what the Source Wall is, and why Renegrayven decided to head there.)
*typo: affect
The cake in that final cutscene? Did you know there's a way to glitch the game and end up in that room? You can reach out and touch the cake (or jump up on the table and step in it, anyway). You want to know what happens when you do? You go right through it. It's a hologram. The cake is a lie.
BlackLantern2814
Hello darkness my old friend.
- Location
- Earth
Bloody hell that was AWESOME!!
He- he actually said his real name?! Is he gonna lose New God stuff?! What will happen?! I can't wait for tomorrow's update!
)
He- he actually said his real name?! Is he gonna lose New God stuff?! What will happen?! I can't wait for tomorrow's update!
'his' misery, I think. (Weee, I caught a typo! It's a typo and I caught it!
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