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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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NemiTheNen
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Man I read that ages ago, I see, occasionally, some people not liking it but I never understand why.
I'm going to reread it.
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well he has been shown to time travel before. technically he could have made the trip at any speed and then just went back in time.
4rt1ll3ry
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I only know of one thing faster than comicbook Flash, who can go trans-time velocity, 23x1042 C. That being the Infinite Improbability Drive from Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.
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4rt1ll3ry
Transhuman Cyborg in progress
I think they technically are the same speed due to existing at all point in space and time in all universes simultaneously. The Guide Mk 2 does have less strange side-effects.
Infinite Improbability Drive: Side Effects said:
Damn. Came far to late for the sex jokes. Well, it was interesting to see Martian foods at least. I assume Orange Lantern can eat anything of course, but knowing we have compatible foods is cool.
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Good grief, some writers need to think about their technobabble a little. The universe is 8.8x1026 meters across. That quoted velocity is 6.9x1051 meters per second. At that speed, one could cross the universe in less than 1.3x10-25 of a second.
Those numbers are so big that it's exceedingly hard for a human to comprehend the scale -- they're just numbers. So to put it in perspective...
Violet light has a frequency of 789 terahertz. Let's round that to "less than 1 petahertz" for ease of math. The photon makes one complete oscillation of its electromagnetic field in less than 1.0x10-15 seconds. The Flash can run back and forth across the entire universe over 5 billion times before the most energetic visible photon could make a single lap around its own wavelength.
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4rt1ll3ry
Transhuman Cyborg in progress
Of course it's ridiculous. Just like the fact the Flash can perceive events that last less than an attosecond. Comic book writers have no sense of scale.
It's never too late for the sex jokes. And it's entirely possible that OL will be eating Martian again in the next update. Unlikely, of course, but still possible.
Heh. I see what you did there.
Two of my favorite Marvel stories? Yus.
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A lap back and forth across the diameter of the visible universe would take this particular Flash two-tenths of a yoctosecond. A zeptosecond is 1000 yoctoseconds. An attosecond is 1000 zeptoseconds. So the Flash can only perceive one out of every five million of his own transits across the universe!
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On very small timescales, you can actually see quantum variations splitting into new worldlines. If you could think fast enough - that is to say, with some kind of brainlike computing organ not composed of physical particles subject to the same laws of physics as usual, you would actually be able to witness the trickle of amplitude flow between "not decayed" and "decayed" states in radioactive particles. The separation of the states wouldn't occur fast enough for the interference pattern in their overlap to become immediately distinct, and you would be able to witness yourself observing both sides briefly before they became distinct enough to cleave your own quantum state in two and return things to "normal".
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...wat.
If this has anything to do with anything in this thread, I'm not seeing the connection.
One thing I love about fanfic is that sometimes the writers are capable of the fridge logic required to keep that kind of bullshit out of the story.
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It connects to the discussion of how ridiculous Flash's quoted speed and reaction times are. It's actually a really interesting observation -- Flash could, if he chose to accelerate his perception as fast as it could possibly go, watch the world diverge into parallel quantum offshoots.
Let's not let writers at DC see these posts, because otherwise you can be sure that Flash is going to get Coil-like powers at some point. (Hey, weren't we JUST talking about a Calvert fellow?)
In the future, if any more supernatural events occur in Merry Ol' England, I wonder if "King of the Dead" Cyril Ransome, (Timothy Hunter's crazy/stupid step-brother), will be responsible for any murder or madness.
In my opinion, a crazed and spoiled-rotten little monster, has always been one of the few things that give me the heebie-jeebies!
And he could definitely be a credible threat, considering that Cyril entered the DC/Vertigo analogue to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, while in the guise of young Timothy!
At least Dudley Dursely never packed any magical heat, or nursed a psychotic grudge!
On a related note, If Wally doesn't crack any Harry Potter jokes about Tim, once the Archmage-to-be makes an appearance, I'll be VERY disappointed!
Even more so if Timothy doesn't strike back!
TIMOTHY: Actually met him you know. Harry, I mean. Nice bloke. Doesn't care for all the attention either!
WALLY: Bu-! Wha-!?
TIMOTHY: Don't look surprised mate! When it comes to Magic, everything and everyone has a right to exist. Especially the fictional!
In my opinion, a crazed and spoiled-rotten little monster, has always been one of the few things that give me the heebie-jeebies!
And he could definitely be a credible threat, considering that Cyril entered the DC/Vertigo analogue to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, while in the guise of young Timothy!
At least Dudley Dursely never packed any magical heat, or nursed a psychotic grudge!
On a related note, If Wally doesn't crack any Harry Potter jokes about Tim, once the Archmage-to-be makes an appearance, I'll be VERY disappointed!
Even more so if Timothy doesn't strike back!
TIMOTHY: Actually met him you know. Harry, I mean. Nice bloke. Doesn't care for all the attention either!
WALLY: Bu-! Wha-!?
TIMOTHY: Don't look surprised mate! When it comes to Magic, everything and everyone has a right to exist. Especially the fictional!
Demeanour (part 21)
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21st April
14:16 GMT -5
I watch with interest as her crest shrinks, merging with the softer skin at the back of her head. At the same time her face flattens and smooths, skin growing to cover her teeth as her chin recedes to form a more Human like jaw line. Her upper torso shrinks as her shoulders contract while her lower torso expands slightly, creating a central trunk of near uniform width. The normal wide hips possessed by default form Martians now fade naturally into the trunk rather than looking like they were stuck on afterwards from parts left over from some other creature. Next, her arms retract into her shoulders, faint purple patches losing their separate identity as the skin around them softens and becomes the same chalky white as M'gann's. The underarm pseudo wings vanish and the usual thick Martian neck withers until the more mobile Human variety emerges.
The shift as a whole is more than a little disquieting. It reminds me of something the Discworld character Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson said of his Werewolf lover: she was fine with him seeing her either in Human form or Wolf form but not with him seeing her while she changed, in case he never wanted to see her again afterwards. Z'üm is trying to assume Human form. She knows what those are supposed to look like but appears to be uncertain as to how to get there from where she is at the moment.
I've known for a while that M'gann is a more powerful telepath than most other Martians but this is the first time that it's really been brought home to me how much better a shapeshifter she is as well. T'ronn and his allies are her elders by a good few years but Z'üm is taking longer than M'gann did to copy us back when we went for that first joyride around Happy Harbour. Thinking back, it was a bit odd; she said that boys were harder, but Martian reproductive systems are quite dissimilar to those of Humans. I guess that she'd just got used to Megan-shape. Of course, these days-.
**How do I look?**
She's gone for a Barbie doll smooth look, and rather than adopt M'gann's White Martian to Human monochrome interpretation she's given herself hair the same lilac colour as the patches on her arms were. Her new facial features are perfectly symmetrical and-. Actually, her hair should be a bit more floaty in this gravity and atmos-. Oh, I see. She's holding onto both herself and an air pocket with telekinesis.
**Pretty good. I'm not sure… You do realise that Humans don't get skin of that colour, right?** I think about Mister Napier for a moment. **Not without being in some sort of horrible chemical accident.**
**It's a fusion form. I'm not trying to pretend to untelepathic Humans that I'm one of them, but at the same time I can still appeal to their… Aesthetic sense.**
**I'm a little puzzled as to whether your outer surface is supposed to mirror the effect of clothing or bare skin. Also, the complete lack of facial expression is a little strange.**
**Facial expression? You mean how Ma'alefa'ak squishes and expands parts of his face when he speaks?**
**There's a little more to it than that, but essentially, yes.**
**And as for the other thing.** She freezes for a moment, her dull blue-grey belt shifting and growing until it turns into a fairly minimal bathing costume, covering her smooth crotch and non-mammary chest mounds and.. not a great deal else. And suddenly I'm paying more attention. **Is this better?**
**It conceals the fact that you don't have certain body parts from casual observation. The lack of facial expression is still a little off-putting. Though I.. do have a gynoid friend who used to do a similar thing. Still does it sometimes when something unexpected happens.**
**Or you could reduce the intensity of your mental barriers a little so that we can share what we're feeling in the Martian way.**
I'm half expecting it, but the sudden rush of lust inside my own head still catches me off guard. I redouble my barriers until I feel it slacking off, then attach a filament to her. "Can I assume that you've.. viewed Mister J'aarkn's work?"
**Enough to get curious.** She holds up her right arm, looking at the orange glow. **What is this?**
"An environmental shield. It will allow you to communicate with me by talking. And.. allow you to breathe."
"I did not know that Humans had such abilities." Her voice is a little strange, damp compared with her mental voice. I'd guess that she hasn't practised speaking before.
"By default, we don't. There's a species called-."
"Guardians."
"It would be more true to say that the Guardians are one faction of a species, but yes, they're the best known example. I'm.. assuming that.. you've heard of their Green Lantern Corps?"
A slightly strained looking smile. I think she's trying to match my expression, but just isn't familiar enough with her new muscle shapes to pull it off convincingly. "Yes, of course. How did you come by it?"
"Not really sure. Green power rings go to the strongest willed heroically inclined sentient in a Sector after the death of a serving Sector Lantern." For obvious reasons, Honour Guard power rings don't auto-recruit. "Though they prefer recruits from interstellar civilisations. The first couple of Humans were recruited by mistake." Alan because they lost track of Lantern Yalan Gur's equipment after his death and Hal because he was close to Abin Sur when he died.
"They would not recruit Martians?"
No, in point of fact. The Martian species is on the 'Do Not Recruit' list, but I can't reasonably explain why to her until I've given Prince J'emm a little longer to prepare Martian society for the news. "Probably not, though they might make an exception for an outstanding candidate."
"Could one power ring undo the work of another?"
"Depends what that work was, but it should be able to." I don't think the Green Lanterns have done anything here lately, certainly nothing ongoing. Has Z'üm picked up something from M'gann?
"And what would I have to do to get an orange ring?"
"I haven't really settled on selection criteria as yet-."
She floats a little closer. "How about if I ask-" **[Hands everywh-. Oh goodness me.]** "-really-" **[And softly kissing mouths.]** "-nicely?" **[And that's further than I'm prepared to go with someone I just met.]**
Shields up. "It's really more helpful to have an understanding of your own desires, your own nature."
She floats right up to me, chest pressed against my shirt. And now she's made herself anatomically accurate. "I understand my desires very well."
"If you're really interested, I don't mind tutoring you with a view to eventually applying to join the Corps."
"How about you tutor me right now." She's picking up facial expressions. That's sultry. I suppose those would have been on J'aarkn's recordings. She probably just didn't appreciate their significance before. "There's a habitat over there that doesn't have any animals in it. We could alter the atmosphere mix…"
Something… I feel some sort of telepathic transmission arrive in her mind, though I'm blocking too hard to get anything else. She starts slightly, then pulls back a little.
"Oh. Oh well. Not my decision to make."
"I'm sorry? Did someone.. put you up to that..?"
"No, that was initiative. He is really interested in your ring. But I'm afraid I've been instructed to focus on my original objective."
"Um." I summon my armour from subspace. "What exactly do you-?"
The habitat behind me explodes!
14:16 GMT -5
I watch with interest as her crest shrinks, merging with the softer skin at the back of her head. At the same time her face flattens and smooths, skin growing to cover her teeth as her chin recedes to form a more Human like jaw line. Her upper torso shrinks as her shoulders contract while her lower torso expands slightly, creating a central trunk of near uniform width. The normal wide hips possessed by default form Martians now fade naturally into the trunk rather than looking like they were stuck on afterwards from parts left over from some other creature. Next, her arms retract into her shoulders, faint purple patches losing their separate identity as the skin around them softens and becomes the same chalky white as M'gann's. The underarm pseudo wings vanish and the usual thick Martian neck withers until the more mobile Human variety emerges.
The shift as a whole is more than a little disquieting. It reminds me of something the Discworld character Captain Carrot Ironfoundersson said of his Werewolf lover: she was fine with him seeing her either in Human form or Wolf form but not with him seeing her while she changed, in case he never wanted to see her again afterwards. Z'üm is trying to assume Human form. She knows what those are supposed to look like but appears to be uncertain as to how to get there from where she is at the moment.
I've known for a while that M'gann is a more powerful telepath than most other Martians but this is the first time that it's really been brought home to me how much better a shapeshifter she is as well. T'ronn and his allies are her elders by a good few years but Z'üm is taking longer than M'gann did to copy us back when we went for that first joyride around Happy Harbour. Thinking back, it was a bit odd; she said that boys were harder, but Martian reproductive systems are quite dissimilar to those of Humans. I guess that she'd just got used to Megan-shape. Of course, these days-.
**How do I look?**
She's gone for a Barbie doll smooth look, and rather than adopt M'gann's White Martian to Human monochrome interpretation she's given herself hair the same lilac colour as the patches on her arms were. Her new facial features are perfectly symmetrical and-. Actually, her hair should be a bit more floaty in this gravity and atmos-. Oh, I see. She's holding onto both herself and an air pocket with telekinesis.
**Pretty good. I'm not sure… You do realise that Humans don't get skin of that colour, right?** I think about Mister Napier for a moment. **Not without being in some sort of horrible chemical accident.**
**It's a fusion form. I'm not trying to pretend to untelepathic Humans that I'm one of them, but at the same time I can still appeal to their… Aesthetic sense.**
**I'm a little puzzled as to whether your outer surface is supposed to mirror the effect of clothing or bare skin. Also, the complete lack of facial expression is a little strange.**
**Facial expression? You mean how Ma'alefa'ak squishes and expands parts of his face when he speaks?**
**There's a little more to it than that, but essentially, yes.**
**And as for the other thing.** She freezes for a moment, her dull blue-grey belt shifting and growing until it turns into a fairly minimal bathing costume, covering her smooth crotch and non-mammary chest mounds and.. not a great deal else. And suddenly I'm paying more attention. **Is this better?**
**It conceals the fact that you don't have certain body parts from casual observation. The lack of facial expression is still a little off-putting. Though I.. do have a gynoid friend who used to do a similar thing. Still does it sometimes when something unexpected happens.**
**Or you could reduce the intensity of your mental barriers a little so that we can share what we're feeling in the Martian way.**
I'm half expecting it, but the sudden rush of lust inside my own head still catches me off guard. I redouble my barriers until I feel it slacking off, then attach a filament to her. "Can I assume that you've.. viewed Mister J'aarkn's work?"
**Enough to get curious.** She holds up her right arm, looking at the orange glow. **What is this?**
"An environmental shield. It will allow you to communicate with me by talking. And.. allow you to breathe."
"I did not know that Humans had such abilities." Her voice is a little strange, damp compared with her mental voice. I'd guess that she hasn't practised speaking before.
"By default, we don't. There's a species called-."
"Guardians."
"It would be more true to say that the Guardians are one faction of a species, but yes, they're the best known example. I'm.. assuming that.. you've heard of their Green Lantern Corps?"
A slightly strained looking smile. I think she's trying to match my expression, but just isn't familiar enough with her new muscle shapes to pull it off convincingly. "Yes, of course. How did you come by it?"
"Not really sure. Green power rings go to the strongest willed heroically inclined sentient in a Sector after the death of a serving Sector Lantern." For obvious reasons, Honour Guard power rings don't auto-recruit. "Though they prefer recruits from interstellar civilisations. The first couple of Humans were recruited by mistake." Alan because they lost track of Lantern Yalan Gur's equipment after his death and Hal because he was close to Abin Sur when he died.
"They would not recruit Martians?"
No, in point of fact. The Martian species is on the 'Do Not Recruit' list, but I can't reasonably explain why to her until I've given Prince J'emm a little longer to prepare Martian society for the news. "Probably not, though they might make an exception for an outstanding candidate."
"Could one power ring undo the work of another?"
"Depends what that work was, but it should be able to." I don't think the Green Lanterns have done anything here lately, certainly nothing ongoing. Has Z'üm picked up something from M'gann?
"And what would I have to do to get an orange ring?"
"I haven't really settled on selection criteria as yet-."
She floats a little closer. "How about if I ask-" **[Hands everywh-. Oh goodness me.]** "-really-" **[And softly kissing mouths.]** "-nicely?" **[And that's further than I'm prepared to go with someone I just met.]**
Shields up. "It's really more helpful to have an understanding of your own desires, your own nature."
She floats right up to me, chest pressed against my shirt. And now she's made herself anatomically accurate. "I understand my desires very well."
"If you're really interested, I don't mind tutoring you with a view to eventually applying to join the Corps."
"How about you tutor me right now." She's picking up facial expressions. That's sultry. I suppose those would have been on J'aarkn's recordings. She probably just didn't appreciate their significance before. "There's a habitat over there that doesn't have any animals in it. We could alter the atmosphere mix…"
Something… I feel some sort of telepathic transmission arrive in her mind, though I'm blocking too hard to get anything else. She starts slightly, then pulls back a little.
"Oh. Oh well. Not my decision to make."
"I'm sorry? Did someone.. put you up to that..?"
"No, that was initiative. He is really interested in your ring. But I'm afraid I've been instructed to focus on my original objective."
"Um." I summon my armour from subspace. "What exactly do you-?"
The habitat behind me explodes!
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NemiTheNen
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interested?
And whaw, this was unexpected
Although I do want to know who the He is here.
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