With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
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Since Zoat has stated that he isn't using the "life began on Earth" and incorporating Vertigo, and in Sandman Morpheus was palling around with a Maltusian before life developed anywhere in our solar system in "The Heart of a Star," the chances that the Ophidian is an Earth snake is pretty much exactly zero in this story.
Because the Ophidian was the first being to feel greed in the entire universe, and the Earth is less than 5 billion years old, so the idea that nothing felt greed for 9 billion years in the entire universe, a universe that has been inhabited for all 14.5 billion years in fact, is a horse pill to swallow.
Ganurath
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I'm pretty sure that the next holy day is Whenever I Feel Like Having a Holy Day. As I understand it, modern Discordians refer to it as Emergency Get Off Work Holy Day.
zhuull
SB still lying to protect Racists what else is new
Blasphemy!FTFY.
While cake is nice there are deep theological reasons that Eris declared the hotdog to be her holy food as explained by her non-profits Malacylpse the Younger and Omar Khayyam Ravenhurst.
Hestia&theCourt
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Blasphemy!
While cake is nice there are deep theological reasons that Eris declared the hotdog to be her holy food as explained by her non-profits Malacylpse the Younger and Omar Khayyam Ravenhurst.
Isn't Eris all about disrupting those kinds of deep theological reasons?
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Ah, so you have grasped the first steps of the true understanding of Discordianism.
That said, it should be noted that the consumption of a hot dog on Friday is a sacrament taken in remonstrance of Catholicism (no meat on Friday), Judaism (no pork), Hinduism (no beef), Buddhism (no animals), and Discordianism (no hot dog buns).
Wholly chao.
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Hampsterpig
I write stuff.
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New Eris Follower: "There is no order, there is chaos.
There is no reason, there is whimsy
Through whimsy, I am free of all social constructs
I am Discordian."
Eris: *while shaking with laughter* "What in name of my floozy of a mother was that?"
*Paul floats over.*
"Oh, I told him that was the offical creed of the Discordian Cult and he had to "meditate on it" to become a full member."
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Huh.
I thought he was on good terms with Nelson.
Still, one would think screwing Nabu over is something he would approve of.
Especially since he did not approve of Truggs enslaving Dr Morrow.
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Pretty sure 'speciality' is a Brittishism.
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*looks it up* Huh. Not one I'd seen before. I stand corrected -- or anticorrected, I suppose.
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Thank you, corrected.
Zigzag (part 2)
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30th April
17:07 GMT
"Again, boy."
Since I didn't want to disturb them if they were doing something delicate I transitioned myself into the next field and then walked over this way. Rob was visible for the whole of the distance, flying hither and thither in the air around the stone circle. The stone circle where Rob and Graham have their practice sessions is a good distance from any road, and since they don't customarily use giant glowing shapes high up in the air to fight with they haven't attracted the sort of attention that my sessions with Guy, John and Jordan have.
"Again."
That said, the brilliant flashes from Rob's conjured lightning blasts might end up changing that before too long. I haven't come back since the first time. It felt like I was intruding, though Rob hasn't hesitated to talk about it. Graham is a stern but fair taskmaster and Rob's combat magic has come along in leaps and bounds.
"Translocate."
Rob disappears from the air and reappears near the centre of the circle. Just in front of him I see the mist-filled uniform which makes up Graham Marrack's 'body', standing in the exact centre of the circle, hands clasped at parade rest behind his back.
"Call winds."
I brace as a gust of hurricane force air blows past me, clouds above visibly moving inwards towards the megaliths.
"Clumsy, boy."
Rob's actually panting. "Sorry, sir."
"Don't be sorry, just don't do it. Time?" Rob turns his left wrist to look at his watch. "No. Any fool can use a watch. Use your magic."
"Errr… Two hours 'til sunset?"
"Closer to three, but better than your last guess. Alright. You're clearly exhausted. We'll call it a day there, I think." Rob sags. "We've taken basic elemental casting as far as we reasonably can in this setting. We'll do something a little more sophisticated next Saturday. Pack to travel."
"Ah, okay?" He looks confused. "Can you..? I didn't think you could leave the circle?"
"Only on the mortal plane. It is well past time you were inducted into the mysteries of Otherworld."
"Oh. Ah. Okay. Sounds interesting."
I reach the edge of the stone circle and Graham's head turns in my direction. "Orange Lantern. Robert has informed me that you are the protégé of the Green Lantern." He pauses. "Though since there are now several perhaps for clarity's sake I should specify that I am referring to the one I fought beside during the Second World War."
Rob half-turns and gives me a nod.
"Yes, sir. I've been the fortunate recipient of a great deal of guidance from him."
"I remember him clearly. Good lad, I thought. My time on the Earth is nearly done, for this week at least. If you seek my counsel, speak swiftly."
"Actually sir, I just wanted to talk to Rob somewhere private. I don't want to keep you.. if it's uncomfortable for you."
"Not greatly. The living world has a.. colour to it my normal abode lacks."
Rob frowns. "Heaven doesn't have colour?"
Graham shakes his head. "We Marracks don't go to heaven, boy. Why do you think I want to show you Otherworld?"
"O-oh. Right."
As I understand it, studying pre-Christian magic might well result in a practising Christian going to the afterlife associated with that practice instead. Graham might well just be talking from personal experience and be mistaken about the general effect. Or it could genuinely be a core part of how their abilities work. "If it makes you feel any better, I'd sign up for a pagan afterlife any day of the week. The Angels are a bunch of fascists anyway."
"Think my vicar might argue that with you. Zatanna kind of warned me not to talk about Christianity with you?"
"Vicars, hah. An ignorant breed, for all their pretensions." Graham's eye-clouds glow slightly as he focuses on me. "No, you may speak."
Might want to give Rob a little longer on the 'not going to heaven' thing. If it really worries him we can see what alternatives we can arrange. "It's… Really somewhat private."
"Tchjk." Rob shakes his head. "Great granddad's dead. I don't think you have to worry."
"He might. But I know when to hold my tongue. Speak, Lantern."
Well. Poo. Still, if I'm going to do it there's no sense in dragging it out. "Zatanna and I have been researching techniques which could be used to remove Nabu from her father. Violently, if necessary."
His eyes widen. "What?"
I give him a small shrug. "Why so surprised? Did you think I would accept the status quo?"
"I… Shit… I just though-."
"Language, boy. Lantern, what has Nabu done?"
"What do you know about him?"
"He's an order-based elemental creature who relies on hosts to act in the world. I met him while Doctor Nelson was his host."
"Doctor Nelson gradually stopped using him, then towards the end of his life began looking for someone to take over the whole Fate thing. Sadly, he died before he could find someone willing. Last November, the Chaos Lord Klarion led a ritual which put the world's children on one Earth and the adults on another. To help stop it, my friend Zatanna put on the Helmet. Once the fight was over, he didn't want to let her go. Her father traded himself for her freedom. Since then, he has enjoyed not a single moment of freedom. That is not acceptable to me. As far as I know Nabu hasn't made any arrangements to secure substitute hosts-" Like William Zard, who was right there at Roanoke. "-and was aggressively disinterested when I offered to make him a golem body."
"Yeah… But… Don't.. the League, like..?"
"Not as far as I've seen. Current D-Day is the seventh of July. We intend to confront him, give him a last chance to stand down, then… If he doesn't take it, do whatever it takes to force him off. I would like you to participate. Having a thaumovore along would significantly increase our chance of bringing him down alive, which is my preferred outcome."
"Shit." Graham cuffs him around the back of the head. "Ah-! Um. But… You-. The League-. Wouldn't they-?"
"I don't know what -if anything- they're planning. But they seem to have accepted Nabu. My plan is to ambush him away from any support and have the fight finished before any help can reach him. I'm going to need a yes or no before I tell you any more."
"If I say 'yes', what happens?"
"We go and meet the rest of the group I've assembled, and bring you up to speed on the specifics."
"And if I say 'no'?"
"Then I go and fetch Zatanna and you forget this conversation ever happened. I'm sorry, but we can't risk a security breach."
"No, 'course…" He's looking at the ground, his head shaking left to right and back again. "But what's this going to do to… Like, us and the League."
"I don't know. Afterwards, I'll be leaving the Earth and Zatanna will be leaving the team. I don't think they'll be able to take any overt action against the participants due to how they lied to the world about what happened in the first place. However, I can't promise that you won't be punished in some way, particularly if we end up killing Nabu. Well?"
"I don't fucking know, alright?!" He turns away from me, shaking his head as he walks a few steps before turning back. "Great granddad? What do you think?"
"Boy, do you know how many times I have considered usurping control of your body and using it to grant me the freedom to move beyond these stones? To draw magic naturally once more and fight the good fight in the land of the living?"
Rob's eyes widen. "What?"
"I am the better mage, after all. Surely the world would be better served by me than by you? Logically, if I saved at least one more life than you would have done then the deed would be just, would it not? So: How many times? How many times do you believe that I have considered it?"
"I-I-I-um… Once or twice..?"
"No. NEVAH!" A crackle of lightning runs through his body. "My time is done. My life is over. I accept that. Life passes from one generation to the next. Great grandson, you are my heir as my own son never was. I will guide, I will steward, at your request, recognising the rightness of your independence. I will not make you my slave, fit to live only that you serve me. It would be a foul and unnatural act and Nabu should know better. If he has become so arrogant, so debased, then strike him down and worry not for the righteousness of your cause."
Rob just stares at him for a minute. Then his head dips.
"Right." He shakes his head again, then turns his attention to me. "Think I should… Probably meet everyone, then."
17:07 GMT
"Again, boy."
Since I didn't want to disturb them if they were doing something delicate I transitioned myself into the next field and then walked over this way. Rob was visible for the whole of the distance, flying hither and thither in the air around the stone circle. The stone circle where Rob and Graham have their practice sessions is a good distance from any road, and since they don't customarily use giant glowing shapes high up in the air to fight with they haven't attracted the sort of attention that my sessions with Guy, John and Jordan have.
"Again."
That said, the brilliant flashes from Rob's conjured lightning blasts might end up changing that before too long. I haven't come back since the first time. It felt like I was intruding, though Rob hasn't hesitated to talk about it. Graham is a stern but fair taskmaster and Rob's combat magic has come along in leaps and bounds.
"Translocate."
Rob disappears from the air and reappears near the centre of the circle. Just in front of him I see the mist-filled uniform which makes up Graham Marrack's 'body', standing in the exact centre of the circle, hands clasped at parade rest behind his back.
"Call winds."
I brace as a gust of hurricane force air blows past me, clouds above visibly moving inwards towards the megaliths.
"Clumsy, boy."
Rob's actually panting. "Sorry, sir."
"Don't be sorry, just don't do it. Time?" Rob turns his left wrist to look at his watch. "No. Any fool can use a watch. Use your magic."
"Errr… Two hours 'til sunset?"
"Closer to three, but better than your last guess. Alright. You're clearly exhausted. We'll call it a day there, I think." Rob sags. "We've taken basic elemental casting as far as we reasonably can in this setting. We'll do something a little more sophisticated next Saturday. Pack to travel."
"Ah, okay?" He looks confused. "Can you..? I didn't think you could leave the circle?"
"Only on the mortal plane. It is well past time you were inducted into the mysteries of Otherworld."
"Oh. Ah. Okay. Sounds interesting."
I reach the edge of the stone circle and Graham's head turns in my direction. "Orange Lantern. Robert has informed me that you are the protégé of the Green Lantern." He pauses. "Though since there are now several perhaps for clarity's sake I should specify that I am referring to the one I fought beside during the Second World War."
Rob half-turns and gives me a nod.
"Yes, sir. I've been the fortunate recipient of a great deal of guidance from him."
"I remember him clearly. Good lad, I thought. My time on the Earth is nearly done, for this week at least. If you seek my counsel, speak swiftly."
"Actually sir, I just wanted to talk to Rob somewhere private. I don't want to keep you.. if it's uncomfortable for you."
"Not greatly. The living world has a.. colour to it my normal abode lacks."
Rob frowns. "Heaven doesn't have colour?"
Graham shakes his head. "We Marracks don't go to heaven, boy. Why do you think I want to show you Otherworld?"
"O-oh. Right."
As I understand it, studying pre-Christian magic might well result in a practising Christian going to the afterlife associated with that practice instead. Graham might well just be talking from personal experience and be mistaken about the general effect. Or it could genuinely be a core part of how their abilities work. "If it makes you feel any better, I'd sign up for a pagan afterlife any day of the week. The Angels are a bunch of fascists anyway."
"Think my vicar might argue that with you. Zatanna kind of warned me not to talk about Christianity with you?"
"Vicars, hah. An ignorant breed, for all their pretensions." Graham's eye-clouds glow slightly as he focuses on me. "No, you may speak."
Might want to give Rob a little longer on the 'not going to heaven' thing. If it really worries him we can see what alternatives we can arrange. "It's… Really somewhat private."
"Tchjk." Rob shakes his head. "Great granddad's dead. I don't think you have to worry."
"He might. But I know when to hold my tongue. Speak, Lantern."
Well. Poo. Still, if I'm going to do it there's no sense in dragging it out. "Zatanna and I have been researching techniques which could be used to remove Nabu from her father. Violently, if necessary."
His eyes widen. "What?"
I give him a small shrug. "Why so surprised? Did you think I would accept the status quo?"
"I… Shit… I just though-."
"Language, boy. Lantern, what has Nabu done?"
"What do you know about him?"
"He's an order-based elemental creature who relies on hosts to act in the world. I met him while Doctor Nelson was his host."
"Doctor Nelson gradually stopped using him, then towards the end of his life began looking for someone to take over the whole Fate thing. Sadly, he died before he could find someone willing. Last November, the Chaos Lord Klarion led a ritual which put the world's children on one Earth and the adults on another. To help stop it, my friend Zatanna put on the Helmet. Once the fight was over, he didn't want to let her go. Her father traded himself for her freedom. Since then, he has enjoyed not a single moment of freedom. That is not acceptable to me. As far as I know Nabu hasn't made any arrangements to secure substitute hosts-" Like William Zard, who was right there at Roanoke. "-and was aggressively disinterested when I offered to make him a golem body."
"Yeah… But… Don't.. the League, like..?"
"Not as far as I've seen. Current D-Day is the seventh of July. We intend to confront him, give him a last chance to stand down, then… If he doesn't take it, do whatever it takes to force him off. I would like you to participate. Having a thaumovore along would significantly increase our chance of bringing him down alive, which is my preferred outcome."
"Shit." Graham cuffs him around the back of the head. "Ah-! Um. But… You-. The League-. Wouldn't they-?"
"I don't know what -if anything- they're planning. But they seem to have accepted Nabu. My plan is to ambush him away from any support and have the fight finished before any help can reach him. I'm going to need a yes or no before I tell you any more."
"If I say 'yes', what happens?"
"We go and meet the rest of the group I've assembled, and bring you up to speed on the specifics."
"And if I say 'no'?"
"Then I go and fetch Zatanna and you forget this conversation ever happened. I'm sorry, but we can't risk a security breach."
"No, 'course…" He's looking at the ground, his head shaking left to right and back again. "But what's this going to do to… Like, us and the League."
"I don't know. Afterwards, I'll be leaving the Earth and Zatanna will be leaving the team. I don't think they'll be able to take any overt action against the participants due to how they lied to the world about what happened in the first place. However, I can't promise that you won't be punished in some way, particularly if we end up killing Nabu. Well?"
"I don't fucking know, alright?!" He turns away from me, shaking his head as he walks a few steps before turning back. "Great granddad? What do you think?"
"Boy, do you know how many times I have considered usurping control of your body and using it to grant me the freedom to move beyond these stones? To draw magic naturally once more and fight the good fight in the land of the living?"
Rob's eyes widen. "What?"
"I am the better mage, after all. Surely the world would be better served by me than by you? Logically, if I saved at least one more life than you would have done then the deed would be just, would it not? So: How many times? How many times do you believe that I have considered it?"
"I-I-I-um… Once or twice..?"
"No. NEVAH!" A crackle of lightning runs through his body. "My time is done. My life is over. I accept that. Life passes from one generation to the next. Great grandson, you are my heir as my own son never was. I will guide, I will steward, at your request, recognising the rightness of your independence. I will not make you my slave, fit to live only that you serve me. It would be a foul and unnatural act and Nabu should know better. If he has become so arrogant, so debased, then strike him down and worry not for the righteousness of your cause."
Rob just stares at him for a minute. Then his head dips.
"Right." He shakes his head again, then turns his attention to me. "Think I should… Probably meet everyone, then."
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"Sorry, a ghost made me do it!" is a great excuse when this is all over, Rob.
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It doesn't count if I fix it before you post.
Thank you, corrected.
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thaumovore; I should potentially check past chapters.
Loving the rhetorical bait-and-switch!
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You didn't.
I refreshed the page like 3 times before you corrected it and after posting it.
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