Xavier Bronze
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- Metropolis
Thanks. I'm more likely to just make it an original alternate Paul, for several reasons. But if I change my mind and make it canon-compliant I'll let you know.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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Thanks. I'm more likely to just make it an original alternate Paul, for several reasons. But if I change my mind and make it canon-compliant I'll let you know.
- Location
- Hampden Park
- Location
- forest grove oregon
No, your just some guy who ate the originals heart and became him,
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- Hampden Park
If it's good enough for the Dark Gods...
It's one of Zoat's writing quirks. Just go with it, he's going to go with whatever floats his Zoat, so should you.
Xavier Bronze
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- Location
- Metropolis
In this fic all species names are capitalized, ex: Kryptonian, Demon, Metahuman. Gives me a good chuckle when I see Cat. I think it's a little inconsistent in places though. I think a few Ponies have been left lower-case in the Renegade chapters.
And you are missing the obvious problem with that - if the ring knows it is blocked it will have a rough location of where it is being blocked. It would be like hanging a neon sign over the location.
Since that isn't happening the ring cannot know it is being blocked. That's another problem and why I brought up the ways to take a "server" off any network (transferring data by external drives) or hiding the entire network. Those are solutions to why the ring won't know it is being blocked.
- Location
- United Kingdom
Quiet, Truggs.
Well, the League of Shadows started it, warding as much of their bases as possible (which lead to the 'Day of the Orange Eyes'), Kobra just pick up the slack after the League collapsed
As someone else pointed out, Demon Constantine isn't part of the Light, he just works for one of them, like how Black Manta worked for Ocean Master. Likewise, Truggs and Sportsmaster work for the Light without actually being voting members.
Fake you twice, then you become real.
As I recall, according to Mr Zoat what happened is that their top members ran to Ocean Master/Prince Orm when OL smashed their island, which is why OL couldn't find them with scans anymore almost immediately after he struck Infinity Island. That's where they got their initial wards; and probably where the proliferation started. It's not like Orm was going to consider such simple magic a secret.
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- texas
Well then for future reference you should use your words and express your argument instead of expecting people to read your mind to figure out what points you think you're making.
You said that they were too dark age, which is a damn stupid point to make considering the poster child of the dark age of comics is a major, recurring character in this story.
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Legend of Ruina
Growing eyes on the inside
So wait, if the Demon Constantine is on international watch lists wouldn't that mean John is too by proxy? I mean most people won't be able to detect the difference.
Well, with John's reputation and history...it'd be funny if the Demon Constantine was originally put on a watchlist because the people doing so mistook him for the original.
"It's Constantine! Get him!"
"No, no! I'm not John Constantine! I'm just a Demon who looks like him."
"Oh...sorry to bother you then. Poor bastard."
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Ỏ̰̟̱̣͈͕̻̜̈́ȟ̛̪̤͈͋̍͐̈́̉̃͡,͉̯̞̗̔͑͐ͭ ̡͇̩̻͌̓̂͋͝ị͚̫͙̻̫͂̋̇̅̄͆ͧt̪̰͚̘̤̩̘͎͌ͦ ̠̖̬̀̿̑̿̇͂i̸ͦ̓̓ͥ͐͛ͮ͡͏̰̙̳̜̝̟s̮͇ͮ̾ͨͪ̋ ̯͔̲̣̙̗͎̽ͮ͂̀cͬ́̃̽͊ͧ̾̏͏̠͖ȯ̠̗͙̮̰̻̯̂̾̃́̈́̎ͅm̎͊͆̃͢҉̺͎͈̥̳̮̟p̡̟̙̬͙̮̣̩̎̉͛ͯ̆ͫ͠ͅl̘̫ͤͪ͜e͉̥͕̼ͭ̄̈́̃͑́͘ţ̪̥͈͂̉ͫ̏ͧ͋͠ȩ̱̪͖̹̼̯͖͋̏̐ͩ̑l̵̼͕͛ͭ͋̈̓͗ͤ͜y̴͎͎͔̩̫͉̪̗̅ͣ̏͟ ̶̘̗̩̦̹͈́̔ͫ͌̍͝g̛̜̞̩̬̍̍̎͑ͥ̔͟ͅȏ̧̩̼͂̉̌̕o͙̬̤̮͔̿͂ͣ̂̈̔ͅd̟̝͔͔̮͊̌͘͡ ̢̱̩̤̻͇̘͕̘ͪ͂̅̄̀ḙ̛̹͈̯̹̭ͮ̋͂͝n̨ͭ̊̆͏̳̮̥͇̹̼͚o̪̪ͪ̽ͤ͜͟ü҉͇̬͚ģ̖͔̳̻͑ͧ̓͒ͮ̑ͅhͮͤ̔̆҉͙̪̣̗͓ ̡̹̬̳̠̭̭̣̾́̔̾̇̿̕f̸̬̻̻̜̠̦͐̌̌̓̉õ̼̝͓̲ͭ̎ͦr̩̹͙̂ͪ̏͗ ̨̛̳̼͎͉̣͔ͩͥ̋ͥ͛̾ͪ́m̸̟̳̠̤̬͎̩ͮ̍ͣ͘͠è̶̡̜̜̪̺̙̠͑̏̉̂̂.̏ͤ̽͏͏͍̼̫̩̩͍̥͓ ̝̤͕̖̻̒͐̉͗ͥͩͪI̵̡̥͇̦̦͖̖͕͑͊́̓̈̾̚t̛͕̗̺̬̜͋͡s̴͖̲̎ͦ̃͌͘ ̧̩̘̎ͣ͌ͣ̓̔ͫ͢j̡͈̭̉͐ͮ̾͌̉͞͠u̶̓͆ͬ̑͑̈́́̂͏̙̣̳̜̕s̎ͫ̑̒ͫͯ̾͋̇҉̡̟͓̪̪t̫̟͋̓͗̕͢ ̼̼̩͓̤̌͛̇̈́t̴̵͇̋ͪ͞ḧ͎̤̠̳͙̼̲͔̚a̵͇̼̽ͣ̃̎͑̉́͠ṭ̷̰̹̗̌ͧ̈̊ͫ̌̓̔ ̄̀͆͛ͯ͑͏̬̕͝I̬̺̫̩̱̼̪̐̾̈̾͢ ̙̞̖͉͂ͫͮ͘͞ͅt͉̜̎̉̇̏ͯ̓̓͋ͮ́͟ͅh̵̟̟̮̫̝̯ͭ͛̐̅͋ͪ͊ǐ̏̐ͪͬ҉̮͖̟͍̩̦̀n̢̲ͦ͊̋͊ͭ͜ǩ͈͙́͂̀͢͠ ͚̗̺̬̓͌̍̚͝͡yͪ̅̉̎̓̓̊͏̵͎̯̱̹o̙͖͖̻̟͉̪̳̹ͮ͋ͭ̕͝ů͊ͭͦ̉ͪ͏͍̝̕͞ ͛͐͒̐͏̪̗̮͚̭̗s̨̨̭̖͔̪͇͔ͫ́ͮ̓̈́̔h̴̜̥͉̝̻̖ͫ͋̄̚͢o͆҉͈̖̀͘u̖̳̼̔̾ͭ̅̀ͫl͇̪̤̳̪̿͌̂̒̽̍̂͒d̯̫͕̲͖̫͎͌͒͛ͣ̔̇̎ ̜̺͎̗͚̋̓͋̇̂̂̎ͬ̕R͌̅͗̋҉̦E̶͖̼̎ͨ̏̊ͧ̅̈́ͬ́ͅM̨͙͔̟̲̝̝͓ͫ̉̎̈ͩ̀É͚͔̄ͦͦ͑̋̅͡M̷̤̰̥͚̣̋͊͋ͧ́̒̽̚͡B͌̎ͪ͊̌ͪ҉̜E̝̫̪̣͙̤̒̏̓͋̽͞ͅR͕̠̰̳̲͎̫͆ͥ̓̽̈́̊̊̉̚ ̶̢̡͖̠̟̩̞ͦ̾̈ͮ͊͒ͅw̭̙͍ͣ͆ͮ̀͘h̡̲͚͎̳͂͐ͫ̿ạ̞͚̝͇̯̓́ͭ̎ͧ̉̾͂̕t͂̌͝͞͏̲͔̹͈̘͚͈͚ ̛̩̖̙͉͙̳͂ẏ̝̞̲̭͐̚͞͞o̧̪͕͎͎͍̯̝͎ͭͅū̖̙̀ͬ̕͟ ̴̧̣̲̪̹̫̝̜ͧ͑ͭ̋ͯ̓̚ͅo͕͇̗͇͖ͣͮ̑̅ͭ̅ͨ͢nͬͨͫͯ̽͏̶̙͈͔̱̠̣͙̜c̡̖͔ͫ̉̃̌͂͘ȅ͒̍ͬ̑̿̈͐҉҉͖̖̘͚͚̻ ̛̰͚͖͙̺̪ͭ̾̿̂̕͢w̧̨̩̲̖͎ͫ̀̊̋̍ͩͅḥ͉͒̽̓ͬͧ̋͗͑ͣ͠e̡̠̘̯͓̝̳̥̓͛̀͘r̐ͯ̔́̆͌͛҉̖̳ę̶͙͉͈̍̉̒̏̕ ̺̳̮͉̾ͥ͆̃͞a͉̩̤̩ͧͦ̊̎ͤͦ̅̒ñ͙͚͉͗͟d͔͓̊͛̾͑ͮͤ̿̇ͬ ͔͚̯̯͇̖̏ͩ̄͂ͭ̃͒́ȁ̢͎̐̃̈́͂ͬ͘͜rͬ̊͏͏̙̗̣͕̠ȇ̵ͨ̆̋͋̾͌́͏̰̞̲̘̥͓̞̯ ͖̺͖̺̦̄͒̑ͦ͂̚̚g̫͚̞̯̘̰̝̎̊̉ͭ̑̌ͪ̓͞o̮̺͙̣͔̻ͥ̋̉i̞̬̼͇̅̐̎̽͡͞ǹ̸͚͙͚̩̈ͪ̾̾ͫ̑ǵ̱͙̪̹̼ ̱͑ͧ̃̑͊ͩ̀t̨̧̧̘̗̏̑̍̈́͗͌͑͒o̶̴̐́͗̔ͭ͊̐ͨ҉̤̜̥̹̺ͅ ̴̗̠̮͖̼̖͖̩̽̔̋́̃̉ḃ̯̣̪̖͇ͤͯ͑e͎̭͎̹̙̳̭̅̑͌̆͢ͅ.̛̱̰͖̮̞͇̍̿̇̍ͣ͗̀ ̗̬͙̍̅̐̄̚T̩̹̞̪̓̏ͫ͌͋ͬ̾̀h̷̗͈͔̬̯̳͉̐̈̀ă̡͎ͭ̌ͣͫ͐t̢̳̟̼͇̍̅ͯ͞ ̡̡͇ͪ̒̆ͬ̚͝ͅi͈̱̩̱̳̝̔ͣ́ͦ̉͗͞s̡̗̞̻̬͍̯̙ͮͬ͆̋̋ͣ͟ ̟̤̆̇̊̍̋͊ͣ͢a̴̜͚͇̹̩̱̻̒̍ͣ̔ͤl̨̢͔̩̏̑ͩ̀l̼̎̏ͤ̆̏ͭͨ͘.̸͍̬͔̙͓̥̾ͪ́̐͊ͮ͞
gunghoun
The Hero of Man (v2.0)
- Location
- America
Zigzag (part 13)
- Location
- Hampden Park
5th May
17:35 GMT +4
Another limousine drives slowly up the driveway of General Kerimov's home.
"Nothing on that one, either."
I don't look round when Tula speaks. No magic users so far. It's gotten to be routine. General Kerimov has invited a large number of people from all across what was once the Soviet Union. Some of them I could write off as old comrades in arms. Others are clearly more recent business acquaintances. But the rest…
Richard brings up the faces of the most recent set of passengers on his terminal. "Oleksander Hryshchuk and Dariya Osipenko. Both of them work for the People's Party of Ukraine. No significant criminal record."
The rest are politically active sorts from around the former Soviet Union. There hasn't been any sort of public announcement that such a gathering was taking place, and no one we've seen so far was a 'face' for any sort of campaign. These are advisors and deal makers, people who can be dumped if they do something 'brave' in public. Just the sort you'd send to a meeting called by a ex-Soviet General with a big idea he wanted to share with you.
But I'm sure that the Director knew it was happening when he suggested that we come here. So, what, was he hoping we'd just charge in and disrupt it? It isn't as if the Justice League aren't going to be keeping an eye out for Ms Molotova regardless of what we turn up here. And he must know that we're not anything like stupid enough to just leap right in.
"Okay, thinking out loud here. Two political parties of any significance in modern Russia. Unified Russia and the Communist Party of the Russian Federation. Unified Russia was founded by Boris Yeltsin and has been in power since nineteen ninety six. The Director works for their current leader."
Wallace looks up from the video feeds from the bugs he's monitoring. "What, you think the General's trying to restart the Soviet Union? And the Director wants us to stop them?"
"But he must know we wouldn't care about that."
"Ah, bringing back the Soviet Union sounds like the kind of thing we'd care about to me, Oh El."
I shake my head. "The Justice League doesn't get involved in the internal politics of nation states. Case in point: the ongoing Bialyan civil war. If the Russian Communist party somehow won an election and their neighbours wanted greater political or economic integration, good luck to them. But if that's what he's after, Unified Russia would be happy to talk to him. Or them. In terms of the political reality, life under either party would be quite similar. They're even starting to take major nationalised companies back into state ownership. Unified Russia is very much in favour of close relations with its neighbours. Right now, having good relations with Moscow is a good way to bring your gas bill down. I'm struggling to work out what he's got to offer that they couldn't get by working with people already in government."
"Maybe they just… Really like Communism?"
"Why? A nationalist police state has all the advantages of a communist one, as far as the ruler is concerned. And doesn't leave them shackled to an unworkable economic model. The only thing it lacks is a unifying morality, and you'll note how much more pro-Orthodox Christianity the current President is than his predecessor. If I had to guess, I'd say it's just attracting people who didn't win positions of power in the new state as it developed. They're just… Looking for an alternate route to power."
"No one we've seen so far has been an oligarch or a representative of one. Some of the oligarchs have come to terms with Unified Russia, some are keeping their heads down and a few are starting their own political movements. None want communism back because it would threaten their livelihoods."
Roy's still watching his monitoring equipment, but he looks a bit more thoughtful than a few empty rooms really warrant. "So what's this guy got that's got everyone so excited?"
Wallace shakes his head. "Can't be Molotova. He's barely had her a day. And even if he woke her up right now he's got no way to know whether or not she'd be willing to cooperate."
"And if he showed her off to anyone, Russia would hear about it and could openly come down on him like a tonne of bricks." I shake my head again. "I've got to say, if we hadn't seen the Demon Constantine I'd be suggesting that we just leave."
Roy presses a button, switching from one trivial conversation to another. "Yeah, well, we did, and until we find out what he's up to we're stuck here."
Wallace suddenly jerks, then tries to relax a little. Too late, we're already all looking at him. "Ah…" He looks around the room. "It was just-. The Demon Constantine comes from Hell, right?"
Richard smirks. "This is usually where Demons come from."
"So… He could have talked to anyone who's died and gone to Hell, right? Basically every bad guy in history."
"No. To go to Hell you have to have associated yourself with a mythos that includes Hell. Otherwise you'd just go… Wherever."
"But that includes Edward Clariss. I don't remember anything about him picking up another religion.. and.. he's.. dead, so..?"
"It's a possibility. But it would be rather hard for the Demon Constantine to find him, if he'd even heard of him."
"Do you think super speed soldiers would be enough to do whatever it is he wants with Russia?"
"Um. Maybe. But the old Soviet Union tried for over a decade and couldn't get it quite right. None of.. these people have the sorts of contacts they'd need to get a research program up and running-."
"Except for Doctor Conrad Bortz of Genetech, New York." Richard turns around, pulling the image from his monitor and transferring it to his hologram projector. We see a car carrying a thin and slightly ragged-looking man with a mop of orange hair and bushy eyebrows. As we watch he fiddles with his tie, clearly uncomfortable with it. "Think he'd be able to do the research?"
Ring, review personal history? Ooh dear.
"Yes, though I'd point out that researching super speed isn't actually a crime."
"Maybe not, but a super powered arms race doooesn't exactly sound like something that would help world peace."
"It wouldn't get that far. All we'd have to do is tip off the US authorities and Genetech would lose its export licence. I doubt that the US really wants a super power arms race either."
Wallace looks directly at me. "Unless they're offering Doctor Bortz a job here. How friendly is this guy with the Azerbaijani authorities?"
"Friendly enough that he could set up a laboratory without too much hassle. But we still don't know that he's got a source-."
"We do now."
Raquel points to her monitor, drawing all of our attention. Standing next to General Kerimov as he greets his guests is a man in tight fitting blue trousers and a loose white shirt, open at the chest to display his man-cleavage. It looks like some sort of ill-advised seventies hang over, and to be fair that's the last time anyone saw its wearer.
Max Mercury shakes Doctor Bortz' hand.
"Think they could study him?"
Max Mercury, who at some point told Mister Garrick that he derived his speed from a potion given to him by a Native American shaman. And if someone like that could make it, a modern laboratory should be able to crack it pretty quickly.
I raise my left hand to my ear. "Ring, get me Aqualad."
17:35 GMT +4
Another limousine drives slowly up the driveway of General Kerimov's home.
"Nothing on that one, either."
I don't look round when Tula speaks. No magic users so far. It's gotten to be routine. General Kerimov has invited a large number of people from all across what was once the Soviet Union. Some of them I could write off as old comrades in arms. Others are clearly more recent business acquaintances. But the rest…
Richard brings up the faces of the most recent set of passengers on his terminal. "Oleksander Hryshchuk and Dariya Osipenko. Both of them work for the People's Party of Ukraine. No significant criminal record."
The rest are politically active sorts from around the former Soviet Union. There hasn't been any sort of public announcement that such a gathering was taking place, and no one we've seen so far was a 'face' for any sort of campaign. These are advisors and deal makers, people who can be dumped if they do something 'brave' in public. Just the sort you'd send to a meeting called by a ex-Soviet General with a big idea he wanted to share with you.
But I'm sure that the Director knew it was happening when he suggested that we come here. So, what, was he hoping we'd just charge in and disrupt it? It isn't as if the Justice League aren't going to be keeping an eye out for Ms Molotova regardless of what we turn up here. And he must know that we're not anything like stupid enough to just leap right in.
"Okay, thinking out loud here. Two political parties of any significance in modern Russia. Unified Russia and the Communist Party of the Russian Federation. Unified Russia was founded by Boris Yeltsin and has been in power since nineteen ninety six. The Director works for their current leader."
Wallace looks up from the video feeds from the bugs he's monitoring. "What, you think the General's trying to restart the Soviet Union? And the Director wants us to stop them?"
"But he must know we wouldn't care about that."
"Ah, bringing back the Soviet Union sounds like the kind of thing we'd care about to me, Oh El."
I shake my head. "The Justice League doesn't get involved in the internal politics of nation states. Case in point: the ongoing Bialyan civil war. If the Russian Communist party somehow won an election and their neighbours wanted greater political or economic integration, good luck to them. But if that's what he's after, Unified Russia would be happy to talk to him. Or them. In terms of the political reality, life under either party would be quite similar. They're even starting to take major nationalised companies back into state ownership. Unified Russia is very much in favour of close relations with its neighbours. Right now, having good relations with Moscow is a good way to bring your gas bill down. I'm struggling to work out what he's got to offer that they couldn't get by working with people already in government."
"Maybe they just… Really like Communism?"
"Why? A nationalist police state has all the advantages of a communist one, as far as the ruler is concerned. And doesn't leave them shackled to an unworkable economic model. The only thing it lacks is a unifying morality, and you'll note how much more pro-Orthodox Christianity the current President is than his predecessor. If I had to guess, I'd say it's just attracting people who didn't win positions of power in the new state as it developed. They're just… Looking for an alternate route to power."
"No one we've seen so far has been an oligarch or a representative of one. Some of the oligarchs have come to terms with Unified Russia, some are keeping their heads down and a few are starting their own political movements. None want communism back because it would threaten their livelihoods."
Roy's still watching his monitoring equipment, but he looks a bit more thoughtful than a few empty rooms really warrant. "So what's this guy got that's got everyone so excited?"
Wallace shakes his head. "Can't be Molotova. He's barely had her a day. And even if he woke her up right now he's got no way to know whether or not she'd be willing to cooperate."
"And if he showed her off to anyone, Russia would hear about it and could openly come down on him like a tonne of bricks." I shake my head again. "I've got to say, if we hadn't seen the Demon Constantine I'd be suggesting that we just leave."
Roy presses a button, switching from one trivial conversation to another. "Yeah, well, we did, and until we find out what he's up to we're stuck here."
Wallace suddenly jerks, then tries to relax a little. Too late, we're already all looking at him. "Ah…" He looks around the room. "It was just-. The Demon Constantine comes from Hell, right?"
Richard smirks. "This is usually where Demons come from."
"So… He could have talked to anyone who's died and gone to Hell, right? Basically every bad guy in history."
"No. To go to Hell you have to have associated yourself with a mythos that includes Hell. Otherwise you'd just go… Wherever."
"But that includes Edward Clariss. I don't remember anything about him picking up another religion.. and.. he's.. dead, so..?"
"It's a possibility. But it would be rather hard for the Demon Constantine to find him, if he'd even heard of him."
"Do you think super speed soldiers would be enough to do whatever it is he wants with Russia?"
"Um. Maybe. But the old Soviet Union tried for over a decade and couldn't get it quite right. None of.. these people have the sorts of contacts they'd need to get a research program up and running-."
"Except for Doctor Conrad Bortz of Genetech, New York." Richard turns around, pulling the image from his monitor and transferring it to his hologram projector. We see a car carrying a thin and slightly ragged-looking man with a mop of orange hair and bushy eyebrows. As we watch he fiddles with his tie, clearly uncomfortable with it. "Think he'd be able to do the research?"
Ring, review personal history? Ooh dear.
"Yes, though I'd point out that researching super speed isn't actually a crime."
"Maybe not, but a super powered arms race doooesn't exactly sound like something that would help world peace."
"It wouldn't get that far. All we'd have to do is tip off the US authorities and Genetech would lose its export licence. I doubt that the US really wants a super power arms race either."
Wallace looks directly at me. "Unless they're offering Doctor Bortz a job here. How friendly is this guy with the Azerbaijani authorities?"
"Friendly enough that he could set up a laboratory without too much hassle. But we still don't know that he's got a source-."
"We do now."
Raquel points to her monitor, drawing all of our attention. Standing next to General Kerimov as he greets his guests is a man in tight fitting blue trousers and a loose white shirt, open at the chest to display his man-cleavage. It looks like some sort of ill-advised seventies hang over, and to be fair that's the last time anyone saw its wearer.
Max Mercury shakes Doctor Bortz' hand.
"Think they could study him?"
Max Mercury, who at some point told Mister Garrick that he derived his speed from a potion given to him by a Native American shaman. And if someone like that could make it, a modern laboratory should be able to crack it pretty quickly.
I raise my left hand to my ear. "Ring, get me Aqualad."
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- Location
- Oblivion
shepsquared
Erratic Aussie
- Location
- Melbourne, Australia
Wait, I though Max Mercury was (generally) a good guy?
If their goal is to study him, he doesn't have to actually cooperate with or know about any Evil Schemes. For all we know they plan to dissect him.
- Location
- California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
He dosen't seem to be trying to escape right now. And good guys don't tend to work with shady ex-soviet generals.
Should be ' my '.
"Hey, you were a famous hero, right? We're having a big party with a bunch of political movers and shakers, and one or two were fans of yours back in the day. You want to maybe show up, influence people to support heroes, and sign an autograph or two?"
There are probably less high profile ways to lure someone into a trap, but it will make sure they know where he's going to be.
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