Shapeless Phobos
Filthy Casual
Well...depending on how much is left of Nabu's helm...
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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- Somewhere out there
Historical corrections:
And while Florida gets a ton of tornadoes, they're all tiny twisters. They aren't the EF5 "finger of death" tornadoes that the American Midwest is infamous for. Cinderblock homes are NOT sufficient to survive a Kansas tornado. They get blown away like everything else. I've BEEN to Hesston and Andover and Joplin, and "flattened" is NOT an exaggeration. You can see the cinderblock outlines in the foundations of homes that have been destroyed.
So what Kansas homes do is build basements into basically every house, and those basements have concrete outer walls and foundations, and then they build the rest of the house out of wood because it's cheaper in terms of both building materials and labor. Yeah, they'll get flattened if a high-end tornado DOES rip through, but it would have been flattened ANYWAY.
Compared to a tornado, a hurricane does its damage through sustained assault instead of bursts of overwhelming force. Concrete and brick are indeed good for standing up to low-end hurricanes and tornadoes.
And while Florida gets a ton of tornadoes, they're all tiny twisters. They aren't the EF5 "finger of death" tornadoes that the American Midwest is infamous for. Cinderblock homes are NOT sufficient to survive a Kansas tornado. They get blown away like everything else. I've BEEN to Hesston and Andover and Joplin, and "flattened" is NOT an exaggeration. You can see the cinderblock outlines in the foundations of homes that have been destroyed.
So what Kansas homes do is build basements into basically every house, and those basements have concrete outer walls and foundations, and then they build the rest of the house out of wood because it's cheaper in terms of both building materials and labor. Yeah, they'll get flattened if a high-end tornado DOES rip through, but it would have been flattened ANYWAY.
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- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
- Location
- Caladan
There's not much that is strong enough to survive F4-F5 (reinforced underground shelters and maybe monolithic concrete domes), but the thing is that those are very rare (maybe a 0.5% of tornadoes) and even in those most of the area only gets damage comparable to F2 or 3. The area that takes the full force of the tornado ends up being quite narrow compared to the total area that suffers catastrophic damage.
Sturdier construction would reduce the damage substantially given the vast number of F0 and F1 you get, and it's not much more expensive... when you use it. If everyone builds with wood, anything else ends up being prohibitively expensive, but the opposite is also true. Here in Mediterranean Spain wooden construction is pretty much unheard of, the way to go is concrete and brick and it's pretty cheap (if in questionable taste). I'd expect that, after the switch in Florida, the cost of concrete and cinderblock construction would have dropped considerably there.
What would count as a "sin" in a Discordian belief system?Still, shippers are gonna ship!
Maybe what Eris was objecting to was that her acolyte ought to make his own "bad decisions" rather than passively getting dragged along for the ride?
On the other hand, I can picture the Greek gods watching OL for entertainment and taking bets on who he'll hook up with.
Hera: "Thanks for the inference. I got 30 Denarians* on him and [insert name]"
Aphrodite: "No way! OL/[insert name] 4eva!"
Hades: "He and Melionae would make a cute couple."
Everygod: (stares at Hades)
???Hades: "Fine, I just want her to move out. She has been cramping my style for centuries!"
*My apologies to "the Dresden Files", I don't know what the Greeks used for currency.
What would count as a "sin" in a Discordian belief system?
Maybe what Eris was objecting to was that her acolyte ought to make his own "bad decisions" rather than passively getting dragged along for the ride?
On the other hand, I can picture the Greek gods watching OL for entertainment and taking bets on who he'll hook up with.
Hera: "Thanks for the inference. I got 30 Denarians* on him and [insert name]"
Aphrodite: "No way! OL/[insert name] 4eva!"
Hades: "He and Melionae would make a cute couple."
Everygod: (stares at Hades)
Hades: "Fine, I just want her to move out. She has been cramping my style for centuries!"
*My apologies to "the Dresden Files", I don't know what the Greeks used for currency.
Drachma?
karmafalcon
In the wrong place at the right time.
Now I'm seeing Zatara doing that with the Fate helmet after (possibly) being freed.
"Alas, poor Nabu. I knew him, Zatanna." Zatara takes a moment, shrugs, then tosses the blasted thing over his shoulder towards a trash bin. "gnihtoN tub ten" The Helmet flies a decent distance before landing smack dab in the middle of a rubbish bin. "SO! Who's up for Barbeque? I can't tell you the last time I had a decent meal!"
Please pardon the time dilation between the post I'm referencing and my own reply. I worked on this, got distracted by life, and came back only to find my joke half written. *sighs*
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
- Location
- Baton Rouge
Somewhat odd that non-American citizens have arrest authority in the US, in addition to Tornado who they didn't even officially recognize as a person.
Yup. Went to Bay St. Louis over the summer, and there are still empty lots from when hurricanes Katrina and Gustav flooded the area. New homes are mostly super high off the ground.
Mosquitoes are a much bigger annoyance than flies.
You can't really have stone houses on stilts, or it would be much more expensive to do so.
I think one of the main reasons America favors wooden homes is because wood is so much cheaper here. Especially when the country was younger, huge swathes of the country were forest, so why would you spend the time to go get the stone and bring it back through the forest (or swamp in Louisiana) to make a house?
Also, I havent exactly looked it up, but I don't think wind damage is a leading cause of home destruction in Louisiana/surrounding areas. I would guess that flooding is a much bigger concern, and stone doesn't help with that. May actually make it harder to take totalled houses down.
Why does she not say "And I need to get on this." while patting his shoulder? Really, it's a golden opportunity.
No, that's what she's implying she intends to do.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
Superhero, in an organisation that has a UN charter and massive public recognition.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
- Location
- Baton Rouge
I get why, I'm just mentioning that it's odd.
Bindings (part 23)
- Location
- Hampden Park
14th May
22:02 GMT -6
"I'm not sure where you think we can walk to from here that has any chance of-."
The universe around us twists and bends, colours shading into one another as the paint of the universe runs and mixes, swirling in bizarre patterns that I can't quite make sense of. I close my eyes to-. They're still there. Okay, this might just-. No, it's just strange. I unfocus my eyes slightly, abandoning any attempt to follow any one part of what I'm seeing. Treat it like a magic eye picture. Huh. Now I do that it's almost relax-.
I fall face first onto the tarmac as I'm abruptly returned to reality. Ow! Wait, why does this -I push myself up and gingerly feel my nose with my right hand- hurt? My environmental shield should have protected me from a simple face plant. And my nose… No, it's not broken, but it still hurts and I've got dirt and gravel on my face and that.. shouldn't happen.
Eh. I brush the worst of it off with my right hand and look around for Eris-.
This isn't Louisiana. Ring, where am I?
14th May
23:02 GMT -5
Present location is Salem, Massachusetts. Precise location is the last recorded location of the-
FUCKFUCKFUCK I recognise it!
-Tower of Fate.
"He̸h͜eh͢ehé!"
I frantically look in the direction of the laughter. Eris is kneeling in front of a small child. Blonde and.. female, I'm assuming, though too young to have entered puberty. Her clothing is faded turquoise, and it's either a dress that has been cut down to her size or a long blouse or t-shirt that got that tatty through natural wear and tear. On her head is a green knitted bonnet with an orange bobble. The hair which juts out is cut in a haphazard manner, as if some time ago someone stabbed at it with scissors until they got bored and then called it a day. In her right hand she holds a string, and on the other end of that string is a lighter than air balloon in the shape of a fish. She smiles as she sees that I've noticed her and gives me a wave with her left hand.
Then she steps forwards and pats Eris on the head. Eris collapses.
"Hello? I don't think we've met. I'm-" I rise to my feet, fighting against a sudden feeling of dizziness as I do so. "-Orange... Ah. Orange Lantern two eight one four."
"͜Re̛ally̸?̀"͟
"Ah…" I frown. Am I-? Yes, of course I am, why was I-? "Yes." I nod. "Really."
I open my right hand, creating a simple kaleidoscope construct in the air next to me. No, the rings are working, so why does my face still hurt? And why couldn't I remember-?
An image appears in my mind. I'd just got out of the zeta tube in the Hall of Justice, I turned to my right and-.
"You-. You were both there. At the Hall of Justice, before the thing with Kon and the Genomorphs."
"̶Y̧òu͝ ͠n͡ever g̡ave me͡ my c̸a̷k͠e̡."̵
"You never left your address." Eris rolls onto her side, staring at me wide-eyed as she shakes her head. "But I have some in subspace if you want some now?"
The girl beams and nods her head vigorously. Right, fruit and icing… I delete the kaleidoscope construct and turn my right hand palm upwards, fingers raised. A plate appears from subspace with a generous piece of Christmas cake resting on it. I crouch down and hold it out to her. "Here you are. Now…" I glance at Eris, but she seems to be spacing out. "What's your name?"
She lunges for the plate, her mouth w̷iden͞ing b̧eyo̶ńd t̴hé c҉on̡f̨ine̕s ̢ǫf̵ h͞er͘ ͞m͢ơu̕th,̡ ͠r͘i͡n̛gs o͜f̵ vici͘ous҉l҉y ̶sèrŗat̷e̵d ̨tee͘t͟h̸ undùla͠ti͏ng̕,̧ p̸oi͟śe͜d͡ ̡t̴o̶ redu͝c͏e a͡ǹy͟ ̕obje̸c͜t̛ ente̵ring ͘th͠at v̡a͠s̢t m͝a̴w to i͢ts ̨b͢as͠e ̕c̛omp҉o͢nent̵s͞. ͢ A ͏r̷ip̕p͢l̢e, ̶an̕d m͡y̧ ve҉r͘y ey͞e̛s̷ are d̨r̀a͞w̸ǹ ͡f̡u̶r̀t̸h̀er a͠nd furt̕he̡r ̕in̨, ̀p͜a̧s͟t̡ m̡o̢r͢e̵ ̢and m͠o͞r̶e̕ r̡i͏ngs ͡of ̵t̡ee͞th ͢un̷ti̸l̀ beyond̴ all o͞f ͠th͜e ̵teeth,̴ wh҉ere I ̨wơu͝ld̵ expect ̸t̸o͢ śęę ͝he͟r͝ gulle̴t...̵
I͡ ìn͞s̷teaḑ ̶seȩ ͟m͘ysel̵f ͡s̴t͝a̵r̸i͢n̶g ̨b̨ack.
I fall backwards, dropping the plate as I fall onto my arse. She steps forward and neatly catches it as it drops, staring down at me with amusement.
Then she raises the plate to her mouth and takes a perfectly normal bite out of the cake. Okay, using her hands would be more normal, but compared to the Chaos-Wurm…
"What are you?"
She tugs lightly on the string of her balloon, bringing the fish down to the level of my head as she continues to eat the cake. I look the fish in the eyes and the fish looks back.
"I ̶is Sh͏iveri͞n͟g͘ J̨e͏mmy̴ ̢o̵f ̸T̵h҉e̡ ̀Sh̢al͘l̨ow ͠Br͝i̸g̛a̶de̛,̵ ͢an͝d I͘ is a P͡rin̡cęs̷ş of͠ Chao̕s,҉ ̨ąnd͠ I is̷ ̢very ̧im҉p̡ortaņt."
"I'd have hesitated to give you cake if you weren't. Um." I glance at Eris. She just looks back blankly. "Okay? You-" I look up in the direction I know the Tower to be. "-are aware that the Tower of Fate-."
"̵It҉'s̴ ̵no͜t ͞he͝re҉ ̧m̷óḿent͟ari͜l͜y͡. ́ I̵'̡s w͏ant̡s̨ y̕o̡u ̡t҉o̶ t̕ell I͠ ͠w͘h̨at̢ y͘ou i҉s ̛doi̷ng͠.̨"̀
Okay, Eris thinks I can get a chaos focus from… Shivering Jemmy, a phrase which means 'A beggar who parades in rags and tatters in the hope of attracting greater sympathy'. Is a Princess of Chaos the same as a Lord of Chaos? I have no idea what I'm dealing with. But I need a focus from her, and I doubt that Eris would have brought me here for no reason.
I shrug. "I'm going to kill Klarion. I could.. just.. lure him somewhere and stab him with the Sword of the Fallen. But that isn't enough. The bit we've got walking around and making a nuisance of itself is disconnected from the greater part of the Lord of Chaos Klarion that exists in the Realm of Chaos itself." I look from the fish back to her for feedback. "Right? I mean, it seems like you'd know better than I do."
"̢Go̵ o̡n."͢
"But that mass could regrow his mind, or develop an intelligence of its own. And he could just get replaced by someone as bad, and while I'd probably feel a bit better about seeing him dead… That's not why I'm doing this. So I need to deal with that mass and I need to be sure that we get a Lord of Chaos who isn't like Klarion. So… My idea was to kill two birds with one stone. Get someone who could become a Lord of Chaos and use the Human-shaped bit of Klarion to force a connection."
Jemmy looks up from her plate, mouth slightly open, damp raisins and other pieces of cake stuck to her face.
"But to do that, I need a powerful focus of elemental Chaos magic. Eris told me that her apples wouldn't be enough. Which I assume is why she brought me before you."
"You i͝sn͠'̴t̀ very͝ ch͝aoti̸c̀.͢"͡
I nod. "I know. I'm not instinctively a particularly chaotic person. It's just that I look around, and… The existing order is so dysfunctional. It needs to change. The world needs more chaos, and if I'm the person in the right place…" I nod. "Then that's how it is."
"̵Ǹot͟ yo͜u͟ the͟n.̴ W̷ho?"̨
"Eris-" Who has pushed herself more or less upright. "-wasn't interested. So I asked John Constantine."
"Huuuurrrrhh-hahahah! Hehahahahah! RAAHHHAAHHHAAAHHAHHHAH! WOOOHHAHAHAAAHAHHHHAHAHAHH!"
Her body shifts as she continues laughing, childlike form replaced by something more obviously monstrous. Guffawing, she towers over the plaza as a titanic, misshapen figure. A child's clay model of a human brought to life. I've seen far uglier, but the sheer wrongness she now conveys puts her in the top ten things I don't want to see again.
And then the ogreish figure is gone and the girl has returned.
"̵Kl̸ar͝iòn ̢p͡u̸ll͏e͜d͝ ͜I's͟ ha͡i҉r and ̷p̛us͜he̵d͠ ͏I͠ of́f̧ th͞e̶ swi̷ng͡s̀.̷ ͏Yo͠u̸ ͞c̷a͘n hav͟e ͟I͢'̵s҉ fi̛sh҉."
She holds out the string towards me. I glance at Eris again, but she just pulls her head back slightly. Guess she doesn't want to involve herself further. I reach forward and take the string.
The fish deflates, falling to the ground.
"A҉ll ̵you'r̵es.̵ ͞A̕ll ̢doņe̷.̧"͡ She turns and starts walking away. "M҉ake śur͜e ̷you ͝şt̶a̸y͡ ̧iǹter͏e̷s͠t̕ing."
"I will certainly try, oh Princess of Cha-" And she's gone. "-os." I look down at the chaos fish balloon and then at Eris. And then at the place where the Tower of Fate should be. "Eris, can I assume that we need to go now?"
She struggles to her feet and lumbers in my direction. "Yes, yes we do."
I nod and transition us both away.
22:02 GMT -6
"I'm not sure where you think we can walk to from here that has any chance of-."
The universe around us twists and bends, colours shading into one another as the paint of the universe runs and mixes, swirling in bizarre patterns that I can't quite make sense of. I close my eyes to-. They're still there. Okay, this might just-. No, it's just strange. I unfocus my eyes slightly, abandoning any attempt to follow any one part of what I'm seeing. Treat it like a magic eye picture. Huh. Now I do that it's almost relax-.
I fall face first onto the tarmac as I'm abruptly returned to reality. Ow! Wait, why does this -I push myself up and gingerly feel my nose with my right hand- hurt? My environmental shield should have protected me from a simple face plant. And my nose… No, it's not broken, but it still hurts and I've got dirt and gravel on my face and that.. shouldn't happen.
Eh. I brush the worst of it off with my right hand and look around for Eris-.
This isn't Louisiana. Ring, where am I?
14th May
23:02 GMT -5
Present location is Salem, Massachusetts. Precise location is the last recorded location of the-
FUCKFUCKFUCK I recognise it!
-Tower of Fate.
"He̸h͜eh͢ehé!"
I frantically look in the direction of the laughter. Eris is kneeling in front of a small child. Blonde and.. female, I'm assuming, though too young to have entered puberty. Her clothing is faded turquoise, and it's either a dress that has been cut down to her size or a long blouse or t-shirt that got that tatty through natural wear and tear. On her head is a green knitted bonnet with an orange bobble. The hair which juts out is cut in a haphazard manner, as if some time ago someone stabbed at it with scissors until they got bored and then called it a day. In her right hand she holds a string, and on the other end of that string is a lighter than air balloon in the shape of a fish. She smiles as she sees that I've noticed her and gives me a wave with her left hand.
Then she steps forwards and pats Eris on the head. Eris collapses.
"Hello? I don't think we've met. I'm-" I rise to my feet, fighting against a sudden feeling of dizziness as I do so. "-Orange... Ah. Orange Lantern two eight one four."
"͜Re̛ally̸?̀"͟
"Ah…" I frown. Am I-? Yes, of course I am, why was I-? "Yes." I nod. "Really."
I open my right hand, creating a simple kaleidoscope construct in the air next to me. No, the rings are working, so why does my face still hurt? And why couldn't I remember-?
An image appears in my mind. I'd just got out of the zeta tube in the Hall of Justice, I turned to my right and-.
"You-. You were both there. At the Hall of Justice, before the thing with Kon and the Genomorphs."
"̶Y̧òu͝ ͠n͡ever g̡ave me͡ my c̸a̷k͠e̡."̵
"You never left your address." Eris rolls onto her side, staring at me wide-eyed as she shakes her head. "But I have some in subspace if you want some now?"
The girl beams and nods her head vigorously. Right, fruit and icing… I delete the kaleidoscope construct and turn my right hand palm upwards, fingers raised. A plate appears from subspace with a generous piece of Christmas cake resting on it. I crouch down and hold it out to her. "Here you are. Now…" I glance at Eris, but she seems to be spacing out. "What's your name?"
She lunges for the plate, her mouth w̷iden͞ing b̧eyo̶ńd t̴hé c҉on̡f̨ine̕s ̢ǫf̵ h͞er͘ ͞m͢ơu̕th,̡ ͠r͘i͡n̛gs o͜f̵ vici͘ous҉l҉y ̶sèrŗat̷e̵d ̨tee͘t͟h̸ undùla͠ti͏ng̕,̧ p̸oi͟śe͜d͡ ̡t̴o̶ redu͝c͏e a͡ǹy͟ ̕obje̸c͜t̛ ente̵ring ͘th͠at v̡a͠s̢t m͝a̴w to i͢ts ̨b͢as͠e ̕c̛omp҉o͢nent̵s͞. ͢ A ͏r̷ip̕p͢l̢e, ̶an̕d m͡y̧ ve҉r͘y ey͞e̛s̷ are d̨r̀a͞w̸ǹ ͡f̡u̶r̀t̸h̀er a͠nd furt̕he̡r ̕in̨, ̀p͜a̧s͟t̡ m̡o̢r͢e̵ ̢and m͠o͞r̶e̕ r̡i͏ngs ͡of ̵t̡ee͞th ͢un̷ti̸l̀ beyond̴ all o͞f ͠th͜e ̵teeth,̴ wh҉ere I ̨wơu͝ld̵ expect ̸t̸o͢ śęę ͝he͟r͝ gulle̴t...̵
I͡ ìn͞s̷teaḑ ̶seȩ ͟m͘ysel̵f ͡s̴t͝a̵r̸i͢n̶g ̨b̨ack.
I fall backwards, dropping the plate as I fall onto my arse. She steps forward and neatly catches it as it drops, staring down at me with amusement.
Then she raises the plate to her mouth and takes a perfectly normal bite out of the cake. Okay, using her hands would be more normal, but compared to the Chaos-Wurm…
"What are you?"
She tugs lightly on the string of her balloon, bringing the fish down to the level of my head as she continues to eat the cake. I look the fish in the eyes and the fish looks back.
"I ̶is Sh͏iveri͞n͟g͘ J̨e͏mmy̴ ̢o̵f ̸T̵h҉e̡ ̀Sh̢al͘l̨ow ͠Br͝i̸g̛a̶de̛,̵ ͢an͝d I͘ is a P͡rin̡cęs̷ş of͠ Chao̕s,҉ ̨ąnd͠ I is̷ ̢very ̧im҉p̡ortaņt."
"I'd have hesitated to give you cake if you weren't. Um." I glance at Eris. She just looks back blankly. "Okay? You-" I look up in the direction I know the Tower to be. "-are aware that the Tower of Fate-."
"̵It҉'s̴ ̵no͜t ͞he͝re҉ ̧m̷óḿent͟ari͜l͜y͡. ́ I̵'̡s w͏ant̡s̨ y̕o̡u ̡t҉o̶ t̕ell I͠ ͠w͘h̨at̢ y͘ou i҉s ̛doi̷ng͠.̨"̀
Okay, Eris thinks I can get a chaos focus from… Shivering Jemmy, a phrase which means 'A beggar who parades in rags and tatters in the hope of attracting greater sympathy'. Is a Princess of Chaos the same as a Lord of Chaos? I have no idea what I'm dealing with. But I need a focus from her, and I doubt that Eris would have brought me here for no reason.
I shrug. "I'm going to kill Klarion. I could.. just.. lure him somewhere and stab him with the Sword of the Fallen. But that isn't enough. The bit we've got walking around and making a nuisance of itself is disconnected from the greater part of the Lord of Chaos Klarion that exists in the Realm of Chaos itself." I look from the fish back to her for feedback. "Right? I mean, it seems like you'd know better than I do."
"̢Go̵ o̡n."͢
"But that mass could regrow his mind, or develop an intelligence of its own. And he could just get replaced by someone as bad, and while I'd probably feel a bit better about seeing him dead… That's not why I'm doing this. So I need to deal with that mass and I need to be sure that we get a Lord of Chaos who isn't like Klarion. So… My idea was to kill two birds with one stone. Get someone who could become a Lord of Chaos and use the Human-shaped bit of Klarion to force a connection."
Jemmy looks up from her plate, mouth slightly open, damp raisins and other pieces of cake stuck to her face.
"But to do that, I need a powerful focus of elemental Chaos magic. Eris told me that her apples wouldn't be enough. Which I assume is why she brought me before you."
"You i͝sn͠'̴t̀ very͝ ch͝aoti̸c̀.͢"͡
I nod. "I know. I'm not instinctively a particularly chaotic person. It's just that I look around, and… The existing order is so dysfunctional. It needs to change. The world needs more chaos, and if I'm the person in the right place…" I nod. "Then that's how it is."
"̵Ǹot͟ yo͜u͟ the͟n.̴ W̷ho?"̨
"Eris-" Who has pushed herself more or less upright. "-wasn't interested. So I asked John Constantine."
"Huuuurrrrhh-hahahah! Hehahahahah! RAAHHHAAHHHAAAHHAHHHAH! WOOOHHAHAHAAAHAHHHHAHAHAHH!"
Her body shifts as she continues laughing, childlike form replaced by something more obviously monstrous. Guffawing, she towers over the plaza as a titanic, misshapen figure. A child's clay model of a human brought to life. I've seen far uglier, but the sheer wrongness she now conveys puts her in the top ten things I don't want to see again.
And then the ogreish figure is gone and the girl has returned.
"̵Kl̸ar͝iòn ̢p͡u̸ll͏e͜d͝ ͜I's͟ ha͡i҉r and ̷p̛us͜he̵d͠ ͏I͠ of́f̧ th͞e̶ swi̷ng͡s̀.̷ ͏Yo͠u̸ ͞c̷a͘n hav͟e ͟I͢'̵s҉ fi̛sh҉."
She holds out the string towards me. I glance at Eris again, but she just pulls her head back slightly. Guess she doesn't want to involve herself further. I reach forward and take the string.
The fish deflates, falling to the ground.
"A҉ll ̵you'r̵es.̵ ͞A̕ll ̢doņe̷.̧"͡ She turns and starts walking away. "M҉ake śur͜e ̷you ͝şt̶a̸y͡ ̧iǹter͏e̷s͠t̕ing."
"I will certainly try, oh Princess of Cha-" And she's gone. "-os." I look down at the chaos fish balloon and then at Eris. And then at the place where the Tower of Fate should be. "Eris, can I assume that we need to go now?"
She struggles to her feet and lumbers in my direction. "Yes, yes we do."
I nod and transition us both away.
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aeqnai
Nerdy Homu
- Location
- Laniakea Supercluster
- Pronouns
- She/Her
For a second there I thought that was Delirium.
The thought of John Constantine, the Chaos Lord... Well, it could be worse. OL could have talked him into assuming the mantle of Destruction or something. Still, that should probably give him enough mojo to compete with Nabu on at least equal grounds.
The thought of John Constantine, the Chaos Lord... Well, it could be worse. OL could have talked him into assuming the mantle of Destruction or something. Still, that should probably give him enough mojo to compete with Nabu on at least equal grounds.
Nai
SI Archivist
Paul Yes.
He is, and he pretty much laughs off the threat.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
- Location
- Baton Rouge
Well, unless you know of someone with better intentions who is sufficiently chaotic, I'm not aware of any good alternatives. I've never really read any Constantine focused comics, but from what I've picked up he seems generally well intentioned but is faced with unwinnable conditions, and usually only manages a Pyrrhic victory. Giving him lots of power and preventing someone worse from coming along is a pretty decent plan.
esotericist
A Weary Hand
- Location
- Lacey, WA
Who WOULDN'T laugh like that at the idea of Constantine with any kind of authority?
Dakkan Sall
Random Encounter
- Location
- On the world map
Ooooh hell. It's Jemmy. Quick, bring ice cream so that she might get distracted enough to lose interest in us!
Because it's Constantine.
karmafalcon
In the wrong place at the right time.
Probably because he is an ideal candidate?
Stormbringer117
Soulless
- Location
- Australia
Did anyone else have trouble reading those Princess of Chaos Dialogue?
Translation?
Translation?
Ashaeron
Lurker in the Abyss
Given most of Constantine's situations and plans start at 'nightmarishly bad' and end up at 'pretty shit for everyone involved, but otherwise okay' as a result of his lack of personal power, giving him more power so that they go from nightmarishly bad to pretty okay seems like a decent plan. He is, generally speaking, a man who actually has had to make the shit calls, over and over again, and this gives him a better way. Hopefully it works out.
- Status