Evil Plan
Not nearly so nefarious as my name signifies
- Location
- Eastern United States
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I haven't seen anyone else mention this yet, so.
Should be "just then".
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
- Start date
- Status
- Location
- texas
You mean there aren't a secret society of memesmiths protecting our Earth from ultraterrestrial invasion?
Of course, if they're doing their jobs, we wouldn't know about it either way.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
- Location
- Killeen, TX
The right choice isn't the decent one.
Xavier Bronze
The Avatar
- Location
- Metropolis
Paragon has Connor in his. What's the problem?
- Location
- australia
"hey, way i see it, if both parts of a pairing pass the Harkness test...."
Grayven's Angels
:lolon the other hand, humans and kryptonians are outwardly similar and Clark grew up absorbing a human perspective on physical beauty. Sunset Has a very different on what looks 'hot'.
NexysDhyArchen
Throne Breaker
Of course, there raises the question of the Christmas episode where Lynne asks for a pony, and shenanigans ensue.
Kerrus
Fractal Insanity
It's a shame that the only other place I've seen the whole concept of 'Ponies who go through the magic mirror aren't magically oriented towards humanoids' is a tag on derpibooru dedicated entirely to porn. It's nice to see that while cross-species stuff can and does happen, that for some characters, the fact that they're surrounded by screaming furless apes doesn't mean they suddenly want to get in bed with them over beings with a more familiar anatomy.
We can intimate that interspecies stuff has happened in MLP, given Griffons, Minotaurs, Centaurs, and whatever the heck Scorpan was- along with nobody finding Spike's crush on Rarity odd or unusual, but it's also clear that there are those who are strictly kind with kind in their approach to things. There is no shame or problem in being the latter- after all, relatively few humans have the ability to find other species attractive (outside of highly stylized art).
I mean go look at an actual horse. Not a pastel colored art piece depicting a pony, but a real photograph of a horse. Then try to convince yourself to find it attractive. Maybe go find some videos of horse breeding and see if it 'does it for you'.
It's the same thing that's going on with Sunset, effectively. Humanoids just don't do it for her, and it's not likely to be a short road to bypass the natural inclination against it. Might still happen at some point, who can say, but
We can intimate that interspecies stuff has happened in MLP, given Griffons, Minotaurs, Centaurs, and whatever the heck Scorpan was- along with nobody finding Spike's crush on Rarity odd or unusual, but it's also clear that there are those who are strictly kind with kind in their approach to things. There is no shame or problem in being the latter- after all, relatively few humans have the ability to find other species attractive (outside of highly stylized art).
I mean go look at an actual horse. Not a pastel colored art piece depicting a pony, but a real photograph of a horse. Then try to convince yourself to find it attractive. Maybe go find some videos of horse breeding and see if it 'does it for you'.
It's the same thing that's going on with Sunset, effectively. Humanoids just don't do it for her, and it's not likely to be a short road to bypass the natural inclination against it. Might still happen at some point, who can say, but
Humanoids don't do it for her, and horses and ponies (as opposed to Ponies) are probably a bit too uncanny valley.
AFAIK they would be like apes are to us.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Spike grew up around Ponies, was raised by Ponies and as far as we know never had to deal with another Dragon until the migration episode. It looks like he's internalised Pony ideals of beauty.
Escalation (part 6)
- Location
- Hampden Park
30th May
08:59 GMT -5
"I don't remember my parents." Miss Selton moves her fingers over the surface of her coffee cup. "One of the social workers at a home I was living in left my file out one time so I know what they look like, but it was just a photograph. I could probably find out why I got put up for adoption if I wanted to, but-" She raises her right hand and a gout of fire leaps forth. I don't flinch. "-I can probably guess. I've been able to make fire for as long as I can remember and my control didn't use to be all that great. Maybe I burned down their house. Hm." She closes her hand and looks away. "Maybe they're dead, and I'm the one who killed them. I wouldn't have been old enough to know what I was doing… But I think I'd rather not know."
She shrugs. "I didn't get adopted. Might have been because I could set people on fire. Might have just been unlucky. One of my case workers read about-" She looks around the canteen. "-this place, and got in touch with Doctor Williams. I came from Vermont originally-." She slumps slightly. "Least, I think I did. Anyway, I got transferred here when I was eleven."
"How old are you now?"
She looks at me, right eyebrow slightly raised. "I thought you were supposed to know everything."
"I could hack your personal records. I'm asking you."
"Seventeen. Which is why Agent Gallagher's bothering me. My grades are…" She closes her eyes for a moment. "Okay. But there's no way I could afford to go to college even if I could get in. He wants me for some kind of research program."
"Isn't.. this a research program?"
"This is a school. I watch movies, I know what happens to people with powers who go to government laboratories."
"Point of information. I know the man who runs the United States metahuman development program. His name is General Samuel Lane, and I'm reasonably confident that he wouldn't be on board with dissecting people."
"I don't really want to be a weapon either. Just because I can set people on fire doesn't mean I'd like doing it."
All well and good, but fairly useless for my purposes. "Miss Selton, if I did offer you employment, precisely what did you think you would be doing?"
She shrugs. "What can I say? Lynne made working for you sound really appealing."
Awakened, with New God armour… She could be useful. But not all that much more useful than a well equipped lowlie. Her power doesn't make her stronger, tougher or faster. She doesn't have any particularly useful skills… And I don't have any personal obligation to her. "What exactly can you do?"
"I make fire. I usually throw it from my hands, but I can actually make it come from anywhere." She tilts her head upwards and blows out-. A ring of fire, as if she were exhaling a smoke ring. A circle of.. burning…
Sinestro, what the fuck?
A most curious phenomenon, Corpsman. Normally, a fire would require heat, oxygen and fuel. She appears to be able to bypass at least one of those requirements. The heat does not appear to be radiating away from the flame, but when I scan the fire directly it reads as being fifteen hundred degrees.
Stuff like this is why metahumans need to be studied. It makes no sense and yet is clearly happening.
On that we are in full agreement.
Father Box, any ideas?
Ploong.
Yes, I realised that.
"The biggest fire I ever made was a sphere about half a mile across. I can make them hot enough to melt steel, but I have to focus on it to do that. And obviously I can't be hurt by fire myself."
"Can you make it hotter than melting steel requires?"
"I don't know. I probably could, but that wouldn't be safe for anyone nearby."
Hm. Aside from the obvious combat applications there is welding, performance art…
"Can you turn fire off?"
She frowns, opens her right hand and lets fire dance over her palm for a moment before closing her hand and snuffing it out.
I shake my head, then take a ceramic bowl filled with copper chloride powder in methanol out of subspace. I tap my right index finger against the bowl and ignite it. "Can you put it out?"
"Kind of." She holds her right hand over it, the air around her skin flaring with blue fire. Then she closes her hand and the fire goes out, both around her hand and in the bowl. "I can't just turn it off, but I can consume all of the oxygen around it. That puts most fires out."
"Have you considered applying to work with the Metropolis fire service?" She gives me a weary look. "You seem to be reasonably physically fit, you're fireproof and can burn oxygen and so starve fires. You'd have a leg up with the fireproof thing alone."
"I don't know."
"Military or paramilitary work is the obvious application for heat generation. If you aren't willing to do that then there aren't many areas where what you can do is an advantage. What do you like doing?"
"I like using my power. I like not being forced to do things." She turns away, looking out of the cafeteria window. "What I want hasn't really been a big part of my life."
"How about performance arts? Some sort of dance routine which involved your pyromantic abilities?
"Dancing? I don't know how to dance. Not the kind people pay to watch, anyway."
"I might be able to help there. I have in my employ a species of telepathic Gnome-like creatures. If you want, they could implant knowledge into your mind. You could learn the moves of someone who had been trained in ballet since they were three years old, and it would take a few hours at most. A little longer to fully integrate it with your own proprioception, but it would skip an awful lot of learning."
"And what's the downside?"
"The G-Gnomes are kind of creepy if you're not used to them. And you may find them going into your mind disturbing. I know I would, I maintain flawless mental barriers at all times to prevent things like that occurring. Also, you would be quite disorientated during the integration process.
"That doesn't sound-." She blinks. "Wait a second. I could learn anything like that?"
"Anything known to someone the G-Gnomes could reasonably access and comprehend, yes."
"So I could go to college. I'd just need them to teach me math, science and English rather than whatever I needed for a job. If I got straight A's I could get a scholarship no problem."
"I.. suppose you could. I should warn you though: that's a lot of information you'd be taking in. The only two people I know to be taught like that were much younger than you are now. I can't guarantee how well it would work. And -from personal experience- I wouldn't advise going in for further education purely as a way of avoiding making a decision about future employment."
"I want to try it. If there's a risk, I'm fine with that."
"Alright. I'm pretty sure that you pass Gillick competency standards. I'll talk to the Genomorphs about setting the upload up. Anything else?"
"That agent guy I was talking to. Kurt Gallagher?"
"An irrelevance, really. I have regular meetings with both General Lane and President Horne. I'm fairly sure that between the three of us we can slap some sense into him if he bothers you any more." I shrug. "What agency does he work for, anyway?"
"His identity card says 'SHADE', but I don't know who they are."
"SHADE?" Hmm. "Now, isn't that interesting. Tell.. me.. more."
08:59 GMT -5
"I don't remember my parents." Miss Selton moves her fingers over the surface of her coffee cup. "One of the social workers at a home I was living in left my file out one time so I know what they look like, but it was just a photograph. I could probably find out why I got put up for adoption if I wanted to, but-" She raises her right hand and a gout of fire leaps forth. I don't flinch. "-I can probably guess. I've been able to make fire for as long as I can remember and my control didn't use to be all that great. Maybe I burned down their house. Hm." She closes her hand and looks away. "Maybe they're dead, and I'm the one who killed them. I wouldn't have been old enough to know what I was doing… But I think I'd rather not know."
She shrugs. "I didn't get adopted. Might have been because I could set people on fire. Might have just been unlucky. One of my case workers read about-" She looks around the canteen. "-this place, and got in touch with Doctor Williams. I came from Vermont originally-." She slumps slightly. "Least, I think I did. Anyway, I got transferred here when I was eleven."
"How old are you now?"
She looks at me, right eyebrow slightly raised. "I thought you were supposed to know everything."
"I could hack your personal records. I'm asking you."
"Seventeen. Which is why Agent Gallagher's bothering me. My grades are…" She closes her eyes for a moment. "Okay. But there's no way I could afford to go to college even if I could get in. He wants me for some kind of research program."
"Isn't.. this a research program?"
"This is a school. I watch movies, I know what happens to people with powers who go to government laboratories."
"Point of information. I know the man who runs the United States metahuman development program. His name is General Samuel Lane, and I'm reasonably confident that he wouldn't be on board with dissecting people."
"I don't really want to be a weapon either. Just because I can set people on fire doesn't mean I'd like doing it."
All well and good, but fairly useless for my purposes. "Miss Selton, if I did offer you employment, precisely what did you think you would be doing?"
She shrugs. "What can I say? Lynne made working for you sound really appealing."
Awakened, with New God armour… She could be useful. But not all that much more useful than a well equipped lowlie. Her power doesn't make her stronger, tougher or faster. She doesn't have any particularly useful skills… And I don't have any personal obligation to her. "What exactly can you do?"
"I make fire. I usually throw it from my hands, but I can actually make it come from anywhere." She tilts her head upwards and blows out-. A ring of fire, as if she were exhaling a smoke ring. A circle of.. burning…
Sinestro, what the fuck?
A most curious phenomenon, Corpsman. Normally, a fire would require heat, oxygen and fuel. She appears to be able to bypass at least one of those requirements. The heat does not appear to be radiating away from the flame, but when I scan the fire directly it reads as being fifteen hundred degrees.
Stuff like this is why metahumans need to be studied. It makes no sense and yet is clearly happening.
On that we are in full agreement.
Father Box, any ideas?
Ploong.
Yes, I realised that.
"The biggest fire I ever made was a sphere about half a mile across. I can make them hot enough to melt steel, but I have to focus on it to do that. And obviously I can't be hurt by fire myself."
"Can you make it hotter than melting steel requires?"
"I don't know. I probably could, but that wouldn't be safe for anyone nearby."
Hm. Aside from the obvious combat applications there is welding, performance art…
"Can you turn fire off?"
She frowns, opens her right hand and lets fire dance over her palm for a moment before closing her hand and snuffing it out.
I shake my head, then take a ceramic bowl filled with copper chloride powder in methanol out of subspace. I tap my right index finger against the bowl and ignite it. "Can you put it out?"
"Kind of." She holds her right hand over it, the air around her skin flaring with blue fire. Then she closes her hand and the fire goes out, both around her hand and in the bowl. "I can't just turn it off, but I can consume all of the oxygen around it. That puts most fires out."
"Have you considered applying to work with the Metropolis fire service?" She gives me a weary look. "You seem to be reasonably physically fit, you're fireproof and can burn oxygen and so starve fires. You'd have a leg up with the fireproof thing alone."
"I don't know."
"Military or paramilitary work is the obvious application for heat generation. If you aren't willing to do that then there aren't many areas where what you can do is an advantage. What do you like doing?"
"I like using my power. I like not being forced to do things." She turns away, looking out of the cafeteria window. "What I want hasn't really been a big part of my life."
"How about performance arts? Some sort of dance routine which involved your pyromantic abilities?
"Dancing? I don't know how to dance. Not the kind people pay to watch, anyway."
"I might be able to help there. I have in my employ a species of telepathic Gnome-like creatures. If you want, they could implant knowledge into your mind. You could learn the moves of someone who had been trained in ballet since they were three years old, and it would take a few hours at most. A little longer to fully integrate it with your own proprioception, but it would skip an awful lot of learning."
"And what's the downside?"
"The G-Gnomes are kind of creepy if you're not used to them. And you may find them going into your mind disturbing. I know I would, I maintain flawless mental barriers at all times to prevent things like that occurring. Also, you would be quite disorientated during the integration process.
"That doesn't sound-." She blinks. "Wait a second. I could learn anything like that?"
"Anything known to someone the G-Gnomes could reasonably access and comprehend, yes."
"So I could go to college. I'd just need them to teach me math, science and English rather than whatever I needed for a job. If I got straight A's I could get a scholarship no problem."
"I.. suppose you could. I should warn you though: that's a lot of information you'd be taking in. The only two people I know to be taught like that were much younger than you are now. I can't guarantee how well it would work. And -from personal experience- I wouldn't advise going in for further education purely as a way of avoiding making a decision about future employment."
"I want to try it. If there's a risk, I'm fine with that."
"Alright. I'm pretty sure that you pass Gillick competency standards. I'll talk to the Genomorphs about setting the upload up. Anything else?"
"That agent guy I was talking to. Kurt Gallagher?"
"An irrelevance, really. I have regular meetings with both General Lane and President Horne. I'm fairly sure that between the three of us we can slap some sense into him if he bothers you any more." I shrug. "What agency does he work for, anyway?"
"His identity card says 'SHADE', but I don't know who they are."
"SHADE?" Hmm. "Now, isn't that interesting. Tell.. me.. more."
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Not sure if everything before Gillick competency is supposed to be one big link, but it is.
Edit: Also isn't Gillick Competency only needed for people under 16?
Edit: Also isn't Gillick Competency only needed for people under 16?
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A good summary of the situation, yes.
I can usually guess what Father Box is trying to say by using the context, but here I have no idea. Still funny, though!
Shouldn't that be "didn't use to"?
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Blazinghand
O cursèd spite
- Location
- California
Aw, Graven learning that sometimes doing good is its own reward--and sometimes, it finds you leads.
- Location
- madison
I have to say, she really does sound like a teenager nervous about what they want to do with her life. Which makes sense, since that's very much what she is. Half mile spheres of steel melting flame aside.
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
- Location
- Killeen, TX
Life Entity the fuck. That, and probably Sol being polite to Dream during that one party where Sto-Oa stole his girl.
- Location
- Hampden Park
IF I FIX IT BEFORE YOU POST THEN IT DOESN'T COUNT.
In the UK... Maybe. Grayven doesn't know how the law applies in Metropolis. Then you've got people with learning disabilities...
Thank you, corrected.
Rossum
Not a Cyberman
- Location
- Earth
Claire: "The whole thing seemed really shady to me."
~Earlier~
Agent Gallagher: *wearing sunglasses and standing half-concealed in the shadows* Hello Miss Selton. I hear you have special skills. I'm looking for people like you to join a very important team. *hands her his card*
~Present~
Claire: I mean, I find some shady guy standing around wearing shades in the shade, acting shady, and he works for an organization named SHADE...
Graven: *rubbing his temples* Oh God, I... yes, I can see how that would trigger some alarms.
Claire: He was literally a card-carrying shady guy. From SHADE.
Graven: *groans*
Alternatly:
~In Claire Selton's basement~
Claire: Look man, I don't know who you are, but whoever you're looking for...
Agent Gallagher: *thows a SHADEarang at her*
Claire: *vaporises it with her mind*
Agent Gallagher: So, you make fire.
Claire: ...
Agent Gallagher: *on fire* OH GOD! MY FLESH IS EXPLODING!! AGGHH!
~In Claire Selton's basement~
Claire: Look man, I don't know who you are, but whoever you're looking for...
Agent Gallagher: *thows a SHADEarang at her*
Claire: *vaporises it with her mind*
Agent Gallagher: So, you make fire.
Claire: ...
Agent Gallagher: *on fire* OH GOD! MY FLESH IS EXPLODING!! AGGHH!
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- Location
- Hampden Park
No he didn't. He compared her combat abilities to those a lowlie could possess.
- Location
- Oblivion
And then he got immediately proven wrong.
The only disappointing thing is that she didn't do it by setting his pants on fire.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Maybe I missed something in my own writing, but I don't think he did. What can she do in a fight that a lowlie with a blaster and a grenade can't? Her fires move at subsonic speed, blasters fire at lightspeed.
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