Yes, on alternate versions.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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Is this Doom in any way related to the Dr. Doom that used a time machine to summon various historical villains to conquer the world but got stopped by the Seven Soldiers of Victory? I know this one is magic and the other seemed scientific, but the have very similar appearances.
"How is it even possible for me to get drunk like that? I have a power ring!"
"I told you not to drink that, my Agent. Last time I tried it I blacked out for a week and woke up on Apokolips with a party hat and a giant jar full of pickled Parademons."
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Grayven just thinks he is on Earth 16. :lol
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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- Baton Rouge
Accurate. The SI also thinks he is on Earth 16. Does thinking something mean it is incorrect?
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Doesn't the SI think he is on Earth 16 because Baul's dimensional transporter listed it as such?
Yes but Renegade Baul also has a dimensional transporter that lists Grayven's earth as Earth 16.
Yes IIRC. And Grayven thinks it because of Batman 50's transporter I believe.
The Bushranger
In the Danger Zone
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"...plundering pants, dad?"
"And this! This is my..."
"Dad, no!"
"Plunderbuss."
"UGGGGGGGGH I CAN'T TAKE YOU ANYWHERE."
Supervillain name!
deadpan29
Strangely Stoic
One more time, since there seems to be some confusion:
Cursitor Doom is this guy, also described here. He and a lot of the other characters that have been mentioned lately seem to be at least partially based on their representation by Alan Moore and company in the work Albion.
Cursitor Doom is not in any way a rip off or reference to Marvel's Dr. Doom. He is not an "evil wizard" though he is from the creepy end of the comics spectrum.
Cursitor Doom is this guy, also described here. He and a lot of the other characters that have been mentioned lately seem to be at least partially based on their representation by Alan Moore and company in the work Albion.
Cursitor Doom is not in any way a rip off or reference to Marvel's Dr. Doom. He is not an "evil wizard" though he is from the creepy end of the comics spectrum.
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They're in alternate timelines, IIRC. Different versions of Earth-16.
Escalation (part 18)
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31st May
18:43 GMT
There's a sharp intake of breath from Mister Kipling. Was that it? My magic sense vanished with my spiritual force and I certainly can't see worth a damn. Father Box?
…
"Mister Doom, I'm going to need my weapons back. We need to get to Metropolis, and unless you can teleport us a boom tube would be-."
There's a sort of fizzing noise from my right side. OHSHITAMULET! I twist around, falling back to the ground as I try and grab it with my right hand. My fingers brush the surface and I flick it away just as quickly as I can.
There's a flickering from the far side of the room where I threw it, then a new blob appears.
"Mister Doom, I would very much like it if-"
"Nice try, alien. But whatever magic makes that knife of Sabbac's work on me, it doesn't stay worked."
"-we could leave now. Please!"
"Major Kelly."
"Cursitor Doom. Thank you for detaining the prisoner. I'll handle it from here."
"Major Kelly, I am afraid that I must question you concerning accusations made in my presence concerning the moral probity of the British government."
He's not…
"No formal accusations have been made, but investigations are continuing. This alien is sheltering a known murderer. Now, get out of my way and let me do my job. What is it, Kipling?"
"I'm not sure that it's the best idea to challenge a wizard in his own castle, Kelly."
"Major Kelly, I am not unfamiliar with the concept of a government conspiracy. Well intentioned as you may be, I am afraid that I cannot simply ignore testimony given to me under truth compulsion. Particularly when the one requesting the handover may well be implicated."
G-uh! "I have no specific evidence which suggests that Major Kelly is personally involved in the crimes which I am investigating. Though Chester's reports do strongly suggest that he has violated various national and international laws at the direction of the Home Secretary in the performance of his duties."
"Did you become a member of a British police or security service when I wasn't looking?"
"I'm afraid to say that I did not."
"Then I'm not going to concern myself with your opinion. Move or be moved."
I hear a series of rapid steps from the direction of Mister Kipling. Then a sort of woosh.
"Regrettable, but he will of course survive the fall. Mister Kipling, do you intend to join us or remain here?"
"Difficult question. I think on balance I'd rather stay. But if you could keep me appraised..?"
"That will depend on the result of my investigation. Mister Grayven? Your… Devices should-"
Ploong.
Corpsman, what just happened?
"-resume their function momentarily."
Ploong.
I know!
Plooong.
Yes, Yes. "Mister Doom, I… I can barely stand. Your magics only require the smallest part of my essence to cripple me completely. Could I please have at least a little back?"
"Very well, but I would caution you against the abuse of my generosity."
I wait for oh, that's better. I push myself up on all fours, then cautiously get my right foot under me and gently push upwards. There's a moment of dizziness and I hold my hands out to the sides to try and improve my balance. It passes, and I'm able to stand once again.
U-uhhh.
Right, quick check. Sword of the Fallen, check. Daiklave… Sticking out of the floor next to a gaping chasm. A gaping chasm whose bottom I can't see. Extra motivation -if any were needed- to be polite to Mister Doom. I pull the daiklave free and attach it to my back. Anything I'm forgetting? The illusion amulet, but that was broken and I don't think I'm in any position to make demands here. Any biological material I left down in the cell should have been destroyed by the fire…
I'm waiting for an answer, Corpsman!
Weapon nullification spell. Father Box, boom tube to the Centre for Paranormal Research in Metropolis. And see if you can do something about my eyes.
Ploong.
Alright. Sinestro?
Even now, your physiology resists me. A three dimensional map appears in my head. Better?
Yes, thank you. Father Box?
Boom!
Cursitor Doom regards the portal without much expression. "A curious technology."
I use Sinestrovision to check myself over. Bit of a mess. One quick wave of yellow and I'm presentable again, my eyes excepted. Doing my best to remain confident-looking I stride through the portal-
31st May
13:46 GMT -5
-and raise my ring to my right ear. "Grayven to everyone status re-"
"Master!"
"-port."
Miss Amane appears in front of me, looking somewhat dishevelled. "Master, where were you!? I was dreadfully worried!"
"Iname, where's Lynne?"
"Daddy!"
I turn, Sinestrovision showing me Lynne dashing down the corridor towards me, with…
Is that Mister Tawny? Yes, must be. The hulking Tiger-Man walks lightly down the corridor after her, his fur glowing faintly golden as it ripples in a nonexistent breeze. I kneel down and spread out my arms just in time for Lynne to run into my chest. We embrace.
And I breathe out.
A few seconds pass like that. I hate not being… Able to react to things.
"Grayven."
I tilt my head upwards in the direction of Mister Tawny's face. "Mister Tawny. That's a new look for you."
"I've been spending some time in the mana infuser." He holds out his right paw-hand, razor sharp claws extended. "A curious sensation. I think bipedalism could grow on me."
"Casualties?"
"We took a few hits, nothing to create a scene about. Tri-Man is being transported to Stryker's Island and the central cognition unit of the giant robot is being held by the Special Crimes Unit."
"What about the bystanders?"
"A few broken bones here and there. And various minor injuries. No deaths."
I frown. "No Superman?"
"Busy with something or other."
"The rest of the League?"
"Hawkman got in contact but Doctor Robbins told him that we had things in hand. Apparently there's been a bit of a spate of attacks today."
Behind me, Cursitor Doom walks through the boom tube, which shuts down behind him. Mister Tawny turns his head to look at him, then returns his attention to me. "Why don't we pop back to the mountain for a bit of a note-comparing session?"
18:43 GMT
There's a sharp intake of breath from Mister Kipling. Was that it? My magic sense vanished with my spiritual force and I certainly can't see worth a damn. Father Box?
…
"Mister Doom, I'm going to need my weapons back. We need to get to Metropolis, and unless you can teleport us a boom tube would be-."
There's a sort of fizzing noise from my right side. OHSHITAMULET! I twist around, falling back to the ground as I try and grab it with my right hand. My fingers brush the surface and I flick it away just as quickly as I can.
There's a flickering from the far side of the room where I threw it, then a new blob appears.
"Mister Doom, I would very much like it if-"
"Nice try, alien. But whatever magic makes that knife of Sabbac's work on me, it doesn't stay worked."
"-we could leave now. Please!"
"Major Kelly."
"Cursitor Doom. Thank you for detaining the prisoner. I'll handle it from here."
"Major Kelly, I am afraid that I must question you concerning accusations made in my presence concerning the moral probity of the British government."
He's not…
"No formal accusations have been made, but investigations are continuing. This alien is sheltering a known murderer. Now, get out of my way and let me do my job. What is it, Kipling?"
"I'm not sure that it's the best idea to challenge a wizard in his own castle, Kelly."
"Major Kelly, I am not unfamiliar with the concept of a government conspiracy. Well intentioned as you may be, I am afraid that I cannot simply ignore testimony given to me under truth compulsion. Particularly when the one requesting the handover may well be implicated."
G-uh! "I have no specific evidence which suggests that Major Kelly is personally involved in the crimes which I am investigating. Though Chester's reports do strongly suggest that he has violated various national and international laws at the direction of the Home Secretary in the performance of his duties."
"Did you become a member of a British police or security service when I wasn't looking?"
"I'm afraid to say that I did not."
"Then I'm not going to concern myself with your opinion. Move or be moved."
I hear a series of rapid steps from the direction of Mister Kipling. Then a sort of woosh.
"Regrettable, but he will of course survive the fall. Mister Kipling, do you intend to join us or remain here?"
"Difficult question. I think on balance I'd rather stay. But if you could keep me appraised..?"
"That will depend on the result of my investigation. Mister Grayven? Your… Devices should-"
Ploong.
Corpsman, what just happened?
"-resume their function momentarily."
Ploong.
I know!
Plooong.
Yes, Yes. "Mister Doom, I… I can barely stand. Your magics only require the smallest part of my essence to cripple me completely. Could I please have at least a little back?"
"Very well, but I would caution you against the abuse of my generosity."
I wait for oh, that's better. I push myself up on all fours, then cautiously get my right foot under me and gently push upwards. There's a moment of dizziness and I hold my hands out to the sides to try and improve my balance. It passes, and I'm able to stand once again.
U-uhhh.
Right, quick check. Sword of the Fallen, check. Daiklave… Sticking out of the floor next to a gaping chasm. A gaping chasm whose bottom I can't see. Extra motivation -if any were needed- to be polite to Mister Doom. I pull the daiklave free and attach it to my back. Anything I'm forgetting? The illusion amulet, but that was broken and I don't think I'm in any position to make demands here. Any biological material I left down in the cell should have been destroyed by the fire…
I'm waiting for an answer, Corpsman!
Weapon nullification spell. Father Box, boom tube to the Centre for Paranormal Research in Metropolis. And see if you can do something about my eyes.
Ploong.
Alright. Sinestro?
Even now, your physiology resists me. A three dimensional map appears in my head. Better?
Yes, thank you. Father Box?
Boom!
Cursitor Doom regards the portal without much expression. "A curious technology."
I use Sinestrovision to check myself over. Bit of a mess. One quick wave of yellow and I'm presentable again, my eyes excepted. Doing my best to remain confident-looking I stride through the portal-
31st May
13:46 GMT -5
-and raise my ring to my right ear. "Grayven to everyone status re-"
"Master!"
"-port."
Miss Amane appears in front of me, looking somewhat dishevelled. "Master, where were you!? I was dreadfully worried!"
"Iname, where's Lynne?"
"Daddy!"
I turn, Sinestrovision showing me Lynne dashing down the corridor towards me, with…
Is that Mister Tawny? Yes, must be. The hulking Tiger-Man walks lightly down the corridor after her, his fur glowing faintly golden as it ripples in a nonexistent breeze. I kneel down and spread out my arms just in time for Lynne to run into my chest. We embrace.
And I breathe out.
A few seconds pass like that. I hate not being… Able to react to things.
"Grayven."
I tilt my head upwards in the direction of Mister Tawny's face. "Mister Tawny. That's a new look for you."
"I've been spending some time in the mana infuser." He holds out his right paw-hand, razor sharp claws extended. "A curious sensation. I think bipedalism could grow on me."
"Casualties?"
"We took a few hits, nothing to create a scene about. Tri-Man is being transported to Stryker's Island and the central cognition unit of the giant robot is being held by the Special Crimes Unit."
"What about the bystanders?"
"A few broken bones here and there. And various minor injuries. No deaths."
I frown. "No Superman?"
"Busy with something or other."
"The rest of the League?"
"Hawkman got in contact but Doctor Robbins told him that we had things in hand. Apparently there's been a bit of a spate of attacks today."
Behind me, Cursitor Doom walks through the boom tube, which shuts down behind him. Mister Tawny turns his head to look at him, then returns his attention to me. "Why don't we pop back to the mountain for a bit of a note-comparing session?"
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HanEmpire
Delicious
"It doesn't count if I fix it before you post."
I expect this debriefing to be..... Extra dry.
Emerald Oracle
Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force
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It would appear that my initial reaction yesterday was quite correct! New Mentor! Also, I'm hoping that he perhaps gets to interact with June Robbins, because they come from such opposed ends of the genre! A cryptic and somewhat creepy wizard of phenomenal skill vs a Jet Age mortal adventurer who got by entirely by her wits. Granted, they're both very cunning and thinky characters, but they have some rather fundamental differences!
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well someone's about to get in trouble, possibly a great many someones. I mean technically what UK cult did was the least bad choice they had, launching a preemptive strike that would have been deniable had it worked. But now that it failed, in a way that left one of their known agents in US custody and a super heavyweight magic user cross with then. Though I think they are still better off than if they had done nothing, if this mess goes public like it looks to be about to they are more likely to spend the rest of their lives rotting in a hole somewhere, rather than simply being killed.
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Stormbringer117
Soulless
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I had a devil of a job trying to follow who said what.
WAFF for the conquest god? Humm… doesn't seem quite right but fair enough.
Poor Father box. He just finished putting Grayven's soul back together and a couple of month later the young idiot damages it again.
Wouldn't count on it. Both walking and standing require more effort for bipeds than for quadrupeds. No feline would needlessly use a less lazy form.
Although he will probably keep it till he works out how to keep the thumbs in quad-mode.
Thumbs Are Awesome.
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I thought it was pretty clear. Can you give me an example of what you had trouble with?
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Merry Christmas, and Ophidian bless us, every one.
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