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Explain. Please, for the love of sanity, EXPLAIN WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT HERE.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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rkyeun
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That's Ganondorf.
(And incidentally not a bad choice. The Triforce of Power is axiomatically not a slouch.)
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Sorry, didn't mean to be coy.
Vertigo run of Kid Eternity that retconned the everloving hell out of Kid Eternity's origin.
Also established the lords of chaos as demons, and the lords of order as self righteous demons.
And supposedly, that if you can trust a demon lord of chaos, the lords of chaos, or at least a faction of them, are the good guys.
They want to help humanity achieve enlightenment/apotheosis as a gift to God, hoping that this little gift will be enough of an apology that God will let them move back home.
The lords of order want to stop that, because they want to retain their place above humanity in the cosmic food chain.
Okay, thank you, I had no idea what bit of pop culture I was unaware of that my typo inspired there.
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Like I said, Paul plans to stay under the radar for a while longer.
Doesn't change the fact that Fate refusing to get his identity confirmed could be more than mere stubbornness. He could actually be compromised, and Paul letting him get away with not being scanned would be letting that through.
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Wouldn't Fate allowing himself to be scanned be a sign of him being compromised though? I mean, looking back on past behaviour, it would be odd for him to actually allow himself to be scanned. It's business as usual with him not allowing it so, of course that does make him a prime candidate to replace in an infiltration. As being an Arse of Order, means that behaviour that is normal would allow an infiltrator to keep their cover easier.
I dunno, following the established security procedures is pretty orderly.
Throwing a hissy-fit and smashing the machine? Resorting to violence due to a fit pique?
Chaotic, and unstable.
The more I think about it, the more I wonder if he's actually under some sort of compulsion or something.
You mean those non-standard additions that were placed on the existing security procedures on a whim? Added on a whim of an agent of chaos, no less?
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That would make a lot of sense, having more JL show up battle ready because refusing to be scanned and destroying the defenses send out a silent priority alert to the entire league as an attempted breach by impersonating a League member.
Shame Nabu is so bad at modern technology. The scene would go more like Nabu starts blowing up defensive infrastructure, and the phone in his pocket immediately starts going "Ring a ding ding do, ding ding da ding da do" (because of course OL arranged things so Nabu's default ringtone is the most annoying one in the world, used by douche bosses everywhere.)
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The whim that was the invasion and ransacking/destruction of the mountain the existing security procedures did nothing to stop?
Sure, but still a whim, not something that went through the proper chain of command.
I'm not saying Paul was wrong to install them. I'm just pointing out that @iamnuff is mistaken in treating the new additions as part of the established security procedures. And since he uses that false assumption as his basis for calling Nabu chaotic, it needed to be corrected.
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I can't help but imagine Nabu's reaction when Paul and company rip him off Giovanni's head, how his probable paranoia actually comes true regarding how subtle chaos can be until you least expect it, and how the general reaction from everyone else. Especially from heroes who probably thought that the dickish behavior between the two wouldn't lead to one of them actually killing the other.
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This is very true, high level powers like them really aren't used to that kind of conflict ending. Normally people grudgingly pretend the other doesn't exist or snipe and snark, undermine and sabotage. Even when it gets really serious even life threatening, it's rare to have an outright Winner.
Titanfall (part 8)
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- Hampden Park
19th June
06:27 GMT -5
"Hm hm-hm. Hm hm-hm-hm-hm-hm."
I look around from the frying pan as a tired-looking Wallace walks into the kitchen. "You have trouble sleeping too?"
"No? I'm usually awake at this sort of time." I use a pair of tongs to turn the bacon over. "The only reason I'm eating breakfast now instead of half an hour ago is that I had an idea about tracking down Truggs' mercenaries."
Wallace shambles towards the fridge and pulls open the door, picking up the orange juice carton. "What, like checking the backgrounds of the guys you and the Hawks picked up yesterday and seeing if any of their associates are unaccounted for?"
"Cht… Cht… Yes."
"Right." He steps away from the fridge, closing the door and heading towards where we keep the glasses. "Pretty sure Batman and Rob are already on it." He stops before reaching his destination, standing up a little straighter. "Wait a sec. Wasn't this place a wreck yesterday?"
"Wallace, you know how much time I spend in here." He nods, then takes another step forwards and kneels down to reach the cupboard. "Did you really think I wouldn't be able to recreate it?"
"Didn't recreate my room."
"I've been inside your room once, and I certainly didn't scan it."
He straightens up with a glass in his hand and puts it down on the work surface before pouring orange juice from the carton into it. "Doesn't really matter. Didn't have much in there anyway."
"Did you..? Stay here overnight for any particular reason?"
He puts the carton down, picks up his glass and turns around, taking a sip as he does so. "I was still kinda freaked out about… What you said, about them coming after us any time they feel like. I… thought they might-."
"Attack your home, which wouldn't be worth doing if you weren't there."
He looks away, nodding. "Guess I'm just not used to being in the line of fire the whole time. Usually if one of the Rogues wants to pick a fight with Uncle Barry they go after an armoured car or something."
"I'm… Much as I'd like to, I can't upgrade your family home's security very far. Not if you don't want it to be obvious that a suburban home has been replaced by a fortress."
He takes another sip, then fishes a small vial of his latest chi-infusion potion out of his pocket. "Don't think it would really be in keeping with the neighborhood. You about done with the stove?"
I pick up a rasher. It's appropriately brown without being burnt. "Yep." I pick up my plate with my left hand and use the tongs to transfer the bacon to the waiting bread before putting it down, stepping back and walking over to the table.
Wallace assumes my position, taking another swig of orange juice before putting the glass down and picking up the tongs. He points them at the rest of the packet of bacon. "You mind if I..?"
"No no, that's what it's here for." I squirt out a small amount of ketchup onto the unbaconed slice of bread and spread it evenly across the surface with a knife. It took me quite a while to get bread that was the right texture for bacon. When I was… Whow. First time I've… Thought about life on Earth Prime for a while. The bread machine always made the crust too crisp and the insides too soft. A bit of a crust is fine, but the interior really needs a combination of absorbency and sponginess that comes naturally to factory bread but is harder to achieve through home baking. "There are eggs and a few tomatoes in the fridge if you want them."
"Any hash browns?"
"There are some potatoes and a grater?"
He turns the hob up and puts four rashers into the frying pan. "Any waffles?"
"A waffle iron… And we've got the materials for waffle batter."
"Oh El… I get you've got this.. thing, about 'real food'. But sometimes it's okay to eat out of a packet."
I pick up my sandwich in my right hand. "Would you eat packet bacon?"
"Oh, now you're just being silly."
I take a bite into Scotland's finest. Mm. My improved sense of taste and smell certainly isn't the best part of the modifications the rings have made to my body, but it does make eating a much more satisfying experience.
"You got any idea what Kaldur wants us doing today?" I wince as I chew, my silence causing him to look around. "Oh. He still pissed with you?" I nod. "I kinda get why. I mean, I get why you didn't tell anyone, but… I think I probably would have. If it were me." I nod again as I swallow. It's not an unreasonable position to take. "I mean, if we'd known he needed protecting-."
"The League could have provided security for ten months? Security good enough to stop… About twenty people in invisible phasing armour carrying guns with crumbler rounds? Without severely interfering with the life of his family? And that wouldn't just draw our enemies' attention to him?"
"Huh." He turns back to the hob and starts flipping the bacon over. "Hadn't thought of it like that."
"I admit it's still a very debatable decision on my part." I take a small bite while I think. Nabu is doing what he can to bypass the wards protecting the Saremites, Batman is investigating the Human end. Unless… Either of them ask for help, there isn't anything for me to do there. I suppose that I could… Spread rune stones throughout the Atlantic. That might improve their reception. Of course, I don't have anything like that number of stones… Aaaand to get more I'd have to go to Poseidonis, which Diana told me not to do.
Okay, what else? I could get John to open a portal to Hell and assimilate a few Demons. See if any of them know something. If I won a straight fight with Satanus, that would make things a good deal simpler. Just forcing him to flee would probably weaken him politically… No. If what I saw when I went after Mister Gregor was anything to go by I'd be swarmed under. I don't have enough anti-Demon weapons that would function in Hell. Maybe drawing the attention of Duma and Ramiel to what he's been up to?
Angels. That would be like trusting Klarion. And of course, that's the alternate route, isn't it? Activate my plan to remove Klarion a little early. Dealing with a second member of the Light would serve to nicely balance things up after they wrecked my home. Might even motivate the rest not to do something like this again. It would risk alerting Nabu…
"Batman to Mount Justice."
I wave my arm in the general direction of the kitchen's communication system. "Orange Lantern here, sir." Wallace looks torn between coming to attention and attending to his breakfast. After a moment's hesitation he opts to remove the frying pan from the hob and face the monitor.
"I've been following up on possible leads on Ocean Master's location. Unfortunately, I don't have enough time to conduct hundreds of interviews in person." From the background it looks like he's in the Batcave. "I'm sending you a list now. You have Justice League authority to request support from local police. Have the team interview as many of them as you can and forward potential leads to me."
"Yes sir. How-?"
The monitor goes dead.
06:27 GMT -5
"Hm hm-hm. Hm hm-hm-hm-hm-hm."
I look around from the frying pan as a tired-looking Wallace walks into the kitchen. "You have trouble sleeping too?"
"No? I'm usually awake at this sort of time." I use a pair of tongs to turn the bacon over. "The only reason I'm eating breakfast now instead of half an hour ago is that I had an idea about tracking down Truggs' mercenaries."
Wallace shambles towards the fridge and pulls open the door, picking up the orange juice carton. "What, like checking the backgrounds of the guys you and the Hawks picked up yesterday and seeing if any of their associates are unaccounted for?"
"Cht… Cht… Yes."
"Right." He steps away from the fridge, closing the door and heading towards where we keep the glasses. "Pretty sure Batman and Rob are already on it." He stops before reaching his destination, standing up a little straighter. "Wait a sec. Wasn't this place a wreck yesterday?"
"Wallace, you know how much time I spend in here." He nods, then takes another step forwards and kneels down to reach the cupboard. "Did you really think I wouldn't be able to recreate it?"
"Didn't recreate my room."
"I've been inside your room once, and I certainly didn't scan it."
He straightens up with a glass in his hand and puts it down on the work surface before pouring orange juice from the carton into it. "Doesn't really matter. Didn't have much in there anyway."
"Did you..? Stay here overnight for any particular reason?"
He puts the carton down, picks up his glass and turns around, taking a sip as he does so. "I was still kinda freaked out about… What you said, about them coming after us any time they feel like. I… thought they might-."
"Attack your home, which wouldn't be worth doing if you weren't there."
He looks away, nodding. "Guess I'm just not used to being in the line of fire the whole time. Usually if one of the Rogues wants to pick a fight with Uncle Barry they go after an armoured car or something."
"I'm… Much as I'd like to, I can't upgrade your family home's security very far. Not if you don't want it to be obvious that a suburban home has been replaced by a fortress."
He takes another sip, then fishes a small vial of his latest chi-infusion potion out of his pocket. "Don't think it would really be in keeping with the neighborhood. You about done with the stove?"
I pick up a rasher. It's appropriately brown without being burnt. "Yep." I pick up my plate with my left hand and use the tongs to transfer the bacon to the waiting bread before putting it down, stepping back and walking over to the table.
Wallace assumes my position, taking another swig of orange juice before putting the glass down and picking up the tongs. He points them at the rest of the packet of bacon. "You mind if I..?"
"No no, that's what it's here for." I squirt out a small amount of ketchup onto the unbaconed slice of bread and spread it evenly across the surface with a knife. It took me quite a while to get bread that was the right texture for bacon. When I was… Whow. First time I've… Thought about life on Earth Prime for a while. The bread machine always made the crust too crisp and the insides too soft. A bit of a crust is fine, but the interior really needs a combination of absorbency and sponginess that comes naturally to factory bread but is harder to achieve through home baking. "There are eggs and a few tomatoes in the fridge if you want them."
"Any hash browns?"
"There are some potatoes and a grater?"
He turns the hob up and puts four rashers into the frying pan. "Any waffles?"
"A waffle iron… And we've got the materials for waffle batter."
"Oh El… I get you've got this.. thing, about 'real food'. But sometimes it's okay to eat out of a packet."
I pick up my sandwich in my right hand. "Would you eat packet bacon?"
"Oh, now you're just being silly."
I take a bite into Scotland's finest. Mm. My improved sense of taste and smell certainly isn't the best part of the modifications the rings have made to my body, but it does make eating a much more satisfying experience.
"You got any idea what Kaldur wants us doing today?" I wince as I chew, my silence causing him to look around. "Oh. He still pissed with you?" I nod. "I kinda get why. I mean, I get why you didn't tell anyone, but… I think I probably would have. If it were me." I nod again as I swallow. It's not an unreasonable position to take. "I mean, if we'd known he needed protecting-."
"The League could have provided security for ten months? Security good enough to stop… About twenty people in invisible phasing armour carrying guns with crumbler rounds? Without severely interfering with the life of his family? And that wouldn't just draw our enemies' attention to him?"
"Huh." He turns back to the hob and starts flipping the bacon over. "Hadn't thought of it like that."
"I admit it's still a very debatable decision on my part." I take a small bite while I think. Nabu is doing what he can to bypass the wards protecting the Saremites, Batman is investigating the Human end. Unless… Either of them ask for help, there isn't anything for me to do there. I suppose that I could… Spread rune stones throughout the Atlantic. That might improve their reception. Of course, I don't have anything like that number of stones… Aaaand to get more I'd have to go to Poseidonis, which Diana told me not to do.
Okay, what else? I could get John to open a portal to Hell and assimilate a few Demons. See if any of them know something. If I won a straight fight with Satanus, that would make things a good deal simpler. Just forcing him to flee would probably weaken him politically… No. If what I saw when I went after Mister Gregor was anything to go by I'd be swarmed under. I don't have enough anti-Demon weapons that would function in Hell. Maybe drawing the attention of Duma and Ramiel to what he's been up to?
Angels. That would be like trusting Klarion. And of course, that's the alternate route, isn't it? Activate my plan to remove Klarion a little early. Dealing with a second member of the Light would serve to nicely balance things up after they wrecked my home. Might even motivate the rest not to do something like this again. It would risk alerting Nabu…
"Batman to Mount Justice."
I wave my arm in the general direction of the kitchen's communication system. "Orange Lantern here, sir." Wallace looks torn between coming to attention and attending to his breakfast. After a moment's hesitation he opts to remove the frying pan from the hob and face the monitor.
"I've been following up on possible leads on Ocean Master's location. Unfortunately, I don't have enough time to conduct hundreds of interviews in person." From the background it looks like he's in the Batcave. "I'm sending you a list now. You have Justice League authority to request support from local police. Have the team interview as many of them as you can and forward potential leads to me."
"Yes sir. How-?"
The monitor goes dead.
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zhuull
SB still lying to protect Racists what else is new
That's unusually douchey for your Batman Zoat.
I'm guessing it's caused by bacon sandwich envy personally.
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He's tired and very busy.
Rude.
Call him back and check if he meant to hang up or not.
This is why we say 'goodbye' before terminating communications people!
spencer1519
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Probably hungry too, which wraps right back around to bacon envy.
Perfectly understandable.
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
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Not sure if British thing but think Wally is more likely to just call it a stove in general since never heard anyone refer it as cooktop
Could be wrong though.
I suppose that Batman is a bit tired since he must have been working for a full day so far.
Typos:
"are unaccounted"
"Batcave"
What tune is this supposed to be?
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Darn it. Really? I specifically tried looking up American terms. Does anyone else want to weigh in on this?
Thank you, corrected.
I don't think it is one.
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Blaaaah, stupid word, it's spelled correctly, but it keeps making me look at it funny!
I got nothin' this time.
American here. We call it a "stove" pretty universally. Maybe a "range" in some places.
HanEmpire
Delicious
I live in Canada and here it's called "stove".
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ok now he's just being racist. Sure angels are designed to have a proposition to blind obedience, but some of them are rather decent aside from their inbuilt control mechanisms. Also I kind of like the idea OL is considering accelerating his plans against Klarion in retaliation, you do not fuck with a mans kitchen.
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