Hm, deliberately piss off the New God Lantern purely out of spite?
Batman's not dumb and Klarion's spell hit the entire damn planet.
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Batman's not dumb and Klarion's spell hit the entire damn planet.
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You're right, Batman isn't dumb. Which is why Grayven intentionally pissing him off was a damn stupid thing to do.
And Klarion's spell hitting the entire planet doesn't mean shit when it comes to having warm fuzzy feelings for an international assassin.
Hestia&theCourt
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But if Grayven, the guy who is responsible for killing Klarion, asks for leniency for a relatively minor assassin, who would deny him?
It does actually because he's now famous worldwide for putting down a mass murdering child killer.
Any government that attempts an extradition and realizes that she is his girlfriend (soon to be wife) is definitely going to have second thoughts.
Plus extradition law is complicated and it gets even more complicated when the place your trying to extract the wanted criminal from has an invested interest in not letting them be arrested.
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Also I'll have to check but I think he wiped her record with his power ring.
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Hestia&theCourt
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He did.
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The situation you described is as it is because the person in question made the choice when not under the effects to take the drugs.
But did Tali make the first choice to use the Lazarus Pit or did her father force it on her?
And if it was fully her choice were the mental effects known to her at the time she did so?
But did he wipe the Hardcopies and Batcomputer?
Hestia&theCourt
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*shrug* I'd assume so. Grayven is many things, but he's not that incompetent.
true, though I'm pretty sure the episode in question wasn't a Voyager ep. The part that really annoyed me is that he dismissed stuff from the show but had repeatedly insisted that the Tholians had to be these uber-badasses because of a an old Trek novel or trilogy he'd read (and that no one else could recall). The books are at best secondary canon (and the shear number of them means they are going to occasionally contradict each other), but because it was Vermina's headcanon, Hiver had to include it. I'll grant, it's mostly a gut reaction on my part, but it was more or less the final straw for my ability to care about Vermina's opinions on fanfics.
Or much of anything else. As Jamie indicated, he's been caught moving goalposts and substituting opinion for fact so often, I can't help but assume he's talking out his ass whenever he posts.
Hmm, this is getting off topic, isn't it.
As for Grayven 'pissing off' Batman, the Bat is not the lord high justice of Earth, defying his desires is not a crime. And does Batman really want to start an infowar with someone who has the ear of the US Government?
Batman gets Jade deported.
Grayven to Horne: "You know, considering how Lexcorp acted as a major source of revenue/front for the Light, maybe you should look into the activities/budgets of some of the other major tech companies, like Kordtech or Wayne Industries, make sure they aren't funding mad scientist types."
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Didn't the Batcomputer have power ring defenses?
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Given the number of things that would have had to go wrong for Batman to succeed in doing so, and the likely consequences for Jade, I assume Grayven's response is more in the realm of "retrieve Jade, publicly unmask Bruce, flip the bird to anyone who objects as he sails off for the Vega Systems".
Ted Kord: "I don't fund mad scientist types! They hog the lab way too much. Gets in the way of creating invisible psychic chimps, you know."
In the Paragon timeline.
Warding from what I recall isn't as prevalent in the Renegade Timeline.
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How the hey would Bats even get that kind of defense? I mean, even in Paragonverse the only real method on Earth for fooling ring scans is magical wards, and as @query so helpfully pointed out, since Grayven didn't play his hand with ring scans too early the way Paul did when he took out the League of Shadows, wards are far less widespread. You could argue that Zatara might have warded the Batcomputer, but you have no proof of that, and as far as YJ canon goes, the only other magic users that Batman is definitely aware of are the type who wouldn't give him the time of day, or the relatively inexperienced Zatanna. Batman's good, but he's not flawless in his paranoia. He needs time to prepare. He needs information on what he's trying to counter. And at the time that Grayven would have wiped the records, it seems rather unlikely that he had enough of either to accurately ward the Batcomputer.
Not to mention, if he had warded the Batcomputer, Grayven would very likely have noticed, and it would have been brought up in story. It wasn't. So either Batman somehow managed to get wards better than those in Paragonverse where wards are on everything with a Lexcorp symbol, or he just plain didn't have them in the first place.
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It sounded like Grayven spoke up for him, and he is going to get 'an offer he can't refuse' in lieu of being arrested.
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First off, you are making me speak on behalf of Vermenia. Thanks so much for that. Second, if I had to rephrase your argument in an ironic headline, it would go something like, "Cult Leader's daughter raised in cult from birth seems perfectly normal to brainwashed cult members." "All those untested Non-FDA approved drugs and wholesome poisons we dunk her in from time to time don't effect her personality at all, the murderous rages strictly temporary," says anonymous member of Death Cult.
If he did want to go this route, a anonymous retainer to one of the Law Firms Luthor uses would probably be the way to go.
I think a better way would be to approach Horne directly, and say that if all the good Batman has done for the nation counts for anything, let it count now. Not for her sake, but for his, because he cares about her and wants to try and redeem her.
The president is treating Grayven as the de facto ambassador to Earth/the USA. And he is planning on marrying her soon. He would not be harboring an international assassin, he would be upholding the principle of Diplomatic Immunity necessary for high level international diplomacy, on the premise that it averts wars and saves lives on a large scale. Also seems a bit out of character for Bruce.
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I read that one when I was younger; it's Vendetta.
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A suggestion for people posting corrections until this stupid rule blows over:
Quote each incorrect section, and then put all the corrections only after that in respective order. That way all your content is in one place, and it's more like responding to multiple things with a single post than responding to a single post with multiple things. Then put the whole thing in a spoiler box.
Or just respond to each typo with an individual post. That's technically following the new rule too.
Quote each incorrect section, and then put all the corrections only after that in respective order. That way all your content is in one place, and it's more like responding to multiple things with a single post than responding to a single post with multiple things. Then put the whole thing in a spoiler box.
Or just respond to each typo with an individual post. That's technically following the new rule too.
Or appeal the infraction and use the 1778 pages of discussion on this thread for your proof of just how much discussion you aren't stifling.
But make sure to wait after each correction post until someone else has posted, because otherwise you'd be double-posting. Who doesn't love malicious compliance?
But it could have been 1878 pages of discussion if they hadn't been stifling the discussion! /s
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There's no rule against double posting at SV. Though 5+ small posts in a row probably crosses a line
Curse your perfect logic!
Wow, nice, post 44444.
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Page 1778. So, if pages were years, the United-American Colonial Revolution would be current events.
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22nd June
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"…because I'm interested to see how you work." I try not to wince as Nyssa steps through the hush tube after me. Adding a seven hundred year old to Savage's multi-millennial memories shouldn't make all that much difference, but it's… Such a different outlook. I need to get back home and dump both of them in a cupboard as soon as possible. "While I am grateful to you for dealing permanently with my louse of a father, I will want to know you better before I commit myself to your cause. You have.. something of an unsavoury reputation."
And now I've got to deal with this.
Ring, where the fuck are we?
A map appears in my mind, and it's swiftly followed by Savage's memories of riding through this part of the world with a band of mercenaries two centuries ago, mixed with Ra's' recollections from even further back. Euuuurrrrgh…
No. Whatever benefit these two might give me, they're just a distraction now. Father Box, hush tube to… Storage room seven?
Ploong.
I send a filament through the portal, dump out all four of my Construct Lanterns and then close the portal. Oh, that feels better.
I turn to look at her. "Ms Raatko-."
"Nyssa." I raise my eyebrows slightly. "I think that you have earned the right to call me by my first name."
I nod. "Alright. Nyssa. This is an active combat zone. I'll be… Happy, to discuss my plans with you in more detail. But this really isn't the time."
She nods. "When, then?"
"Once I've finished up here, I'm going to spend the rest of the day transcribing data for the police and military of every country taking part in this purge. I doubt that you'll find it interesting, but you're certainly welcome to watch. Please, wait for me in my home as my guest. I will be with you shortly."
She continues to look into my eyes for a moment, then nods. "Very well. Thank you for your hospitality, Grayven."
Father Box.
Ploong.
Nyssa turns to face the hush tube and walks towards it, only looking back at me the moment before passing through.
Alright, shut it down and then open another… The base was built into Mount Tenakourou, but I never actually visited the place. I know he uses some sort of super plastic injection system to hollow out space underground and prevent collapses that would give away his location. I can feel the approximate locations of my subordinates by the effect of their enhanced metaphysiques, but… A good part of this was to make sure that they can work together to meet an objective without constant oversight from either myself or Doctor Robbins. I don't want to interfere, or risk giving away their positions if they're busy. Alright, according to the plan there should be local soldiers over there… A new hush tube opens and I step through.
Krak! Krak!
What?
"Over here!"
Krakkrakkrakkrak!
I look over to a nearby copse and catch sight of a soldier in the uniform of the Malian Army pointing his Kalashnikov at me, smoke from the propellant drifting from the barrel. Another soldier dashes up behind him, stares at me for a second and then grabs his gun off him. "Idiot! That is Grayven!"
The first soldier looks at the second, his eyes wide. "Oh shit."
Hm.
Okay, PR time. I stride in their direction, my best approximation of a friendly smile on my face. "No harm done. You." I point to the first soldier with my right forefinger. "What's your name?"
"Ah, ah-. Oumar-. Ah, Private Samake, Mister Grayven. Sir." He salutes as his colleague shakes his head in disappointment.
I stop within arm's reach, then pat him on the left shoulder with my right hand. "Good reaction time. Well done. But… You may want to check your targets a little more carefully in future."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir."
"Good man. Now." I turn to his colleague. "Whereabouts are my people?"
The second soldier -a corporal- nods his head towards the top of the bare stone hill. "They were up there, last time I saw them. Our orders are just to maintain the perimeter."
I nod. "No offence to you, but it's probably for the best. Any idea whether they've finished up or not?"
"There haven't been any new explosions for ten minutes, sir. Beyond that, I could not tell you."
I nod. "Thank you." I armour myself before transitioning into the sky above the mountain. No vengeful plasma explosions or anti-matter beams greet me, so it seems likely that my people were victorious. In fact, looking down… Ah, good. I allow myself to plummet, not bothering to brake at all as I slam into the ground with enough force to crack the rock… And make me bend my legs slightly. Fortitude: not just for taking punches.
Grodd looks up from the ruined body of Monsieur Mallah, baring his teeth at me. Hm. Looks like he cracked open his former troupe mate's skull and ate his brain. A moment later he recognises me and returns to his meal. A short way to his right Mister Tawny looks on in palpable disgust. Grodd… Might have been granted Human-equivalent intelligence by Doctor Durant's work-. No, it doesn't work. I can't think of him as being anything other than The Brain. By Brain's work, but he clearly hasn't picked up the insight into civilised niceties that interacting with Humans has given my feline companion. I'm not completely sure that Grodd will prove to be a worthwhile investment. Still, helping him get revenge against the ape who betrayed his troupe costs me little.
Other bodies surround the two of them, presumably part of Brain's retinue. Some sort of man-elephant, his chest torn open. A woman in a body stocking with a green cape, blood still leaking from her eyes, nose and ears. A woman wearing some sort of light armour, her body cut in three and then dragged roughly back into shape. There'll be others, of course. Once I've assimilated Brain I'll add them to the international manhunt.
"Where y'been, cock?" Chester stands next to a large hole in the rock, presumably his point of entry. "Missed all the fun, didn't yeh?"
"Not all of it, Chester. Everything secure?"
"Everythin'? Where's the fookin' fun in that? Heh."
"Chester, we're nearly done. Did you get-?" He makes an upward motion with his right arm, his eyes glowing green. Brain's heavily damaged travel machine shoots up through the hole to hover next to him. "Good work."
"Piece a' fookin' cake, cock. Not sure what alla the fuss was about." He drops his hand and jerks his head to the left. Brain's travel machine is tossed in the direction of his head, hitting the ground side-first, shaking and sliding to a stop.
"Iname?"
"Givin' the whole place a once-oveh. Think she's tryin' t' score points with yew or somethin'." He nods at the fallen Brain. His dome has cracked, and whatever the fluid he keeps in there is is gradually leaking out. "Well? Come on, then. We all know what you're here for."
I raise my left hand to my ear. "Grayven to Iname. Are you-?" There's a small gust of wind as she appears in front of me. "No trouble, I hope?"
She hesitates, uncertain how to answer. "There were a few… But nothing that we could not handle, Master. Do you want me to go back down? There are still a few rooms that I have not gotten into yet."
I nod, smiling at her. "I'm glad to hear it that you're alright. And I'm pleased with your work." She beams beatifically. "But don't worry about the base. We can go through it later, once the rest of the League is destroyed. Batman skipped out on Germany, so I want you to-."
Another blast of air and she's gone. So eager to please, that one. Hm. No sense in delaying.
"Brain, I've got no idea why you did what you did. And I care even less. Rest assured that I'll put your talents to better use than you ever did. Assimilate."
14:06 GMT
"…because I'm interested to see how you work." I try not to wince as Nyssa steps through the hush tube after me. Adding a seven hundred year old to Savage's multi-millennial memories shouldn't make all that much difference, but it's… Such a different outlook. I need to get back home and dump both of them in a cupboard as soon as possible. "While I am grateful to you for dealing permanently with my louse of a father, I will want to know you better before I commit myself to your cause. You have.. something of an unsavoury reputation."
And now I've got to deal with this.
Ring, where the fuck are we?
A map appears in my mind, and it's swiftly followed by Savage's memories of riding through this part of the world with a band of mercenaries two centuries ago, mixed with Ra's' recollections from even further back. Euuuurrrrgh…
No. Whatever benefit these two might give me, they're just a distraction now. Father Box, hush tube to… Storage room seven?
Ploong.
I send a filament through the portal, dump out all four of my Construct Lanterns and then close the portal. Oh, that feels better.
I turn to look at her. "Ms Raatko-."
"Nyssa." I raise my eyebrows slightly. "I think that you have earned the right to call me by my first name."
I nod. "Alright. Nyssa. This is an active combat zone. I'll be… Happy, to discuss my plans with you in more detail. But this really isn't the time."
She nods. "When, then?"
"Once I've finished up here, I'm going to spend the rest of the day transcribing data for the police and military of every country taking part in this purge. I doubt that you'll find it interesting, but you're certainly welcome to watch. Please, wait for me in my home as my guest. I will be with you shortly."
She continues to look into my eyes for a moment, then nods. "Very well. Thank you for your hospitality, Grayven."
Father Box.
Ploong.
Nyssa turns to face the hush tube and walks towards it, only looking back at me the moment before passing through.
Alright, shut it down and then open another… The base was built into Mount Tenakourou, but I never actually visited the place. I know he uses some sort of super plastic injection system to hollow out space underground and prevent collapses that would give away his location. I can feel the approximate locations of my subordinates by the effect of their enhanced metaphysiques, but… A good part of this was to make sure that they can work together to meet an objective without constant oversight from either myself or Doctor Robbins. I don't want to interfere, or risk giving away their positions if they're busy. Alright, according to the plan there should be local soldiers over there… A new hush tube opens and I step through.
Krak! Krak!
What?
"Over here!"
Krakkrakkrakkrak!
I look over to a nearby copse and catch sight of a soldier in the uniform of the Malian Army pointing his Kalashnikov at me, smoke from the propellant drifting from the barrel. Another soldier dashes up behind him, stares at me for a second and then grabs his gun off him. "Idiot! That is Grayven!"
The first soldier looks at the second, his eyes wide. "Oh shit."
Hm.
Okay, PR time. I stride in their direction, my best approximation of a friendly smile on my face. "No harm done. You." I point to the first soldier with my right forefinger. "What's your name?"
"Ah, ah-. Oumar-. Ah, Private Samake, Mister Grayven. Sir." He salutes as his colleague shakes his head in disappointment.
I stop within arm's reach, then pat him on the left shoulder with my right hand. "Good reaction time. Well done. But… You may want to check your targets a little more carefully in future."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir."
"Good man. Now." I turn to his colleague. "Whereabouts are my people?"
The second soldier -a corporal- nods his head towards the top of the bare stone hill. "They were up there, last time I saw them. Our orders are just to maintain the perimeter."
I nod. "No offence to you, but it's probably for the best. Any idea whether they've finished up or not?"
"There haven't been any new explosions for ten minutes, sir. Beyond that, I could not tell you."
I nod. "Thank you." I armour myself before transitioning into the sky above the mountain. No vengeful plasma explosions or anti-matter beams greet me, so it seems likely that my people were victorious. In fact, looking down… Ah, good. I allow myself to plummet, not bothering to brake at all as I slam into the ground with enough force to crack the rock… And make me bend my legs slightly. Fortitude: not just for taking punches.
Grodd looks up from the ruined body of Monsieur Mallah, baring his teeth at me. Hm. Looks like he cracked open his former troupe mate's skull and ate his brain. A moment later he recognises me and returns to his meal. A short way to his right Mister Tawny looks on in palpable disgust. Grodd… Might have been granted Human-equivalent intelligence by Doctor Durant's work-. No, it doesn't work. I can't think of him as being anything other than The Brain. By Brain's work, but he clearly hasn't picked up the insight into civilised niceties that interacting with Humans has given my feline companion. I'm not completely sure that Grodd will prove to be a worthwhile investment. Still, helping him get revenge against the ape who betrayed his troupe costs me little.
Other bodies surround the two of them, presumably part of Brain's retinue. Some sort of man-elephant, his chest torn open. A woman in a body stocking with a green cape, blood still leaking from her eyes, nose and ears. A woman wearing some sort of light armour, her body cut in three and then dragged roughly back into shape. There'll be others, of course. Once I've assimilated Brain I'll add them to the international manhunt.
"Where y'been, cock?" Chester stands next to a large hole in the rock, presumably his point of entry. "Missed all the fun, didn't yeh?"
"Not all of it, Chester. Everything secure?"
"Everythin'? Where's the fookin' fun in that? Heh."
"Chester, we're nearly done. Did you get-?" He makes an upward motion with his right arm, his eyes glowing green. Brain's heavily damaged travel machine shoots up through the hole to hover next to him. "Good work."
"Piece a' fookin' cake, cock. Not sure what alla the fuss was about." He drops his hand and jerks his head to the left. Brain's travel machine is tossed in the direction of his head, hitting the ground side-first, shaking and sliding to a stop.
"Iname?"
"Givin' the whole place a once-oveh. Think she's tryin' t' score points with yew or somethin'." He nods at the fallen Brain. His dome has cracked, and whatever the fluid he keeps in there is is gradually leaking out. "Well? Come on, then. We all know what you're here for."
I raise my left hand to my ear. "Grayven to Iname. Are you-?" There's a small gust of wind as she appears in front of me. "No trouble, I hope?"
She hesitates, uncertain how to answer. "There were a few… But nothing that we could not handle, Master. Do you want me to go back down? There are still a few rooms that I have not gotten into yet."
I nod, smiling at her. "I'm glad to hear it that you're alright. And I'm pleased with your work." She beams beatifically. "But don't worry about the base. We can go through it later, once the rest of the League is destroyed. Batman skipped out on Germany, so I want you to-."
Another blast of air and she's gone. So eager to please, that one. Hm. No sense in delaying.
"Brain, I've got no idea why you did what you did. And I care even less. Rest assured that I'll put your talents to better use than you ever did. Assimilate."
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bareing? baring?
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Aaaaand the wrap-up is just about done. No horrible extra-dimensional beings, no earth-destroying magic and mad science, just good old fashioned killin' (or assimilating, as the case may be). I wonder what's next?
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