If I recall correctly, Blue is a hard counter to Larfleeze. I vaguely recall Zoat saying something to that effect.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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rkyeun
Cabbitus Maximus
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Disaster.
Silverias
Seeing is Believing
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- Squiddy Places
Yes. Larfleeze, deep down, hates what he is. The Blue Light gives him hope that he can escape it, so it interferes with using the orange light.
Could be, but since the reason to get a hard counter to Orange light is to get a weapon for the inevitable confrontation with Larfleeze, all the same.
I suspect that, if Paul is willing to make the plan, the Ophidian taking over all of Larfleeze's Construct Lanterns is also a pretty hard counter. Remember that it was very quick work for Paul to take Construct Morrow away from Truggs once he actually gave it a try.
(The Orange Light of Avarice may end up being supported by communist constructs because, frankly, they're too easy to steal for any particular person to 'own' them.)
Larfleeze isn't dangerous because he outclasses Paul in any way - Paul is more capable of cleverness, using alternative powers, and with the Ophidian's help he can out-want Larfleeze hard enough to yank his rings about.
Larfleeze is dangerous because he's spent way too much time abusing Assimilation to build up a massive army charged from the Orange Central Power Battery, which Paul does not wish to do.
Oh, he's also dangerous because he's pretty crazy. That too.
Off the top of my head, OL COULD have offered himself up to Nabu when the,lich brought it up, while they looked for the Atlanteans.
I can see why he wouldn't but he would get Nabu off Zatarra and he'd be motivated by fear of snek to avoid a backstab before they got thr volunteers.
Silverias
Seeing is Believing
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- Squiddy Places
Yeah, honestly...OL has a very hard counter to Nabu being a cock.
"If you act in bad faith, Nabu, I -will- feed you to my snake girlfriend."
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
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- In transition
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I linked it mostly for the abashed looks everyone had in the end panel.
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- Earth, 3rd rock from the Sun
Actually no, I did not remember that.
And after searching the story only thread for instances of Xanadu, fraud, fake, Abra, Kent, and finally Nelson, I'm pretty sure you don't either. Here is all WTR has to say on the subject:
That reads to me like he was ambushed making his way home after talking to her. Like they were smart and set up the ambush while he was distracted with her, for where he would be once he left her, just in case she was another Nabu's Host level magician that might possible come to Nelson's aid if he was taken in her literal presence.
So, have a Vaermina Commemorative Making Me Waste My Time To Defend A Reasonable Statement Award.
Constantine, Lord of Calamity.
Silverias
Seeing is Believing
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- Squiddy Places
Actual show.
J Corwin
s-rank threat
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- Los Angeles, CA
I'm glad Atrocitus won't be making the Red Lantern Corps, I've always thought that was a terrible, un-creative waste of the supremely creepy and interesting Five Inversions.
They founded the Empire of Tears, conquered whole sectors and fought a war with the Guardians with a high powered magical society we only see hints of in the original Alan Moore story. Then the Guardians can't even permanently kill them, but have to permanently imprison them and ban all Lanterns from investigating because they're afraid. The current Atrocitus story is just a small group of shitty Green Lantern copies that never accomplish anything.
They founded the Empire of Tears, conquered whole sectors and fought a war with the Guardians with a high powered magical society we only see hints of in the original Alan Moore story. Then the Guardians can't even permanently kill them, but have to permanently imprison them and ban all Lanterns from investigating because they're afraid. The current Atrocitus story is just a small group of shitty Green Lantern copies that never accomplish anything.
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- texas
Are you sure? I thought it was orange's weakness to the violet light of love that Zoat made a personal pecadillo.
Would have helped if you had read the wiki or watched the show perhaps
You joke, but Constantine could probably mantle Destruction. I mean, that's suicide, but I am fairly sure he'd be compatible enough.
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- USA
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- He/Him
The SI still has the GL database that he took from the Stewart ring, right? And that includes full technical and scientific data of various spacefaring species?
Are there WoG answers to why the SI hasn't done any of the following?
"Ring, create a Friendly super intelligent AGI."
"Ophidian, help me solve <anything>."
"Ring, produce Drexlerian cornucopia machines for every human. Set them not to produce weapons. Install synthetic AIs to prevent them from being abused and monitor as needed."
"Ring, look up the Millenium Prize mathematical challenges. Dump solutions into the email boxes of everyone who has published in a major math journal within the last ten years."
"Ring, find every research program funded by the NIH in the last two years. Hack their databases, determine the status of their research, dump the answers to their email boxes."
"Ring, put together a dump of all the basic math in your database. Put it on Wikipedia and prevent it from being meddled with. If it won't fit, rent a bunch of servers from various cloud computing services using our unlimited wealth and splice them into Wikipedia's cluster until there is enough capacity."
"Ring, make your computational ability available to Folding@Home and for rent on the Internet at <ridiculously low price>. Non-weapons projects only."
I get that he can't do things he doesn't want enough, but he doesn't seem to use his ring's computational ability and database efficiently...or at all, really.
Are there WoG answers to why the SI hasn't done any of the following?
"Ring, create a Friendly super intelligent AGI."
"Ophidian, help me solve <anything>."
"Ring, produce Drexlerian cornucopia machines for every human. Set them not to produce weapons. Install synthetic AIs to prevent them from being abused and monitor as needed."
"Ring, look up the Millenium Prize mathematical challenges. Dump solutions into the email boxes of everyone who has published in a major math journal within the last ten years."
"Ring, find every research program funded by the NIH in the last two years. Hack their databases, determine the status of their research, dump the answers to their email boxes."
"Ring, put together a dump of all the basic math in your database. Put it on Wikipedia and prevent it from being meddled with. If it won't fit, rent a bunch of servers from various cloud computing services using our unlimited wealth and splice them into Wikipedia's cluster until there is enough capacity."
"Ring, make your computational ability available to Folding@Home and for rent on the Internet at <ridiculously low price>. Non-weapons projects only."
I get that he can't do things he doesn't want enough, but he doesn't seem to use his ring's computational ability and database efficiently...or at all, really.
rkyeun
Cabbitus Maximus
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I wasn't joking. That's why I picked a name starting with D.
Falling Action (part 6)
- Location
- Hampden Park
Don't know
But we're home free anyway
I hear his steps echo as they hit the hard floor, then… Nothing. The room is still drained of colour, my.. movements… I can move a bit, and my mind feels like it's actually ticking over rather than stalling. I don't know if that was him, or just my natural recovery rate. Actually… All that order magic that got released… I probably absorbed at least some of it with my tattoos.
…
I look at the unmoving faces of two of my closest friends. Now comes the… Easy bit. Let's face it, telling them isn't going to be anything like as hard as preparing for fighting Nabu. And.. they'll be hurt. Maybe because of my duplicity, maybe because I didn't include them. And then…
Off into space. I'm a little… Not conflicted. I don't do that any more. But it's a close run thing. After eight months I very nearly want to stay and argue my case. Publically, if at all possible. If the League continue with the lies I've set up for them, Nabu will be remembered as a hero who died fighting a vile Lich. If they come clean… Is that likely? Diana might-. No. If they talked her into keeping shtum about Mister Zatara getting possessed, she'll almost certainly go along with this.
And I'd like to be a big enough man to not feel the need to needle her about it… Another borderline case.
But the clear winner is sticking to the original plan. I need to recover the postal packets and electronic transfers I had set to go out… Assuming that they haven't already. No, M'gann would have said something. I need to pay Jade the balance of her fee. Need to stow the Fortress somewhere. And I need to have it out with the Justice League.
Has John just forgotten to turn time back on-?
Colour… Bleeds back into the room. The door frame regains colour first, then a rough path across the ceiling between the door and the lighting fixture regains its whiteness. Next, the ceiling mounted light reactivates, throwing fluorescent illumination across the otherwise still room. Then the floor, John's footprints briefly visible as the grey patches slowly recolour. Then the walls and the sheets on my bed. Then a flash of orange as the rings appear on their designated fingers. Oh, that's a relief. I focus on M'gann as her skin starts to turn from grey to white. Her hands start to change first, then her face. She's nearly regained her normal colouration before her hair begins to darken from faded grey to its normal raven-dark shade. Empathic vision goes from showing nothing to suddenly reigniting in a blaze of personality and colour as the world snaps to life again.
There's a slight frown on her face as she looks at the door. "I thought there..?"
Kon glances behind him for a moment before returning his attention to me. "We couldn't find-." He frowns, looking down at my hands. "Oh, you had 'em the whole time."
"Not exactly." I push back the duvet and with slight caution turn so that my legs overhang the edge of the bed. "Listen, what exactly do you know about what happened?"
M'gann smiles. "Zatara's back! We stopped in to see him on our way here."
Kon gives me a disgruntled look. "You got in a fight with some kind of undead wizard and didn't invite us. Just 'cause you quit the team, that doesn't mean we won't help you."
M'gann nods in support. "We're your friends, and-."
I hold up my right hand. "Before you… Go any further. The Lich story was -while technically true- mostly a cover story for what we were actually doing."
Kon looks thoughtful, then nods. "Must be serious. You usually hate working with Fate."
I nearly say 'we could hardly ambush him if he wasn't there'… No. Far too flippant. This is a serious matter. "M'gann, you know those barriers I've been keeping up the whole time?"
"Ah, yeah? It doesn't.. matter-."
I close my eyes and exhale, dropping them completely. And I can.. feel her again. Oh, I'd missed that. She's not the same; a little muted. Her own defences are better now. But she's there again. "There. Now. What actually happened is that after eight months' planning and preparation we lured Nabu into an ambush, attacked and killed him."
Kon's face screws up in confusion. "What? That's… What?"
There's a slight intake of breath from M'gann, her hands moving to cover her mouth and her eyes widening.
"It sometimes seems like everyone's forgotten since Roanoke, but he was possessing Zatanna's father." I turn to M'gann, picturing the image clearly in my mind. **[I look Zatanna over for a moment and then step forwards and hug her. As I do so I flare my aura outwards. With all that's happened today I doubt anyone will think much of that. It serves to camouflage the sonic stabiliser effect which cancels the noise of what I'm about to say. As she relaxes into the hug I put my chin on her shoulder and whisper into her ear.
"On the flight back I had a few ideas about getting Nabu out of your father. If you're up to it, come and find me in half an hour. "]**
**["I have the honour to be the personal slave of Lord Kilderkin, a Manifestation of Order, here incarnated in the form of a sheet of paper."]**
"We started work on it the day after the Roanoke Incident. Started by summoning Nabu's boss. He was less than helpf-."
"You can't have-!" Kon's face hardens slightly. "You're saying you-. You killed a member of the Justice League?!
"I killed a criminal who violently resisted arrest by killing one of my colleagues. Being a member of the Justice League does not put you above the law."
He shakes his head in a series of short rapid movements. "Who? Everything-?"
"Michael Siskin. His remains-."
"The.. fear guy?"
"Yes. Interestingly, British law does recognise him as a person, though it's a bit patchy on what actual protections he gets."
"But… Klarion..?"
"We already dealt with him." I gingerly get to my feet. Steady enough. My NHS issue pyjamas are replaced by a suit before reappearing on the bed, cleaned and neatly folded. "Unless I very much miss my guess he'll be dead within a week, and he'll be powerless and comatose until then. So you don't have to worry about… A 'playground of chaos' or anything like that." Hm. "M'gann, I want to share my memory of this with both of you. Would you mind including Kon in the link as well?"
"I…" **Okay?**
**["Who do you think they're going to get?" I turn back to her, looking blank. "The League, I mean. They don't have a magic user now…"
"I don't know. Um, Jason Blood, maybe? David Sergeant? I doubt it'll be John and it could well end up being some Atlantean battle mage neither of us have ever heard of. Why'd you ask?"
"We'd be working with them, wouldn't we? To free Dad."
"I assume so. I mean, we'll need to talk to them in private at some point and see how they want to handle things…"
"It's just…" Her eyes dip. "It's probably stupid…"
"What is it?"
She looks up. "You don't think they'll offer Nabu a place, do you?"
I blink, stunned. "No, of course not! They're M-. Your father's friends! They're not going to let some Lich stroll in, steal his body and then pick up the keys to the place as a bonus! There's no way they'd do that."
She nods. "I know, it's just… I can't stop thinking about it. I mean, Wonder Woman and Red Tornado worked with him-."
"And that's exactly why they won't. They know what he's like. Zatanna, you're being ridiculous. You know that, right?"
She nods. "I guess."]**
Kon shudders slightly. **Did they say no, or..?**
**["Next out is-."
Her voice fades, replaced by a sort of buzzing. My mouth opens slightly and my eyes widen but other than that I'm paralysed by the horror of what I'm seeing as Nabu, dressed in blue and gold and Giovanni Zatara's body steps out of the Hall of Justice. Dimly I think I hear Zatanna gasp but my mind is empty. I just stare at his helmet as he takes his place in the line up.
"How..? How could they do this..?"
I think some other people are coming out after him. Miss Grant's mouth is moving. That's probably important? There's probably… There might be someone..? The camera angle changes to give a wider image and I find my eyes shifting over to Diana.
How could you? How.. how could you? Why..?
The world snaps back into focus as I hear Zatanna whimper. She shakily gets to her feet and I can see the tracks of the tears that are already running down her cheeks and I'm on my feet and putting my arms around her and resting my head on hers as she cries into my shoulder. Without the Justice League's help -and I think I have to assume that we're not getting any now- freeing Mister Zatara... I'd hoped someone else would have had new ideas, someone who knew something… No. I don't know less than I did before. I was keeping the League out of the loop anyway.]**
**That was…** M'gann looks stunned. **That was when you started blocking me out the whole time.**
**Couldn't risk anything getting back to the League.** I kneel down in front of the puzzled looking Wolf. Ring, animal translation.
Compliance.
"Wolf. Sad. Teekl is dead."
Wolf sits, giving out a quiet whimper. "Cat Mother!"
"Fight kill bad man. She good kitty."
Wolf lies down, her whimper continuing, rising in pitch to a sort of keening noise. "Wrong-bad! Want back!"
I stand, wincing. Stop translation.
Compliance.
"And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and have a chat with our superiors."
I walk slowly towards the door as Wolf throws her head back and howls.
But we're home free anyway
I hear his steps echo as they hit the hard floor, then… Nothing. The room is still drained of colour, my.. movements… I can move a bit, and my mind feels like it's actually ticking over rather than stalling. I don't know if that was him, or just my natural recovery rate. Actually… All that order magic that got released… I probably absorbed at least some of it with my tattoos.
…
I look at the unmoving faces of two of my closest friends. Now comes the… Easy bit. Let's face it, telling them isn't going to be anything like as hard as preparing for fighting Nabu. And.. they'll be hurt. Maybe because of my duplicity, maybe because I didn't include them. And then…
Off into space. I'm a little… Not conflicted. I don't do that any more. But it's a close run thing. After eight months I very nearly want to stay and argue my case. Publically, if at all possible. If the League continue with the lies I've set up for them, Nabu will be remembered as a hero who died fighting a vile Lich. If they come clean… Is that likely? Diana might-. No. If they talked her into keeping shtum about Mister Zatara getting possessed, she'll almost certainly go along with this.
And I'd like to be a big enough man to not feel the need to needle her about it… Another borderline case.
But the clear winner is sticking to the original plan. I need to recover the postal packets and electronic transfers I had set to go out… Assuming that they haven't already. No, M'gann would have said something. I need to pay Jade the balance of her fee. Need to stow the Fortress somewhere. And I need to have it out with the Justice League.
Has John just forgotten to turn time back on-?
Colour… Bleeds back into the room. The door frame regains colour first, then a rough path across the ceiling between the door and the lighting fixture regains its whiteness. Next, the ceiling mounted light reactivates, throwing fluorescent illumination across the otherwise still room. Then the floor, John's footprints briefly visible as the grey patches slowly recolour. Then the walls and the sheets on my bed. Then a flash of orange as the rings appear on their designated fingers. Oh, that's a relief. I focus on M'gann as her skin starts to turn from grey to white. Her hands start to change first, then her face. She's nearly regained her normal colouration before her hair begins to darken from faded grey to its normal raven-dark shade. Empathic vision goes from showing nothing to suddenly reigniting in a blaze of personality and colour as the world snaps to life again.
There's a slight frown on her face as she looks at the door. "I thought there..?"
Kon glances behind him for a moment before returning his attention to me. "We couldn't find-." He frowns, looking down at my hands. "Oh, you had 'em the whole time."
"Not exactly." I push back the duvet and with slight caution turn so that my legs overhang the edge of the bed. "Listen, what exactly do you know about what happened?"
M'gann smiles. "Zatara's back! We stopped in to see him on our way here."
Kon gives me a disgruntled look. "You got in a fight with some kind of undead wizard and didn't invite us. Just 'cause you quit the team, that doesn't mean we won't help you."
M'gann nods in support. "We're your friends, and-."
I hold up my right hand. "Before you… Go any further. The Lich story was -while technically true- mostly a cover story for what we were actually doing."
Kon looks thoughtful, then nods. "Must be serious. You usually hate working with Fate."
I nearly say 'we could hardly ambush him if he wasn't there'… No. Far too flippant. This is a serious matter. "M'gann, you know those barriers I've been keeping up the whole time?"
"Ah, yeah? It doesn't.. matter-."
I close my eyes and exhale, dropping them completely. And I can.. feel her again. Oh, I'd missed that. She's not the same; a little muted. Her own defences are better now. But she's there again. "There. Now. What actually happened is that after eight months' planning and preparation we lured Nabu into an ambush, attacked and killed him."
Kon's face screws up in confusion. "What? That's… What?"
There's a slight intake of breath from M'gann, her hands moving to cover her mouth and her eyes widening.
"It sometimes seems like everyone's forgotten since Roanoke, but he was possessing Zatanna's father." I turn to M'gann, picturing the image clearly in my mind. **[I look Zatanna over for a moment and then step forwards and hug her. As I do so I flare my aura outwards. With all that's happened today I doubt anyone will think much of that. It serves to camouflage the sonic stabiliser effect which cancels the noise of what I'm about to say. As she relaxes into the hug I put my chin on her shoulder and whisper into her ear.
"On the flight back I had a few ideas about getting Nabu out of your father. If you're up to it, come and find me in half an hour. "]**
**["I have the honour to be the personal slave of Lord Kilderkin, a Manifestation of Order, here incarnated in the form of a sheet of paper."]**
"We started work on it the day after the Roanoke Incident. Started by summoning Nabu's boss. He was less than helpf-."
"You can't have-!" Kon's face hardens slightly. "You're saying you-. You killed a member of the Justice League?!
"I killed a criminal who violently resisted arrest by killing one of my colleagues. Being a member of the Justice League does not put you above the law."
He shakes his head in a series of short rapid movements. "Who? Everything-?"
"Michael Siskin. His remains-."
"The.. fear guy?"
"Yes. Interestingly, British law does recognise him as a person, though it's a bit patchy on what actual protections he gets."
"But… Klarion..?"
"We already dealt with him." I gingerly get to my feet. Steady enough. My NHS issue pyjamas are replaced by a suit before reappearing on the bed, cleaned and neatly folded. "Unless I very much miss my guess he'll be dead within a week, and he'll be powerless and comatose until then. So you don't have to worry about… A 'playground of chaos' or anything like that." Hm. "M'gann, I want to share my memory of this with both of you. Would you mind including Kon in the link as well?"
"I…" **Okay?**
**["Who do you think they're going to get?" I turn back to her, looking blank. "The League, I mean. They don't have a magic user now…"
"I don't know. Um, Jason Blood, maybe? David Sergeant? I doubt it'll be John and it could well end up being some Atlantean battle mage neither of us have ever heard of. Why'd you ask?"
"We'd be working with them, wouldn't we? To free Dad."
"I assume so. I mean, we'll need to talk to them in private at some point and see how they want to handle things…"
"It's just…" Her eyes dip. "It's probably stupid…"
"What is it?"
She looks up. "You don't think they'll offer Nabu a place, do you?"
I blink, stunned. "No, of course not! They're M-. Your father's friends! They're not going to let some Lich stroll in, steal his body and then pick up the keys to the place as a bonus! There's no way they'd do that."
She nods. "I know, it's just… I can't stop thinking about it. I mean, Wonder Woman and Red Tornado worked with him-."
"And that's exactly why they won't. They know what he's like. Zatanna, you're being ridiculous. You know that, right?"
She nods. "I guess."]**
Kon shudders slightly. **Did they say no, or..?**
**["Next out is-."
Her voice fades, replaced by a sort of buzzing. My mouth opens slightly and my eyes widen but other than that I'm paralysed by the horror of what I'm seeing as Nabu, dressed in blue and gold and Giovanni Zatara's body steps out of the Hall of Justice. Dimly I think I hear Zatanna gasp but my mind is empty. I just stare at his helmet as he takes his place in the line up.
"How..? How could they do this..?"
I think some other people are coming out after him. Miss Grant's mouth is moving. That's probably important? There's probably… There might be someone..? The camera angle changes to give a wider image and I find my eyes shifting over to Diana.
How could you? How.. how could you? Why..?
The world snaps back into focus as I hear Zatanna whimper. She shakily gets to her feet and I can see the tracks of the tears that are already running down her cheeks and I'm on my feet and putting my arms around her and resting my head on hers as she cries into my shoulder. Without the Justice League's help -and I think I have to assume that we're not getting any now- freeing Mister Zatara... I'd hoped someone else would have had new ideas, someone who knew something… No. I don't know less than I did before. I was keeping the League out of the loop anyway.]**
**That was…** M'gann looks stunned. **That was when you started blocking me out the whole time.**
**Couldn't risk anything getting back to the League.** I kneel down in front of the puzzled looking Wolf. Ring, animal translation.
Compliance.
"Wolf. Sad. Teekl is dead."
Wolf sits, giving out a quiet whimper. "Cat Mother!"
"Fight kill bad man. She good kitty."
Wolf lies down, her whimper continuing, rising in pitch to a sort of keening noise. "Wrong-bad! Want back!"
I stand, wincing. Stop translation.
Compliance.
"And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and have a chat with our superiors."
I walk slowly towards the door as Wolf throws her head back and howls.
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HanEmpire
Delicious
they
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cut-off "have", though I suppose you could've been basing this line on sound.
Good update, manages to get across all the explaining bits without having to rehash everything in dialogue. Just touch minds with the telepath and do first-person.
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Oh man, this breaks my fucking heart.
The translation, the denial, Wolf calling Teekl 'Cat Mother'...just, ouch.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
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- Australia
No. Teekl is just snubbing him. He just doesn't know because Teekl refuses to be scanned.
Ashaeron
Lurker in the Abyss
And there's the eulogy for Teekl.
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
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Killed someone's mom to save someone's dad. #JustParagonThings
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