Jamie Roberts
Hávamál 127
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"Yeah!" *punches the air* "Mistah J never did nothin'! DOWN WITH THE BAT!"
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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"Yeah!" *punches the air* "Mistah J never did nothin'! DOWN WITH THE BAT!"
Ah yes, double negative. The Joker did indeed never do nothing when he had a more violent option. Yes, I'm just explicitly stating what you're implying.
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BlackLantern2814
Hello darkness my old friend.
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- Earth
Yeah! You leave my puddin' alone!
:lol
- Location
- a nice place
doesn't zoat usually put up the next chapter by now or am I missing something
isn't that more a 'Ursurper' or 'Conqueror'?
- Location
- Australia
Soon. Veeeery soon.
Sometimes earlier, sometimes later. He's not on yet.
It's Saturday morning over there for him so he's usually a bit later today.
Cornish for nightmare. Likely a reference to Captain Cornwall, the magic eater fellow on the Team in Earth-16-Zoat.
Zoat's on!
Stars, Crossed (part 51)
- Location
- Hampden Park
14th January 2004
12:39 GMT
I shake my head in incomprehension as the news broadcast covers the formal announcement of the formation of the Earth's new superhuman team. "Stormwatch? Of all the names they could have gone with?"
Batman considers it for a moment, then nods. "Anything involving 'Justice' would remind people of the Justice Lords. 'Stormwatch' implies that they're looking out for disasters and will intervene only when they see one."
"And that if there isn't some disaster happening, they'll keep themselves to themselves."
I finish unwrapping the bandage from my right hand. Ugh. I'm still far from fully well, but I've finally reached the point where I'm getting some non-pain sensation from my extremities. And the Geiger counter hardly reacts to me at all. "I hope they're not planning on being quite that hands-off. America does not need a third supervillain president."
Batman's eyes drop down for a second. "That won't be necessary. We have the resources to keep an eye on that, and our public reputation is already sufficiently negative that we won't be hurt if we're obliged to intervene."
I nod towards the image of the unexpected 8th member of… Stormwatch. "Do they know he's crazy?"
Shayera nods. "He doesn't really do anything to disguise it. I suppose they need someone who can keep their ship running too much to worry about it."
I experimentally open and close my right hand. Owowowowow. The image on the screen changed to an interview with Director Bones. Making him head of SHADE was pretty much the first thing the former Vice President did upon being sworn in. I had no idea that his first name was 'Ethan'. The fact that he is apparently welcoming the formation of Stormwatch isn't much of a surprise; his organisation failed in an epic and public way, two of its members are SHADE agents anyway and he owes a massive personal debt to one of the others. I appear to have been written out of his account of his liberation. That's… A little annoying, but it does present a better narrative. I'm not going to kick off about it.
Shayera glances at me. "What's going to happen to those kids you rescued?"
I shrugow. I gently roll my right shoulder. "I don't know. Bones said something about setting up a training program… An actual one, for training agents with metahuman powers. I don't know if they'll be interested, but on the other hand if they did volunteer there's no way he'd let anything untoward happen to them. The negative publicity would finish SHADE off."
"I meant personally. Where are they going to live?"
"Since I haven't been able to detect them, I'm guessing that they're on the Command Carrier now, probably behind some sort of New Genesis derived shield. I don't know enough about their circumstances… I suppose they should go back to their parents?"
"That really a good idea?"
"There's no way they knew what they were volunteering their children for. A little normalcy would probably do them some good."
"And the girl… Lynne? You know what happened to her parents."
Not as if I've had much else to do but scour databases. Sinestro has a surprisingly pleasant reading voice. Miss Wayland's parents were the victim of the first manifestation of her abilities, their minds apparently completely burned out by her mental touch. Metahumans usually have an intuitive grasp of their powers, but fine control takes time to develop and she was too young to have learned. Her grandparents signed her over to SHADE and her parents died in hospital a few months later when their life support systems were turned off. I don't disagree with the decision. It would have been better if another telepath could have given them the once over to make sure but from the records it's pretty clear they were brain dead. I doubt very much that her grandparents would want her back… If she even remembers them…
I glance down, shaking my head. "I'm sure that Scott and Barda can handle her. And their team could do with a telepath."
Shayera and John share a look. John loses. "What you did to her soul… From what you said, I thought that was kind of a big deal."
"It was." Oh wait, they don't..? "No." I shake my head. "Noo. I.. may understand the thematic appeal of me taking her on, but that's.. really not practical. I am going back to prison."
"I thought you were getting a Presidential Pardon?"
"I was, then I disappeared for a week. I think our non-robotic President Horne will go ahead with pardoning me anyway, but it won't happen immediately. Then I'm fully expecting our Justice League to boot me out of the Cave, so I'll have to find somewhere new to live. Then I'm going to be working with the Light. Not really.. child-friendly company. Plus there's.. Jade. I think that if I was even considering it I should talk to her about it first."
He nods reluctantly. "I suppose you've got a point."
"That's not even getting into the fact that our Darkseid is still alive. Earth is going to get introduced to the soul-crushing end of the Anti-Life Equation at some point. I'm not even going to consider having children until I'm confident we can deal with that level of attack. It just wouldn't be responsible, particularly given what she's already experienced."
"Hey. You don't need to explain it to me. If you say it's not a good idea, then it's not a good idea."
It's funny. I'm getting the sneaking suspicion that if I was wearing the orange ring at the moment I would feel differently about it. Maybe if I'd sorted things out back home better before coming here… Well. What is, is.
"Alright. Things seem to be under control here. Do you need anything from me before I head back?"
Batman looks up for a moment from where he's programming the dimensional gateway. "I don't believe so. I may need to consult with you when we're ready to test our hush tube."
Ah, the wonders of a free and frank exchange of technology.
"Are you sure you don't want me to raid Apokolips fifty? A quick in and out would probably get me the parts you need."
"No. We already have some New God technology captured from our last visit to Apokolips. I should be able to work something out." Good luck with that. "You're sure you want to reappear exactly where you left?"
"Yeah, it's probably best. You guys need anything, you know where to find me." The portal generators thrum into life. I take a step towards Shayera and John and open my arms. "You two stay safe without me."
"We'll manage. Somehow."
I put an arm around each of their backs in a light hug, mindful of my injuries. "And if you can't do that… Name it after me!"
"Hey!"
I step back with a smirk, give them a last wave with my right hand and then jog through the portal.
1st March 2011
22:55 GMT -6
Ah, home sweet cell. My former cellmates have long since left, of course. The drunk in the cell opposite catches sight of me, whimpers, then appears to try to duck and cover. My cell door is open. That won't d-.
The dimensional gate behind me disappears.
Huh. I'm starting to get that 'after holiday' feeling. I sag slightly and sigh. Okay, back to work. Sinestro's ring is tucked away inside my armour just in case anything stupid happens but I'd rather keep him a secret for the moment. I lean across the small space and slide the cell door shut, then sit down on the floor. Where is-? Ah yes, I see a few rather sophisticated detection devices attached to the ceiling of the cell. If I assume that someone just got woken up by an alarm going off-.
There's a flash of red, then the man himself is standing in front of the bars. I give him a nod in greeting. "Good evening, sir. You will not believe the week I've had."
12:39 GMT
I shake my head in incomprehension as the news broadcast covers the formal announcement of the formation of the Earth's new superhuman team. "Stormwatch? Of all the names they could have gone with?"
Batman considers it for a moment, then nods. "Anything involving 'Justice' would remind people of the Justice Lords. 'Stormwatch' implies that they're looking out for disasters and will intervene only when they see one."
"And that if there isn't some disaster happening, they'll keep themselves to themselves."
I finish unwrapping the bandage from my right hand. Ugh. I'm still far from fully well, but I've finally reached the point where I'm getting some non-pain sensation from my extremities. And the Geiger counter hardly reacts to me at all. "I hope they're not planning on being quite that hands-off. America does not need a third supervillain president."
Batman's eyes drop down for a second. "That won't be necessary. We have the resources to keep an eye on that, and our public reputation is already sufficiently negative that we won't be hurt if we're obliged to intervene."
I nod towards the image of the unexpected 8th member of… Stormwatch. "Do they know he's crazy?"
Shayera nods. "He doesn't really do anything to disguise it. I suppose they need someone who can keep their ship running too much to worry about it."
I experimentally open and close my right hand. Owowowowow. The image on the screen changed to an interview with Director Bones. Making him head of SHADE was pretty much the first thing the former Vice President did upon being sworn in. I had no idea that his first name was 'Ethan'. The fact that he is apparently welcoming the formation of Stormwatch isn't much of a surprise; his organisation failed in an epic and public way, two of its members are SHADE agents anyway and he owes a massive personal debt to one of the others. I appear to have been written out of his account of his liberation. That's… A little annoying, but it does present a better narrative. I'm not going to kick off about it.
Shayera glances at me. "What's going to happen to those kids you rescued?"
I shrugow. I gently roll my right shoulder. "I don't know. Bones said something about setting up a training program… An actual one, for training agents with metahuman powers. I don't know if they'll be interested, but on the other hand if they did volunteer there's no way he'd let anything untoward happen to them. The negative publicity would finish SHADE off."
"I meant personally. Where are they going to live?"
"Since I haven't been able to detect them, I'm guessing that they're on the Command Carrier now, probably behind some sort of New Genesis derived shield. I don't know enough about their circumstances… I suppose they should go back to their parents?"
"That really a good idea?"
"There's no way they knew what they were volunteering their children for. A little normalcy would probably do them some good."
"And the girl… Lynne? You know what happened to her parents."
Not as if I've had much else to do but scour databases. Sinestro has a surprisingly pleasant reading voice. Miss Wayland's parents were the victim of the first manifestation of her abilities, their minds apparently completely burned out by her mental touch. Metahumans usually have an intuitive grasp of their powers, but fine control takes time to develop and she was too young to have learned. Her grandparents signed her over to SHADE and her parents died in hospital a few months later when their life support systems were turned off. I don't disagree with the decision. It would have been better if another telepath could have given them the once over to make sure but from the records it's pretty clear they were brain dead. I doubt very much that her grandparents would want her back… If she even remembers them…
I glance down, shaking my head. "I'm sure that Scott and Barda can handle her. And their team could do with a telepath."
Shayera and John share a look. John loses. "What you did to her soul… From what you said, I thought that was kind of a big deal."
"It was." Oh wait, they don't..? "No." I shake my head. "Noo. I.. may understand the thematic appeal of me taking her on, but that's.. really not practical. I am going back to prison."
"I thought you were getting a Presidential Pardon?"
"I was, then I disappeared for a week. I think our non-robotic President Horne will go ahead with pardoning me anyway, but it won't happen immediately. Then I'm fully expecting our Justice League to boot me out of the Cave, so I'll have to find somewhere new to live. Then I'm going to be working with the Light. Not really.. child-friendly company. Plus there's.. Jade. I think that if I was even considering it I should talk to her about it first."
He nods reluctantly. "I suppose you've got a point."
"That's not even getting into the fact that our Darkseid is still alive. Earth is going to get introduced to the soul-crushing end of the Anti-Life Equation at some point. I'm not even going to consider having children until I'm confident we can deal with that level of attack. It just wouldn't be responsible, particularly given what she's already experienced."
"Hey. You don't need to explain it to me. If you say it's not a good idea, then it's not a good idea."
It's funny. I'm getting the sneaking suspicion that if I was wearing the orange ring at the moment I would feel differently about it. Maybe if I'd sorted things out back home better before coming here… Well. What is, is.
"Alright. Things seem to be under control here. Do you need anything from me before I head back?"
Batman looks up for a moment from where he's programming the dimensional gateway. "I don't believe so. I may need to consult with you when we're ready to test our hush tube."
Ah, the wonders of a free and frank exchange of technology.
"Are you sure you don't want me to raid Apokolips fifty? A quick in and out would probably get me the parts you need."
"No. We already have some New God technology captured from our last visit to Apokolips. I should be able to work something out." Good luck with that. "You're sure you want to reappear exactly where you left?"
"Yeah, it's probably best. You guys need anything, you know where to find me." The portal generators thrum into life. I take a step towards Shayera and John and open my arms. "You two stay safe without me."
"We'll manage. Somehow."
I put an arm around each of their backs in a light hug, mindful of my injuries. "And if you can't do that… Name it after me!"
"Hey!"
I step back with a smirk, give them a last wave with my right hand and then jog through the portal.
1st March 2011
22:55 GMT -6
Ah, home sweet cell. My former cellmates have long since left, of course. The drunk in the cell opposite catches sight of me, whimpers, then appears to try to duck and cover. My cell door is open. That won't d-.
The dimensional gate behind me disappears.
Huh. I'm starting to get that 'after holiday' feeling. I sag slightly and sigh. Okay, back to work. Sinestro's ring is tucked away inside my armour just in case anything stupid happens but I'd rather keep him a secret for the moment. I lean across the small space and slide the cell door shut, then sit down on the floor. Where is-? Ah yes, I see a few rather sophisticated detection devices attached to the ceiling of the cell. If I assume that someone just got woken up by an alarm going off-.
There's a flash of red, then the man himself is standing in front of the bars. I give him a nod in greeting. "Good evening, sir. You will not believe the week I've had."
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- Location
- Dubai, UAE
AHAahahahahah oh god that's the best line I've read this entire week
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I hope you don't skip the debriefing.
Or the twin ring surprise
btw... What happens if you new godify batman?
Or the twin ring surprise
btw... What happens if you new godify batman?
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Ouch.
Also, no Lynette as a regular at this point makes me sad. Logic be screwed.
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
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Ganurath
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- A Valid Location
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- He/Him
I'm trying to imagine Sinestro 12's voice in an informative tone that isn't either blunt or condescending.
Then those references to him as "Batgod" have more of a literal basis than usual.
Typo:
"thought"
- Location
- Canada
He becomes the New God of Sufficient Paranoia.
Silverias
Seeing is Believing
- Location
- Squiddy Places
Loved the update, kinda amusing OL noticing he's different without the ring.
Also, minor update on XCOM for those of you that care. The year is 2035. The fanfiction WTR is approaching its climax. On the eve of the final chapter, its author disappears, taken from his home by the invaders. A new resistance cell forms, charged with getting him back so he can finish the damn fanfic! (I have been adding people from the thread to my character pool)
(The game is great for those of you that care, it's harder than XCOM: EU and the graphics need to be more optimized, but the mechanics are solid and the plot is interesting)
Also, minor update on XCOM for those of you that care. The year is 2035. The fanfiction WTR is approaching its climax. On the eve of the final chapter, its author disappears, taken from his home by the invaders. A new resistance cell forms, charged with getting him back so he can finish the damn fanfic! (I have been adding people from the thread to my character pool
)(The game is great for those of you that care, it's harder than XCOM: EU and the graphics need to be more optimized, but the mechanics are solid and the plot is interesting)
- Location
- Canada
Loved the update, kinda amusing OL noticing he's different without the ring.
Also, minor update on XCOM for those of you that care. The year is 2035. The fanfiction WTR is approaching its climax. On the eve of the final chapter, its author disappears, taken from his home by the invaders. A new resistance cell forms, charged with getting him back so he can finish the damn fanfic! (I have been adding people from the thread to my character pool
(The game is great for those of you that care, it's harder than XCOM: EU and the graphics need to be more optimized, but the mechanics are solid and the plot is interesting)
If only it wasn't $80 CAD.
... (Make my guy a Sniper)
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