Garrak Formula? Does it turn him into a Cardassian
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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- The Outer Plane Of Munchkinry.
I just realised that this is probably him calling bullshit more then objecting to him doing it. Like "No Paul, you can not be doing this. I refuse to believe you are currently doing this." type refusing to believe it rather then "Paul! How could you?!" type refusing to believe it.
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What about a time dilation area?
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CHAAAAAAAAAAAAART!
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*pencils Melinoé/Paul/Crimson Doom in on The Chart*
(You have no one to blame but yourself.)
Hello! *waves*
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- The Outer Plane Of Munchkinry.
Hello Datcord! *Waves* How is rum supply doing?
Aren't Reach Scarabs vulnerable to magic with no special defenses against it?
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
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- In transition
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- She/Her
Guess I'm too late, huh? In that case...
...make it Paul/Melinoe/Crimson Doom and I'll roll with it.
No but seriously stop shipping me aaaaaaaa
Chaoswind
Lord of nonsense
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- Latin America
Old two thousand years old models certainly are, the new stuff is limited by Zoats own imagination.
Personally i think the Reach using the older scarabs for infiltration work makes sense as they are essentially resources at work behind enemy lines, you cannot use your best technology in that way because there is a high possibility of lost.
I would prefer if it turns out the Reach has stronger more powerful scarabs defending their core territories and important locations and we can explain their absence of the battlefield by the fact the Darkstars have never been more than an annoyance.
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- texas
4 thousand years actually, according to the wiki.
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- Somewhere out there
He already has a couple of those.
Problem is, one of them burns out his brain if he uses it too long, and the other has the side effect of destroying anything in its path (unless they're a Sheeda Hunter or an Old God).
And once again Paul sets out to do something for Alan that Alan would not want. The desires of others are meaningless when they conflict with Paul's own desires.
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- U.S.
That's... basically how half of society operates. Desires of one person for another person > that person's actual desires for themselves.
Authority (part 25)
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- Hampden Park
22nd August
16:41 GMT
Guy and I stand on the broken battlements of Kalmin's keep, idly watching Ragnar and Duran slam increasingly large constructs into one another.
"Can't believe you're serious about this."
"You mean, how I recruited an expert weapon smith and ring forger who knows Sinestro better than anyone alive?"
He glances sideways at me, clearly unimpressed. "Recruiting a monster."
I shrug. "I need to fight the Reach. You know as well as I do that outside the periphery region there aren't any other civilisations in their territory. An expert in destructive technology is far more useful to me than a morally praiseworthy individual."
"Even if that-."
"The Green Lantern strike force who lost-"
"Drew."
"-with the Reach all those centuries ago was composed of heroes." I smile faintly. "Do you know what happens to a Beetle hit by a qwa-bolt?"
"Or you, when he stabs you in the back."
I reach up with my right hand and tap my faceplate. "I'm a pretty good judge of character. Unless the Anti-Monitor shows up in person, I invade Qward or I try coming to terms with Sinestro, I think he'll be happy designing and making weapons." I turn my attention back to the fight as Duran generates a colossal Anti-Monitor construct which punches Ragnar into the ground. Ragnar shines brilliant orange as he gets his feet under him and pushes upwards, slowly forcing the dark god's hand off him. "Which Dox might have been thinking about doing, by the way."
Guy twitches, his head turning to face me fully. "Fer real?"
"Dox and I both hate being dependent. At the moment, he's dependent on me for training. The Controllers don't have an existing conflict with Sinestro, Sinestro's an expert power ring user… And it's not as if the Greenies on the boundary of Reach space would dare make an issue of it either."
"You know that bastard wears a necklace of rings he's taken off Lanterns he's killed, yeah?"
"No, but it doesn't surprise me. Now congratulate me for ensuring that I'll never have to work with him."
"Yeah." He turns back to the spectacle before us. "Great work."
The Anti-Monitor staggers back as Ragnar shoves it off and fires a volley of energy pulses at its creator. Duran responds by giving the Anti-Monitor a shield in its right hand to block for him and causes it to fire a beam of energy out of its left.
"Tora and you still getting along alright?"
"Yeah. Well. She's not thrilled about me workin' away more, but…" He shrugs.
"We could probably sort out some sort of portal from Earth to Oa. Cut down on travel times."
"How you plannin' on gettin' the Guardians t' agree t' that?"
Ah. "Doesn't have to be on Oa. Just… Closer than Earth."
"I don't wanna make it look like they're playin' favorites."
"No reason why other Lanterns couldn't have a similar arrangement. I mean, they can… Actually pay for theirs…" Guy chuckles, bowing his head slightly. "Nothing… Major happen on Earth?"
"What, like the Justice League bein' at each other's throats cause'a the tawkin' to you gave us?"
"Not… Specifically… Just… You know… How people are…"
"Things got a bit shouty right after you left. In the end, Batman told everyone t'… Go home, cool off a little. That was a real bad time t' be a supervillain."
"And after they calmed down?"
"I was kinda impressed. You pullin' something like that, none of us havin' the slightest clue until it was already done." He looks downwards, missing Ragnar split the Anti-Monitor's beam with a sword construct as he flies against the stream to slice through its arm. Huh. That was a raw power thing, but it would still have been quite difficult. "Think you might be off a few Christmas card lists…"
"I'm a Hellenist."
That gets me an unimpressed glance as Duran abandons the Anti-Monitor construct and switches to a simple shield and lightning bolt combo while Ragnar opts to keep his sword. Having learned something from the ongoing fight, Ragnar repeatedly moves around his environment rather than simply charging headlong, an action which wrong foots Duran and results in his defensive blasts missing completely.
"I wasn't trying to make friends. I was trying to make a point."
"Well… Point made." He looks at the ongoing fight. "Ragnar ain't doin' too bad."
"Short range combat against single opponents is his thing. If he can't win this then there probably isn't any point in me recruiting him."
"And if Tui finds out..?"
"I can use bad people."
"I am glad to hear it." We both turn as Kalmin walks out of the door behind us, hammer and shield strapped to his back. "I would be disappointed if you were trying to destroy the Reach with harsh words."
"I dunno. Paul here nearly destroyed the Justice League with harsh words."
Kalmin nods. "Perhaps he has a natural gift." He walks over to the wall on the far side of Guy, watching the fight with interest. "He isn't doing too badly for a beginner."
A blur, and a dozen construct Ragnars dive at Duran. Duran blocks, shooting the first few as he retreats-.
The real Ragnar surges out of the ground beneath him, construct sword slicing through Duran's wrist and severing his ring from his body. Duran's body goes limp as the disconnect from his ring shreds his brain but Ragnar goes for a killing stroke anyway. Grinning, he grabs the still-bleeding head and holds it up for our approval.
"Nicely done. Reasonable use of misdirection."
The anti-green ring rises off Duran's severed hand and flies over to Kalmin, who pockets it.
"We're finished here, Ragnar. Time to head back."
16:41 GMT
Guy and I stand on the broken battlements of Kalmin's keep, idly watching Ragnar and Duran slam increasingly large constructs into one another.
"Can't believe you're serious about this."
"You mean, how I recruited an expert weapon smith and ring forger who knows Sinestro better than anyone alive?"
He glances sideways at me, clearly unimpressed. "Recruiting a monster."
I shrug. "I need to fight the Reach. You know as well as I do that outside the periphery region there aren't any other civilisations in their territory. An expert in destructive technology is far more useful to me than a morally praiseworthy individual."
"Even if that-."
"The Green Lantern strike force who lost-"
"Drew."
"-with the Reach all those centuries ago was composed of heroes." I smile faintly. "Do you know what happens to a Beetle hit by a qwa-bolt?"
"Or you, when he stabs you in the back."
I reach up with my right hand and tap my faceplate. "I'm a pretty good judge of character. Unless the Anti-Monitor shows up in person, I invade Qward or I try coming to terms with Sinestro, I think he'll be happy designing and making weapons." I turn my attention back to the fight as Duran generates a colossal Anti-Monitor construct which punches Ragnar into the ground. Ragnar shines brilliant orange as he gets his feet under him and pushes upwards, slowly forcing the dark god's hand off him. "Which Dox might have been thinking about doing, by the way."
Guy twitches, his head turning to face me fully. "Fer real?"
"Dox and I both hate being dependent. At the moment, he's dependent on me for training. The Controllers don't have an existing conflict with Sinestro, Sinestro's an expert power ring user… And it's not as if the Greenies on the boundary of Reach space would dare make an issue of it either."
"You know that bastard wears a necklace of rings he's taken off Lanterns he's killed, yeah?"
"No, but it doesn't surprise me. Now congratulate me for ensuring that I'll never have to work with him."
"Yeah." He turns back to the spectacle before us. "Great work."
The Anti-Monitor staggers back as Ragnar shoves it off and fires a volley of energy pulses at its creator. Duran responds by giving the Anti-Monitor a shield in its right hand to block for him and causes it to fire a beam of energy out of its left.
"Tora and you still getting along alright?"
"Yeah. Well. She's not thrilled about me workin' away more, but…" He shrugs.
"We could probably sort out some sort of portal from Earth to Oa. Cut down on travel times."
"How you plannin' on gettin' the Guardians t' agree t' that?"
Ah. "Doesn't have to be on Oa. Just… Closer than Earth."
"I don't wanna make it look like they're playin' favorites."
"No reason why other Lanterns couldn't have a similar arrangement. I mean, they can… Actually pay for theirs…" Guy chuckles, bowing his head slightly. "Nothing… Major happen on Earth?"
"What, like the Justice League bein' at each other's throats cause'a the tawkin' to you gave us?"
"Not… Specifically… Just… You know… How people are…"
"Things got a bit shouty right after you left. In the end, Batman told everyone t'… Go home, cool off a little. That was a real bad time t' be a supervillain."
"And after they calmed down?"
"I was kinda impressed. You pullin' something like that, none of us havin' the slightest clue until it was already done." He looks downwards, missing Ragnar split the Anti-Monitor's beam with a sword construct as he flies against the stream to slice through its arm. Huh. That was a raw power thing, but it would still have been quite difficult. "Think you might be off a few Christmas card lists…"
"I'm a Hellenist."
That gets me an unimpressed glance as Duran abandons the Anti-Monitor construct and switches to a simple shield and lightning bolt combo while Ragnar opts to keep his sword. Having learned something from the ongoing fight, Ragnar repeatedly moves around his environment rather than simply charging headlong, an action which wrong foots Duran and results in his defensive blasts missing completely.
"I wasn't trying to make friends. I was trying to make a point."
"Well… Point made." He looks at the ongoing fight. "Ragnar ain't doin' too bad."
"Short range combat against single opponents is his thing. If he can't win this then there probably isn't any point in me recruiting him."
"And if Tui finds out..?"
"I can use bad people."
"I am glad to hear it." We both turn as Kalmin walks out of the door behind us, hammer and shield strapped to his back. "I would be disappointed if you were trying to destroy the Reach with harsh words."
"I dunno. Paul here nearly destroyed the Justice League with harsh words."
Kalmin nods. "Perhaps he has a natural gift." He walks over to the wall on the far side of Guy, watching the fight with interest. "He isn't doing too badly for a beginner."
A blur, and a dozen construct Ragnars dive at Duran. Duran blocks, shooting the first few as he retreats-.
The real Ragnar surges out of the ground beneath him, construct sword slicing through Duran's wrist and severing his ring from his body. Duran's body goes limp as the disconnect from his ring shreds his brain but Ragnar goes for a killing stroke anyway. Grinning, he grabs the still-bleeding head and holds it up for our approval.
"Nicely done. Reasonable use of misdirection."
The anti-green ring rises off Duran's severed hand and flies over to Kalmin, who pockets it.
"We're finished here, Ragnar. Time to head back."
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Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
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- The Future
Pun intended?
Love how they are just having a causal conversation on the sidelines.
Also neat little update of what is going on, on Earth.
I wonder who crossed him off their lists.
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- US
You mean besides being eeeeeeeeevil?
GilliamYaeger
M'crazy.
Alters the users brain to allow them to produce the willpower needed to use the knockoff ring. Side effect is that they die when the ring's charge depletes.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
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- Australia
Going to assume that it's Jordan and Superman who have taken him off their christmas card lists.
Depends on what you mean by intentional. The Weaponer stated that he just never bothered to try to get around the limitation.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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- Baton Rouge
So, he fights worse if his opponent happens to be dating someone?
The artificially induced willpower causes brain hemorrhaging. Kalmin's comments indicate it's not intentional, but the rings are supposed to go to slaves, so he apparently never particularly cared.
I'm assuming that the 24 hours is an average. Otherwise I might suspect that one of DC's writers is whispering into Zoat's ear to make dumb world building decisions.
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
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- A Valid Location
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There's a superfluous space between the question mark and the word "bolt."
Also, I like when I can correctly guess where the link goes.
Daecl
CURSED BY THE DICE
Should be 'destroyed' here.
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