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Did you check out Professor Marston and the Wonder Women?
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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Did you check out Professor Marston and the Wonder Women?
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Also the only guy smart enough to lease the character to DC rather than sell the rights over. I've heard a number of times that DC basically has to print WW once every set about of time, or the rights to her go back to his family/estate.
Don't know if he can be blamed for all those bound and gagged covers from back in the day. Or if it was just some artist with a shibari fetish. Which, I'll give you all a little info because the one guy helped me avoid what I would have considered a terrible Superman story, is both impractical and very uncomfortable. Not positions that can be held long....trust me. Crap hurts.
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True, but for a lot of people that's the point, and I suspect that there's some level of skill involved since its considered a artform or something in japan (i think).
Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
I'm about 90% certain that he can be blamed for the ones he was writing, at least - I can easily see him encouraging the artists.
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It's...not actually hard to do. Granted I don't know about all that hanging in the air stuff, most normal home ceilings and such can't support....actually I'm just gonna stop right there.
Misspent teenage years...actually I'm just gonna kick Taylor in the butt next time I see him. I'm not even going to say why. He should just know.
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I mean, yes, but it's easy to imagine that there's various minutia that make all the difference comfort-wise. Avoiding pinching nerves, finding the right balance between tight and loose such that you don't cut off blood flow, etc. Also IIRC you're supposed to use a specific type of silk rope.
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Yes well....16, dumb. Nylon rope with a somewhat desperate friend. Uncomfortable and boring.
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Fair enough, nylon would probably hurt.
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I enjoyed laughing at this far more than I probably should.
Back to the thread at hand....I wonder just how many orange rings are floating around now? I mean, OL did yank rather hard, but one would have thought that at least some would have been recovered by Larfleeze's constructs. Plus Ragnar absorbed the charge from several. I wonder just how much work is in store for tracking them all down.
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Fair enough, though I should say that I'm not really a part of all that. It's just that... this is the internet. I've played on servers where indescribables were sprayed onto the walls, where they used the N-word as a regular insult and literally everyone abused everyone else, even themselves. I'm still not sure if they were serious or joking. I've played games that are almost literally distilled from the dark depths of 4chan. I've seen things... horrible things, wonderful things, and everything inbetween, and after so long on it it's hard to tell the horrible from the wonderful anymore.
I've seen and learned many things. They're not necessarily my things, but I know them well nonetheless.
Hard to say, but potentially hundreds - as OL described it, the cave floor was layered with bones, valuables, and assimilated rings.
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And I'm just queer (DOUBLE PUN BAM!) XD. Also lacking a filter, can discuss just anything from the personal past, and find such discussions amusing.
True, true. Though I remember Larfleeze calling for "all of you!" to go out and search. They had to have recovered at least a few of the rings.
I know Sinestro's name has been floated. But unless he was without his yellow ring for some reason....I really can't see him caring too much about an orange. Beyond study perhaps. But use?
Chaoswind
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Its the action of nodding meant to be orange and if so, shouldn't it be inside whatever these - are called?
*sneezes
This headache plus flu combo is messing me up
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Curiosity can be a curse when you find yourself lost in the minutia of how something can be possible and only later come out and look at the big picture and realize what the heck you've been studying. And shudder. (Mercifully, while I've gone down rabbit holes in the academic sense, I've always stepped back and looked at the big picture before even considering experiments, which means I've never found myself DOING something that I shuddered over later.
Of course, as a necromancer, what makes me shudder might be ... different ... than what makes others shudder. >_> <_< )
Of course, as a necromancer, what makes me shudder might be ... different ... than what makes others shudder. >_> <_< )
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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So, yellow rings create constructs through the fear of their user, and the fear that they generate in others. Very combat focused. What would be a rather fun way for someone to attempt to counter a yellow Lantern is to first disarm themselves so that the yellow Lantern has nothing physical to fear from them, and then state that they do not fear the Lantern. And also actually not fear them, which is harder. So long as the Lantern fears only the harm that that person could do to them, I think that the Lantern would then be unable to harm them with the ring at all.
I rather want someone to try this with Grayven, not knowing that he has weapons aside from his yellow ring. He might even spare them if he's feeling generous.
I rather want someone to try this with Grayven, not knowing that he has weapons aside from his yellow ring. He might even spare them if he's feeling generous.
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No. Actions in that section are meant to be orange. Only direct communication from the SI is meant to be white.
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
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I think that this would backfire, because at that point, you've set yourself up as an inspiration. Which means that filming their courage and their hope, then tearing them apart brutally, and then forcing every electronic device to broadcast it would qualify as spreading more fear than is lost. Yellow also works by intending to inspire fear.
Chaoswind
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Fear can be irrational, i don't think you can use something like that against a trained lantern as just seeing a disarmed opponent isn't guaranteed to make them stop being generally afraid. Its a lot easier to make them stop being afraid by making them feel something else.
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
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Even then, you'll have to be careful which emotion. Fear and rage tend to be able to coexist pretty well.
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Unfortunately, the few people who know enough to even think about trying something like that also know enough to know that it wouldn't work.
Probably not related to the previous conversation topic.
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Honesty the Berrith didn't deserve being threated like that, if anything it just made things worse.
And compared to certain other alien races in DC? Maybe name in only Paragon was on something about re-education.
"I am not the Grayven I thought I was. So yes, that means an universe with no magic were New Gods are humans is actually the right explanation."
And compared to certain other alien races in DC? Maybe name in only Paragon was on something about re-education.
"I am not the Grayven I thought I was. So yes, that means an universe with no magic were New Gods are humans is actually the right explanation."
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Doing an archive binge reread. If I notice any old mistakes, I'll post them.
On a slightly different note, it just struck me that judging by the massive debate following Paragon's treatment of the Citadelians, I'm guessing that if Zoat has ever played Mass Effect 2, he chose Destroy for Legion's loyalty mission instead of Rewrite.
On a slightly different note, it just struck me that judging by the massive debate following Paragon's treatment of the Citadelians, I'm guessing that if Zoat has ever played Mass Effect 2, he chose Destroy for Legion's loyalty mission instead of Rewrite.
Chaoswind
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How did megan manage that? She said not feeling other minds is unpleasant for martians and all she had there was Paul...
I guess someome asked this a while ago, but it just jumped on me.
The Chosen One
Yes, THAT One.
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I figured she and Paul were close / trusting enough (at the time) that she was comfortable with his company alone, at least for something as brief and important to her as that. Remember the time he helped center her during Red Inferno's attack? Not quite the same thing, I know, but it demonstrates that his presence/influence meant a lot to her and could counteract another deep-seated, martian-specific fear response
Collegiality (part 14)
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Meditation carried out by the spiritually inclined is an attempt to escape one's own particularity and in some sense touch something beyond oneself. God or a god, some universal force or presence… At the very least, to still one's own mind and get away from one's normal mode of thought.
That is not the way of the orange light. I know full well that as far as the orange light is concerned particularity is everything. So when I close my eyes I don't clear my mind but rather focus focus focus on the network of orange light within me.
I don't normally see myself in the way that I see others; I can't trace back my own capacity for strength of will or compassion to some formative experience or teaching. My fears I'm a little more aware of because I know what makes me afraid and… Because I've so thoroughly confronted them since I've been in Universe 16 that I seldom fear for myself these days. But I know my desires intimately, and knowing that I can relax my grip on the universe that is NOT!me and focus on the important part.
Me.
I'm fascinating, really. Especially when I display myself to myself in this fashion-. Ooh. Following a food related desire back to its earliest point, I see a brief snapshot of the first time I ever ate chocolate. I don't remember it, there's so little left and it's so thoroughly intermeshed with everything else that even with perfect recall I couldn't bring it to mind. What I see… I.. presume that's from when I lived on Friday Street, but I don't remember what the interior of the house looked like well enough…
No, that's not what I'm here for.
I retreat a little. This is !Me. But there are other arrangements like !Me. I want to see-
A thread extrudes from !Me and touches a blank canvas.
-those as well.
My Agent.
My Embodiment.
We were near the Green Men. She circles around me, just out of arms' reach. I could feel them. Closed cold Green.
Things will be easier for our Corps if we do not have to fight them. Can you feel the other people with orange rings?
Not well. We know they are there but so many feel so much orange light. She turns her head and looks across the canvas. This is so much better than the cave.
I smile at her, though I'm still not sure that the gesture means anything to her. Then I unfocus my eyes and try to picture clearly Lantern Tarant's desire network. Victory, practical resistance… Yes, like that.
I'm glad that you feel that way. This is one of your Lanterns.
I hold out my left hand as the particular packet that is Lantern Tarant draws closer, the Ophidian staring at it as if transfixed.
His name is Tarant. He wants to fight a group called The Reach. He has done that for many years, but he wants to fight them better now.
We can do that we can make him do that! She twists and rolls in apparent delight. We have him as our Lantern and he can use our light and do that! And I will know what it is to want that! She spins upright and flicks her tongue at the bundle. I want to taste him!
Not yet, Ophidian. It isn't safe for him. You're very big and he is… Small.
She pulls her head away, blinking. No he must stay as he is! But I want him!
In a little while, if you're willing, I can transfer you into the Orange Central Power Battery.
She looks… Dubious, inasmuch as a giant snake with a largely immobile face can look dubious.
You won't be trapped, you'll have full access to all of the Lanterns and power rings currently active.
And didn't I have fun persuading Hinon to add that function.
You'll be able to experience all of us without worrying about damaging us. And if you want to get out, you will be able to. We're not trying to lock you in, just to make the system as efficient and safe for everyone as possible.
She wiggles her head from side to side.
I will consider it.
Thank you. Now, could you possibly help me? I'm looking for people shaped like the ones on the planet below me.
The Ophidian and I turn, some knotty desire-blobs moving away to make space for the many others which stream forwards and move to conform to the physical arrangement of physical beings on the planet.
Brutish. Primal. Hungry. There are many like this.
Yes, but those are relatively common desires. We need to match the pattern, how the desires link to each other.
But she's not wrong about their makeup. It's what I imagine looking at the soul of a Beastman from Warhammer would be like. How do they-? Okay, that bit is a little more normal, but the core cultural components…
No, it's not cultural. It's like… Human brains work best when we live in the small troupes our distant ancestors did. A relatively small number of people around whom we know well and who know us. Our brains literally can't cope with cities and it radically changes our behaviour in ways predictable if you understand our drives at their root. The ancient Berrith were a scourge, eating everything they could catch wherever they went and swiftly moving on. But like forests which make use of fire in their cycles of decay and growth, Berrith's natural systems adapted to that. And they weren't even the only species that lived like that. They weren't even dominant, not really.
And then they got too clever, and the rest of the system could no longer keep up with them.
We understand.
Thousands, millions, billions of orange motes sleet past us, desire sets not at all matching being discarded in an instant while those with a stronger resemblance to what we're looking for hesitate for a moment before flying past. No, no-
No, no, no…
-no, no… Yes.
Yes.
I hold the mote in front of me, examining it more closely. Yes, the right shape and patterns and… I look inside and see more Berrith faces. Excellent.
More like that?
More like this.
The Ophidian flicks her tail, and the galaxy of motes fly away. Then they come, dozens and then hundreds, flying past her and towards me before adopting an orbit around the first example of their kind.
Excellent.
I stand, and reach out to them all.
Where are you?
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06:02 GMT
What, where-?
A dense purple-black haze of nebula gas, holograms and more advanced stealth systems parts around me, revealing a grey wall from which domes and environmentally sealed skyscraper towers extrude…
And then the point defences start firing.
That is not the way of the orange light. I know full well that as far as the orange light is concerned particularity is everything. So when I close my eyes I don't clear my mind but rather focus focus focus on the network of orange light within me.
I don't normally see myself in the way that I see others; I can't trace back my own capacity for strength of will or compassion to some formative experience or teaching. My fears I'm a little more aware of because I know what makes me afraid and… Because I've so thoroughly confronted them since I've been in Universe 16 that I seldom fear for myself these days. But I know my desires intimately, and knowing that I can relax my grip on the universe that is NOT!me and focus on the important part.
Me.
I'm fascinating, really. Especially when I display myself to myself in this fashion-. Ooh. Following a food related desire back to its earliest point, I see a brief snapshot of the first time I ever ate chocolate. I don't remember it, there's so little left and it's so thoroughly intermeshed with everything else that even with perfect recall I couldn't bring it to mind. What I see… I.. presume that's from when I lived on Friday Street, but I don't remember what the interior of the house looked like well enough…
No, that's not what I'm here for.
I retreat a little. This is !Me. But there are other arrangements like !Me. I want to see-
A thread extrudes from !Me and touches a blank canvas.
-those as well.
My Agent.
My Embodiment.
We were near the Green Men. She circles around me, just out of arms' reach. I could feel them. Closed cold Green.
Things will be easier for our Corps if we do not have to fight them. Can you feel the other people with orange rings?
Not well. We know they are there but so many feel so much orange light. She turns her head and looks across the canvas. This is so much better than the cave.
I smile at her, though I'm still not sure that the gesture means anything to her. Then I unfocus my eyes and try to picture clearly Lantern Tarant's desire network. Victory, practical resistance… Yes, like that.
I'm glad that you feel that way. This is one of your Lanterns.
I hold out my left hand as the particular packet that is Lantern Tarant draws closer, the Ophidian staring at it as if transfixed.
His name is Tarant. He wants to fight a group called The Reach. He has done that for many years, but he wants to fight them better now.
We can do that we can make him do that! She twists and rolls in apparent delight. We have him as our Lantern and he can use our light and do that! And I will know what it is to want that! She spins upright and flicks her tongue at the bundle. I want to taste him!
Not yet, Ophidian. It isn't safe for him. You're very big and he is… Small.
She pulls her head away, blinking. No he must stay as he is! But I want him!
In a little while, if you're willing, I can transfer you into the Orange Central Power Battery.
She looks… Dubious, inasmuch as a giant snake with a largely immobile face can look dubious.
You won't be trapped, you'll have full access to all of the Lanterns and power rings currently active.
And didn't I have fun persuading Hinon to add that function.
You'll be able to experience all of us without worrying about damaging us. And if you want to get out, you will be able to. We're not trying to lock you in, just to make the system as efficient and safe for everyone as possible.
She wiggles her head from side to side.
I will consider it.
Thank you. Now, could you possibly help me? I'm looking for people shaped like the ones on the planet below me.
The Ophidian and I turn, some knotty desire-blobs moving away to make space for the many others which stream forwards and move to conform to the physical arrangement of physical beings on the planet.
Brutish. Primal. Hungry. There are many like this.
Yes, but those are relatively common desires. We need to match the pattern, how the desires link to each other.
But she's not wrong about their makeup. It's what I imagine looking at the soul of a Beastman from Warhammer would be like. How do they-? Okay, that bit is a little more normal, but the core cultural components…
No, it's not cultural. It's like… Human brains work best when we live in the small troupes our distant ancestors did. A relatively small number of people around whom we know well and who know us. Our brains literally can't cope with cities and it radically changes our behaviour in ways predictable if you understand our drives at their root. The ancient Berrith were a scourge, eating everything they could catch wherever they went and swiftly moving on. But like forests which make use of fire in their cycles of decay and growth, Berrith's natural systems adapted to that. And they weren't even the only species that lived like that. They weren't even dominant, not really.
And then they got too clever, and the rest of the system could no longer keep up with them.
We understand.
Thousands, millions, billions of orange motes sleet past us, desire sets not at all matching being discarded in an instant while those with a stronger resemblance to what we're looking for hesitate for a moment before flying past. No, no-
No, no, no…
-no, no… Yes.
Yes.
I hold the mote in front of me, examining it more closely. Yes, the right shape and patterns and… I look inside and see more Berrith faces. Excellent.
More like that?
More like this.
The Ophidian flicks her tail, and the galaxy of motes fly away. Then they come, dozens and then hundreds, flying past her and towards me before adopting an orbit around the first example of their kind.
Excellent.
I stand, and reach out to them all.
Where are you?
24th August
06:02 GMT
What, where-?
A dense purple-black haze of nebula gas, holograms and more advanced stealth systems parts around me, revealing a grey wall from which domes and environmentally sealed skyscraper towers extrude…
And then the point defences start firing.
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