- Location
- Oblivion
You know, he could have just left a message at her nightclub if he wanted to chat.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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It comes from 'nought' being another term for 'zero'. I haven't heard it used often, but it was used on at least 1 episode of Mythbusters.
That assumes that a) Circe has a nightclub in this continuity, and b) that Grayven knows about it.
Though it may be amusing if Circe basically tells him that afterwords.
- Location
- Argentina
Yes Circe is dangerous and tends to keep a grudge. To the point is a character flag as big as Luthor's ego.
I mean she would be way more happy being Wonder Woman lover (and yes that's canon) that fighting her all the time. But she can't let go on her revenge.
I mean she would be way more happy being Wonder Woman lover (and yes that's canon) that fighting her all the time. But she can't let go on her revenge.
- Location
- Hampden Park
I think that's true of most people.
- Location
- Somewhere out there
backpedal, just one word
- Location
- Argentina
Yes but what I mean is that the writers and artists did everything possible to show that without outright saying it directly.
- Location
- Just hanging
Is it funny that I can imagine that while Grayven is going to have to put some work into convincing Circe to join his Neo-Light group where if Paul tried to recruit her it would mostly consist the two spending the day together doing fairly ambiguous activities designed to troll Wonder Woman, all of the activities turn out to be fairly mundane tasks with Circe having Paul swear not to ruin the act by telling anyone, and ultimately it ends with a big band singing show with some embarrassment from Paul having to sing New York New York once more and in front of a larger audience. Circe is known to go to extreme lengths just to mess with Wonder Woman for her own amusement so the idea of trying to subvert or take advantage or her student's offer, though as strained as their relationship currently is, would definitely sound like something she would do.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
- Location
- texas
Revenge, nothing, the source of her grudge was a prophecy that Circe will die and (presumably) Wonder Woman will be the next host of Hecate.
Her motivation was not dying.
Now later the prophecy was fulfilled so her motive decayed to vengeance, because otherwise the writers would have to invent a new villain.
- Location
- Hampden Park
Don't worry, I'm giving her a proper motive. And one that's surprisingly canon-compliant.
- Location
- Argentina
There is also a thing with Diana's mother, depending on the continuity.
Rapprochement (part 5)
- Location
- Hampden Park
2nd September
15:27 GMT +2
One leisurely stroll later -with just enough tugging on the leash by me to remind the Lion who's in charge and just enough resistance from him to remind me that he's a thinking creature with opinions of his own- and we arrive at a grand-looking stone structure. The pillars and general shape of the roof say 'ancient Greek' to me, but I'm hardly an expert in architecture. A handful of Mulemen are tending the gardens, but they limit themselves to one nervous look in my direction before bending themselves to their tasks once more. The pathway leading up to the palace proper -or should that be manor?- is lined with statues, alternately bronze-cast and stone carved. Not of the gods, but beyond that I couldn't say.
The whole place actually looks pretty nice. I suppose that if you've got near-infinite time and resources then you aren't going to live in a sty, but I was a little worried that she'd have gone for the full 'dark sorceress with skulls on spikes' style. This is classy. And more importantly, suggests that she's capable of being rational over a prolonged period of time.
"Mistress is inside."
I nod without looking at him. "Are you banned from going inside?"
He grunts. "No."
"Glad to hear it." I use the tether to shove him forwards, then let the construct evaporate as he staggers up the steps leading into the palace. "After you."
His head turns, letting him glower at me with one eye for a moment. Then he shakes his head slightly and stalks up the steps into the portico. I follow on behind him, utterly unhurried. It's important to seem at ease; Circe doesn't know me and might do something regrettable if she senses weakness. The stone.. doesn't look enchanted, or at least not exceptionally. Probably just a little something to make the stone more resilient to erosion, or perhaps to regenerate over time. Yes, that's more likely. Given the era and the lack of other magic users at her level to study with I imagine that she'd find elementalism easier than anything truly original. A shame that she grew up in this part of the world; if she'd been born in Atlantis she could have been another Ahri'ahn.
Ah well.
No glass, I note as I step from the sunlit portico into the entry chamber. The Ancient Greeks had glass, but not of a quality that it would have been practical to use in windows. And it looks like she hasn't bothered to modernise…
I stop, looking around. Ambient lighting with no opening other than the doorway. It should be dingy in here, but instead it only appears shaded. I suppose that I shouldn't have expected her not to have some work-around for the problem of darkness.
The illumination allows me to more easily see the painted borders around the top and bottom of the walls, and the frescos painted between them. One wall is covered by a depiction of a garden party. A cheerful scene, until I realise a moment later that every participant save one has some minor animal characteristic somewhere on their person. Teeth, ears, a tail… It adds a strange and disconcerting air to the image. The one person shown to be physically perfect is Circe herself, reclining on a couch in a gazebo and being fed grapes by a king with cloven feet.
Another wall shows a mountain, tiny figures that might be people or rocks or smudges barely visible against the grandeur of the rock formation and the landscape surrounding it. A third wall appears to show a battle, but rather than the neat ranks that Greek infantry were famous for it depicts men striking one another without rhyme or reason. A fourth wall shows a goddess -Circe herself, with a few added indicators of divinity- walking through a city inhabited by unaltered animals who offer her tribute as she passes.
Puzzling. I wonder who painted these?
The Lion has already gone ahead, but I take a moment to look over the pictures for things I've missed. No sign of Diana and I don't.. think that any of her old cronies are shown either. I wouldn't necessarily spot any really old cronies, but there aren't any from her original fights with Diana in the forties and fifties. Or any modern ones. Circe playing up her power is hardly surprising, and the animal motifs..? How she views people?
Sadly, it turns out that I'm not Grand Admiral Thrawn.
Oh well, conversation it is then. I turn away from the artworks and slowly walk through the doorway to the next chamber.
"Greetings, stranger."
Circe herself is lounging on a large throne set into the centre of the far wall. The throne is wood with fabric-covered panels and cushions, while the surrounding dais is artfully carved stone. It looks like a single piece. Was it brought here? Did they build the palace around it? Or did she create it with magic?
The rest of the room is richly decorated in a tasteful way. There are shelves upon which set impressively bound tomes as well as racks for scrolls. There are stands and display cases for ancient or valuable artefacts -some of those do have glass fronts. There is a area with seating and a table arranged before a beautifully upholstered chaise longue. The walls are less intricately decorated here than the ones outside were: a simply decorative pattern so as not to distract from the treasure trove which the mistress of the place has chosen to display for her guests.
The Lion man is already abasing himself in front of the lowest step when I take in the sorceress herself. She can alter her appearance to more or less whatever she wants; illusion sometimes, genuine shapeshifting at others. At the moment she's choosing to appear as a tall, pale skinned and dark haired woman. Her dress -which looks like it could fall off with one careless motion- is peach in colour and artfully draped to not only enhance her own beauty but to pleasantly contrast with the colour and texture of the wood and stone around her. Her feet are bare, while her hair is elegantly draped around her shoulders.
All this for me? I'm touched.
I proceed across the floor until I'm only a few metres behind the Lion. Then I bow.
"Forgive me for not addressing you by title, but I am uncertain as to how you style yourself."
"I've long since outgrown the need for titles. Please address me as Circe. And you are Grayven, I believe."
I straighten up. "My reputation precedes me."
"You fought a Lord of Chaos and emerged victorious. I would be a poor sorceress not to be aware of the man who achieved such a feat of arms."
"Two Lords of Chaos." I smile. "But who's counting?"
She raises her eyebrows slightly. Polite enquiry rather than genuine surprise. "Really?"
"Mordru proved to be no more capable of seeing reason than his erstwhile colleague."
She leans back slightly. "It seems that they were less immortal than I had been led to believe."
"I don't believe that there's any such thing as absolute immortality."
The tiniest flicker, gone before I can learn anything from it. "You may well be right. Tell me, Grayven; what brings you to my home?"
"You, naturally. To the best of my knowledge you are the Earth's greatest living practitioner of magic. I am.. seeking to put together a coterie of talented individuals. Naturally, your name came to mind immediately."
"Hah!" She tilts her head back, her eyes leaving me for the first time since I entered the room. Her amusement seems genuine. "It's been some time since anyone tried to interest me in something like that." She shifts position, leaning a little closer as she returns her attention to me. "Do you seek to conquer the Earth, Grayven?"
"No, Circe. The nature of Earth society is such that it could not be conquered by people like us without depriving it of the very things that make it worth conquering. I was thinking of.. a… Looser alliance, each of us pursuing our own interests while cooperating with one another where such a thing could be profitably done in concert. Coordinating our efforts, rather than working on a single task and getting in one another's way."
"I see. And what is it that I would get out of this alliance?"
"That rather depends, O Circe, on what it is that you want."
15:27 GMT +2
One leisurely stroll later -with just enough tugging on the leash by me to remind the Lion who's in charge and just enough resistance from him to remind me that he's a thinking creature with opinions of his own- and we arrive at a grand-looking stone structure. The pillars and general shape of the roof say 'ancient Greek' to me, but I'm hardly an expert in architecture. A handful of Mulemen are tending the gardens, but they limit themselves to one nervous look in my direction before bending themselves to their tasks once more. The pathway leading up to the palace proper -or should that be manor?- is lined with statues, alternately bronze-cast and stone carved. Not of the gods, but beyond that I couldn't say.
The whole place actually looks pretty nice. I suppose that if you've got near-infinite time and resources then you aren't going to live in a sty, but I was a little worried that she'd have gone for the full 'dark sorceress with skulls on spikes' style. This is classy. And more importantly, suggests that she's capable of being rational over a prolonged period of time.
"Mistress is inside."
I nod without looking at him. "Are you banned from going inside?"
He grunts. "No."
"Glad to hear it." I use the tether to shove him forwards, then let the construct evaporate as he staggers up the steps leading into the palace. "After you."
His head turns, letting him glower at me with one eye for a moment. Then he shakes his head slightly and stalks up the steps into the portico. I follow on behind him, utterly unhurried. It's important to seem at ease; Circe doesn't know me and might do something regrettable if she senses weakness. The stone.. doesn't look enchanted, or at least not exceptionally. Probably just a little something to make the stone more resilient to erosion, or perhaps to regenerate over time. Yes, that's more likely. Given the era and the lack of other magic users at her level to study with I imagine that she'd find elementalism easier than anything truly original. A shame that she grew up in this part of the world; if she'd been born in Atlantis she could have been another Ahri'ahn.
Ah well.
No glass, I note as I step from the sunlit portico into the entry chamber. The Ancient Greeks had glass, but not of a quality that it would have been practical to use in windows. And it looks like she hasn't bothered to modernise…
I stop, looking around. Ambient lighting with no opening other than the doorway. It should be dingy in here, but instead it only appears shaded. I suppose that I shouldn't have expected her not to have some work-around for the problem of darkness.
The illumination allows me to more easily see the painted borders around the top and bottom of the walls, and the frescos painted between them. One wall is covered by a depiction of a garden party. A cheerful scene, until I realise a moment later that every participant save one has some minor animal characteristic somewhere on their person. Teeth, ears, a tail… It adds a strange and disconcerting air to the image. The one person shown to be physically perfect is Circe herself, reclining on a couch in a gazebo and being fed grapes by a king with cloven feet.
Another wall shows a mountain, tiny figures that might be people or rocks or smudges barely visible against the grandeur of the rock formation and the landscape surrounding it. A third wall appears to show a battle, but rather than the neat ranks that Greek infantry were famous for it depicts men striking one another without rhyme or reason. A fourth wall shows a goddess -Circe herself, with a few added indicators of divinity- walking through a city inhabited by unaltered animals who offer her tribute as she passes.
Puzzling. I wonder who painted these?
The Lion has already gone ahead, but I take a moment to look over the pictures for things I've missed. No sign of Diana and I don't.. think that any of her old cronies are shown either. I wouldn't necessarily spot any really old cronies, but there aren't any from her original fights with Diana in the forties and fifties. Or any modern ones. Circe playing up her power is hardly surprising, and the animal motifs..? How she views people?
Sadly, it turns out that I'm not Grand Admiral Thrawn.
Oh well, conversation it is then. I turn away from the artworks and slowly walk through the doorway to the next chamber.
"Greetings, stranger."
Circe herself is lounging on a large throne set into the centre of the far wall. The throne is wood with fabric-covered panels and cushions, while the surrounding dais is artfully carved stone. It looks like a single piece. Was it brought here? Did they build the palace around it? Or did she create it with magic?
The rest of the room is richly decorated in a tasteful way. There are shelves upon which set impressively bound tomes as well as racks for scrolls. There are stands and display cases for ancient or valuable artefacts -some of those do have glass fronts. There is a area with seating and a table arranged before a beautifully upholstered chaise longue. The walls are less intricately decorated here than the ones outside were: a simply decorative pattern so as not to distract from the treasure trove which the mistress of the place has chosen to display for her guests.
The Lion man is already abasing himself in front of the lowest step when I take in the sorceress herself. She can alter her appearance to more or less whatever she wants; illusion sometimes, genuine shapeshifting at others. At the moment she's choosing to appear as a tall, pale skinned and dark haired woman. Her dress -which looks like it could fall off with one careless motion- is peach in colour and artfully draped to not only enhance her own beauty but to pleasantly contrast with the colour and texture of the wood and stone around her. Her feet are bare, while her hair is elegantly draped around her shoulders.
All this for me? I'm touched.
I proceed across the floor until I'm only a few metres behind the Lion. Then I bow.
"Forgive me for not addressing you by title, but I am uncertain as to how you style yourself."
"I've long since outgrown the need for titles. Please address me as Circe. And you are Grayven, I believe."
I straighten up. "My reputation precedes me."
"You fought a Lord of Chaos and emerged victorious. I would be a poor sorceress not to be aware of the man who achieved such a feat of arms."
"Two Lords of Chaos." I smile. "But who's counting?"
She raises her eyebrows slightly. Polite enquiry rather than genuine surprise. "Really?"
"Mordru proved to be no more capable of seeing reason than his erstwhile colleague."
She leans back slightly. "It seems that they were less immortal than I had been led to believe."
"I don't believe that there's any such thing as absolute immortality."
The tiniest flicker, gone before I can learn anything from it. "You may well be right. Tell me, Grayven; what brings you to my home?"
"You, naturally. To the best of my knowledge you are the Earth's greatest living practitioner of magic. I am.. seeking to put together a coterie of talented individuals. Naturally, your name came to mind immediately."
"Hah!" She tilts her head back, her eyes leaving me for the first time since I entered the room. Her amusement seems genuine. "It's been some time since anyone tried to interest me in something like that." She shifts position, leaning a little closer as she returns her attention to me. "Do you seek to conquer the Earth, Grayven?"
"No, Circe. The nature of Earth society is such that it could not be conquered by people like us without depriving it of the very things that make it worth conquering. I was thinking of.. a… Looser alliance, each of us pursuing our own interests while cooperating with one another where such a thing could be profitably done in concert. Coordinating our efforts, rather than working on a single task and getting in one another's way."
"I see. And what is it that I would get out of this alliance?"
"That rather depends, O Circe, on what it is that you want."
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I think you mean "own"
Should be "do", I think.
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- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
- Location
- Baton Rouge
No, they both saw reason. They saw it like a cat sees a bath, but they saw it.
Blazinghand
O cursèd spite
- Location
- California
Grayven, you sure now how to charm a lady!
Probably, "bothered to modernise", but since the sentence might not be finished I'm not sure.
Is Grayven misremembering Thrawn's name?
This is delicious. Hmmmmm...
The Chosen One
Yes, THAT One.
- Location
- The Pedant Gallery
Probably mean feat, unless he's already recruited Cranius to the new group.
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ThrawnCA
Carbon-based biped
- Location
- Australia
who's in charge
pillars and general shape of the roof say
she'd have gone
might do something
born in Atlantis
hasn't bothered to modernise...
Or
hasn't bothered modernis...
Thrawn
Sadly, I'm not him either.shapeshifting
she's choosing
not only to enhance her own beauty but to
feat of arms
Though with a shape-shifting sorceress, who knows?
Mordru
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
With this Ring: "Where in a young man becomes a purveyor of fine finger accessories."
The Bushranger
In the Danger Zone
- Location
- TSAB Asura
Simmr001
Aquaman 2018 Fan Club President. I prefer Bob.
- Location
- Crawley, West Sussex
- Pronouns
- he/him
one of the few things new canon made me excited for, especially with my brothers
"play my RTS star wars game with me"
"i don't know, its looks old and lame"
"it has the blue dude from the show you like"
now to get them hooked on the idea of LAN parties
- Location
- United Kingdom
- Status