Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
- Location
- A Valid Location
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The name of the yellow dinosaur from Barney is BJ.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
- Start date
- Status
"I call him Fluffy!"
Hullevow (part 17)
- Location
- Hampden Park
3rd March
13:32 GMT
"Other bloke?"
"Yeah, there was…" He winces again. "When it all… When it.. I guess.. sort of… Opened up, inside? There was this horrible-." He curls up, head pressed against the duvet with his arms over his head. "E-eh!"
"Rob?"
"It is…" We turn as Tula opens her eyes and pushes herself up. "It is hard to think about. Just being near the thing.. makes the fear association.. instinctual." She closes her eyes and her tattoos start to glow. "It is almost impossible to resist, but the influence can be.. purged."
Rob looks across at her. "You mind telling me how to do that?"
Her eyes glow as yellow light falls away from her empathic structures. Not entirely -that was clearly a very frightening experience the two of them went through- but the… The 'artificial' excess is slewing off.
"I… I am not sure that I can. The method I am using is a technique I studied after the first time I fought -or rather tried to fight- John Constantine. It was written using thaumaturgical notation that I do not believe you have studied yet."
"Oh."
"Your breath reinforcement technique would probably help a little."
"My what?"
"Ah." Tula looks at me. "What is the word for spirit in English?"
Cease translation. "Spirit." Resume.
She nods. "Spirit."
"Oh, right. Okay." Rob pulls himself into a sitting position with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees. His empathic network starts to intensify as he begins using the power in the Spell Eater to fortify himself. From the looks of things it's slower than what Tula was doing, but it should sort him out in an hour or two.
"Tula, Rob said that there was someone in there already? There weren't any reports of anyone going missing."
She shakes her head. "It looked as though he had been in there for some time. He was almost a.. a part of it."
Beryl thinks for a moment. "Someone from Geotroniks, you think? One of their patients?"
"Could be. One of the psychics, or just someone in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Tula shakes her head. "What is 'Geotroniks'?"
"Beryl, bring them and Kaldur up to speed. I'm going to Scotland. Back in a few minutes."
"Gotcha."
I walk over to the window, brush aside the curtain and open it a little. Ring, northern Scotland... Five miles up. Oh, and go upwards first. I don't want anyone spotting an orange line coming from this room.
Compliance. Course available.
And transition.
I take a moment to look down on the countryside below me. Pretty, but I'm not here to admire the scenery. Ring, analytics.
Available.
I'm looking for a small community -hundreds of orange crosshairs appear in my vision- near either a large body of water or the sea -about three quarters disappear- with few cars or other motor vehicles -about half- practicing subsistence farming -most of the rest, just islands left for the most part- and no churches. Most of the islands go out. Okay, I can check those.
…
I don't suppose one of them has a sign saying 'Pagan Nation' on the front -all but one disappear- gate…
…
Thanks, ring.
Um, right. Armour… Light armour. I don't want to look like some kind of doom robot. Keep my face visible, but this is a professional occasion. I'm not going to use construct armour, but… Environmental shield to medium and Spell Eaters at the ready. Plot a course to directly above the settlement and about… Three hundred metres up?
Compliance. Course available.
Transition.
Looking down, I see small wooden houses with thatched roofs, their chimneys a mixture of brick and stone. Not all completely primitive, though. I see several wind-powered electrical generators -small ones- linked to a wire strung along a series of fence posts. There's a stream powering a water wheel which I'm guessing is used for grinding grains into flour. Short flag-topped poles mark the edge of the cliff. I can see people working on things, but there isn't much that grows well at this time of year and at this latitude. From the looks of things most people are inside.
Right then. Chap there's crouched down doing some weeding, he seems to be as good a person to ask as anyone. I descend through the sky until I'm floating just off the ground behind him. Woollen clothing with more than a little mud on it. I suppose I can see why this life might appeal to some people but I'm sure I'd hate it.
"Excuse me?"
He doesn't look around. "Yeah mate?"
"Would you be so good as to direct me to either Ms Zed or Ms Mercury?"
He pulls out a weed of some kind. "You from the-" He half turns so he can look at me. "-papers or shuckingfhit!" His left hand slips, and without the support of his left arm he falls on his face. "Oof!"
I bend down to help him up. "I say, are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah." He pushes himself up. "Just a bit of a shock. Where'd you come from, then?"
"Eastbourne. Well, actually, a small village near Eastbourne. In a parallel universe."
"Oh."
"Yes it.. doesn't really help, does it? Sorry about that." He takes a moment to get his thoughts in order. Ah, that's what the electricity's for. "I'm not here about the marijuana, I really just want to speak to Ms Mercury."
"Who are you?" Rather than trying to explain why I can't say my own name, I take a business card out of subspace and hand it to him. He reads it. "Orange Lantern. Um. Right. Err. This way."
I follow him along a muddy track, towards what appears to be the village centre. The buildings here look slightly older than the others. Well. Twelve years have passed. He leads me up to the door of a longhouse and pushes it open. Since he's a primitive I'll let him off not holding it open for me. "Hey, um, Mercury? There's a bloke here who wants to talk to you."
"I doubt it, Coll. I think I'd know about it if anyone did."
I step forward and push open the door myself. In the dark -of course, it would be rather hard to make glass here- the orange glow from my environmental shield is clearly visible and the sigil on my chestplate stands out even more. Several people are eating lunch around a wooden table. One of them -a short woman with brown hair- looks positively shocked to see me. "No, I really do wish to speak to you, Miss Mercury."
"AAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!"
13:32 GMT
"Other bloke?"
"Yeah, there was…" He winces again. "When it all… When it.. I guess.. sort of… Opened up, inside? There was this horrible-." He curls up, head pressed against the duvet with his arms over his head. "E-eh!"
"Rob?"
"It is…" We turn as Tula opens her eyes and pushes herself up. "It is hard to think about. Just being near the thing.. makes the fear association.. instinctual." She closes her eyes and her tattoos start to glow. "It is almost impossible to resist, but the influence can be.. purged."
Rob looks across at her. "You mind telling me how to do that?"
Her eyes glow as yellow light falls away from her empathic structures. Not entirely -that was clearly a very frightening experience the two of them went through- but the… The 'artificial' excess is slewing off.
"I… I am not sure that I can. The method I am using is a technique I studied after the first time I fought -or rather tried to fight- John Constantine. It was written using thaumaturgical notation that I do not believe you have studied yet."
"Oh."
"Your breath reinforcement technique would probably help a little."
"My what?"
"Ah." Tula looks at me. "What is the word for spirit in English?"
Cease translation. "Spirit." Resume.
She nods. "Spirit."
"Oh, right. Okay." Rob pulls himself into a sitting position with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees. His empathic network starts to intensify as he begins using the power in the Spell Eater to fortify himself. From the looks of things it's slower than what Tula was doing, but it should sort him out in an hour or two.
"Tula, Rob said that there was someone in there already? There weren't any reports of anyone going missing."
She shakes her head. "It looked as though he had been in there for some time. He was almost a.. a part of it."
Beryl thinks for a moment. "Someone from Geotroniks, you think? One of their patients?"
"Could be. One of the psychics, or just someone in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Tula shakes her head. "What is 'Geotroniks'?"
"Beryl, bring them and Kaldur up to speed. I'm going to Scotland. Back in a few minutes."
"Gotcha."
I walk over to the window, brush aside the curtain and open it a little. Ring, northern Scotland... Five miles up. Oh, and go upwards first. I don't want anyone spotting an orange line coming from this room.
Compliance. Course available.
And transition.
I take a moment to look down on the countryside below me. Pretty, but I'm not here to admire the scenery. Ring, analytics.
Available.
I'm looking for a small community -hundreds of orange crosshairs appear in my vision- near either a large body of water or the sea -about three quarters disappear- with few cars or other motor vehicles -about half- practicing subsistence farming -most of the rest, just islands left for the most part- and no churches. Most of the islands go out. Okay, I can check those.
…
I don't suppose one of them has a sign saying 'Pagan Nation' on the front -all but one disappear- gate…
…
Thanks, ring.
Um, right. Armour… Light armour. I don't want to look like some kind of doom robot. Keep my face visible, but this is a professional occasion. I'm not going to use construct armour, but… Environmental shield to medium and Spell Eaters at the ready. Plot a course to directly above the settlement and about… Three hundred metres up?
Compliance. Course available.
Transition.
Looking down, I see small wooden houses with thatched roofs, their chimneys a mixture of brick and stone. Not all completely primitive, though. I see several wind-powered electrical generators -small ones- linked to a wire strung along a series of fence posts. There's a stream powering a water wheel which I'm guessing is used for grinding grains into flour. Short flag-topped poles mark the edge of the cliff. I can see people working on things, but there isn't much that grows well at this time of year and at this latitude. From the looks of things most people are inside.
Right then. Chap there's crouched down doing some weeding, he seems to be as good a person to ask as anyone. I descend through the sky until I'm floating just off the ground behind him. Woollen clothing with more than a little mud on it. I suppose I can see why this life might appeal to some people but I'm sure I'd hate it.
"Excuse me?"
He doesn't look around. "Yeah mate?"
"Would you be so good as to direct me to either Ms Zed or Ms Mercury?"
He pulls out a weed of some kind. "You from the-" He half turns so he can look at me. "-papers or shuckingfhit!" His left hand slips, and without the support of his left arm he falls on his face. "Oof!"
I bend down to help him up. "I say, are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah." He pushes himself up. "Just a bit of a shock. Where'd you come from, then?"
"Eastbourne. Well, actually, a small village near Eastbourne. In a parallel universe."
"Oh."
"Yes it.. doesn't really help, does it? Sorry about that." He takes a moment to get his thoughts in order. Ah, that's what the electricity's for. "I'm not here about the marijuana, I really just want to speak to Ms Mercury."
"Who are you?" Rather than trying to explain why I can't say my own name, I take a business card out of subspace and hand it to him. He reads it. "Orange Lantern. Um. Right. Err. This way."
I follow him along a muddy track, towards what appears to be the village centre. The buildings here look slightly older than the others. Well. Twelve years have passed. He leads me up to the door of a longhouse and pushes it open. Since he's a primitive I'll let him off not holding it open for me. "Hey, um, Mercury? There's a bloke here who wants to talk to you."
"I doubt it, Coll. I think I'd know about it if anyone did."
I step forward and push open the door myself. In the dark -of course, it would be rather hard to make glass here- the orange glow from my environmental shield is clearly visible and the sigil on my chestplate stands out even more. Several people are eating lunch around a wooden table. One of them -a short woman with brown hair- looks positively shocked to see me. "No, I really do wish to speak to you, Miss Mercury."
"AAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!"
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Influence from Grayven? O.O Seems awfully high and mighty of Paul...
Thanatos757
Captain of the Four Knights
Paul isn't that ugly, is he? 
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Since when does Rob know Hamon?
- Location
- madison
So I think she's trying to see him mystically. There are a lot of reasons that would freak her out.
A bit of a snob, are we?
Hilarity.
An eldritch abomination invisible to mage sight shows up on your doorstep.
I can see why she'd freak.
I still wonder if Kaldur and Garth got possessed.
Or programmed.
Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
- Location
- Australia
deadpan29
Strangely Stoic
Or, possibly, after surviving an apocalyptic-traumatic experience a few years back, she was happy living her life without any more major occult or super-person crap, and now this guy shows up.
- Location
- West Michigan
Asking for you by name, no less.
Romantic_Kaiju
Romantic Kaiju
- Location
- National Battlefield
Nope, he means someone that lives a Primitive life style, like that discovery channel show about the homesteaders in Alaska.
Typos:
"Opened", I think?
"near the", I think?
"through"
"a"
"have"
backgroundnoise
Getting Too Old For This...
- Location
- The Shadowlands
Silly wizards, all too often they assume that if they can't see/sense something it isn't there.
- Location
- Wishing I was somewhere much colder, I asssume.
Ha. I'm hoping for a reference to an earlier part of With This Ring in the next few updates.
"You shouldn't just look into someone's soul."
You guys remember Kent Nelson telling Paul that? Because I do, and this seems like it would apply.
"You shouldn't just look into someone's soul."
You guys remember Kent Nelson telling Paul that? Because I do, and this seems like it would apply.
daimahou
Hear... Feel... Think...
- Location
- 「 」
Since his off-screen battle against the vampires.
passed
Lazurman
This is fine.
- Location
- Classified
- Pronouns
- He/Him
*Britishisms Intensify*
Also, to the best of my knowledge, this is the first time Paul's pulled out the "I say!" I'm giggling madly here.
Just because my soul is made of all the greed in the universe doesn't meaN you can yell at me like that!
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
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Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
help a little
has passed
It's always the screaming when someone mage sight's Paul. That or surprise.
She didn't look at his soul. She can't remember? He's scry-warded. She's just so used to being able to sense everyone in their little commune that having someone she had no idea was there talk to her was a shock.
Rossum
Not a Cyberman
- Location
- Earth
"If it's about the lack of a proper soul. I assure you, I didn't sell it or have it eaten or anything. I just come from a dimension where folks don't have them."
"Are you a demon?"
"That's actually kind of racist. We're just as human as anyone else."
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GhostKing 666
Bringing Nightmares to life evey minute
And they have the gall to mock mundane humans when they do the same thing because of the masquerade/ignorance. Hypocrisy thy no know bounds.
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