Martian god of Death, also named dropped in the thing that J'onn's brother did to kill all the Martians in the mainline comics.
Occasionally, an aspect of Death of the Endless.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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Martian god of Death, also named dropped in the thing that J'onn's brother did to kill all the Martians in the mainline comics.
Occasionally, an aspect of Death of the Endless.
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Yeah, I got that and respect it, but I figured I'd imitate the Navy doing submarine recruitment and hit the "money money money" drum at least once, because early access edited or not would be pretty awesome.
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- Somewhere out there
They recruit submarines? I always thought they were commissioned!
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- 'Murica
Besides, that would only have to be a problem for, what, a day or so? Before he added another chapter to his backlog and restored his preferred buffer. Hell, he could do that before the shift over a weekend or two and not have to worry at all.
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The part you're overlooking is that sometimes people comment on things from a chapter that prompt him to edit the next day's chapter. The size of the buffer has nothing to do with it. It's all about not committing to actually putting it out until you're sure it says what you want it to say.
ThrawnCA
Carbon-based biped
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- Australia
Though in theory, this could be turned to advantage. If you set a moderately high threshold for early access, then it would be limited to a relatively small number of people, all of whom are quite invested and familiar with the story, and you could get early proofreading etc.
wizh my brozher
Did you see his face?!
All the rest of the chapter is in past tense, but this paragraph is present tense.
I thought
stand beside me
look forward to
While merged, Paulphidian claimed that an Embodiment was far more powerful than an Elemental. Is he just simplifying for Melinoë's benefit, or is the Ophidian a jumped-up Elemental with delusions of grandeur?
I take out a dossier
an ill omen
"hand on her hip" or "hands on her hips"
wasn't the deciding criterion
Think about it:
after her
Party?
took it apart
another automaton
Ted is USAlian, right? So he'd be "practicing".
stare her seriously
Mr Zoat
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As Queshire mentioned earlier, the typical term for that is theurgist, though of course you're free to have the Atlanteans use entirely different terminology than Earth-prime traditions. Still, you'd think the ring would translate properly...
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Thank you, corrected.
Simplifying.
Thank you, corrected.
I can't edit these.
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Even without the bleed conservation doesn't hold because of the Quantum Field.
The quantum field is quantum mechanics on the macro level. Something not observed doesn't exist, the cat is dead and alive, etc.
So when Captain Atom absorbs energy into the quantum field, it ceases to exist. When Captain Atom summons the energy to fly or fire energy blasts, the energy is made ex nihilo.
At the height of his powers he made his own Earth complete with people, even his own Spectre.
If his origin is a dilustel ship, then the Maltusians have competition for most technically advanced race. If his origin comes from the cigar angel Silver Shield being skinned alive, then yes DC has aliens more impressive than the ones shown so far in this story.
And how does this story show that WW being Zeus's daughter is stupid?
Don't get me wrong I don't like the change either, but I fail to see what this story has to do with it.
Pizza
Everybody's just people.
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You'd think elementalists would get a reputation boost. OL has a very big elemental doing him a service right now in the orange central power battery, indefinitely.
And calling up his magical friends to figure things out and do the work for him is sort of what this snippet was all about.
And calling up his magical friends to figure things out and do the work for him is sort of what this snippet was all about.
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If I understand here correctly, elementalists don't deal with elementals, but elements.
Dealing with elementals would be theurgy or shamanism.
TheLastOne
Person of impeccable tastes (for destruction)
No, that's what Zoat is calling elementalism here. It's more then a bit confusing, but I just write it off to a weird ring translation issue, since Paul sees gods as 'jumped up elementals.'
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- Somewhere out there
You still haven't taken the time to recover the password?
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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- Baton Rouge
To prevent this type of problem in the future, you and everyone else should be using a password manager, such as KeePass. Unless you have an incredibly good memory, it's much safer and more convenient to keep all your passwords behind a single extremely strong password rather than try to remember a bunch of weaker ones.
I can't claim to be perfect in this regard either, but I've been putting in any account information as I create or log into accounts. It's saved me a few times already.
shepsquared
Erratic Aussie
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I wonder what he calls the magic of Kaldur, Garth, Tula (though Garth does summon the spirit of the Tempest. Maybe combat magic has more elementalism to it than most Atlantean sorcery?) and other battlemages - Evocation? Invocation?
TheLastOne
Person of impeccable tastes (for destruction)
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It's the problem you run into when you try and get a little to cute.
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By D&D terms it is very much Evocation.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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He may just be using the term wrong. Atlanteans, and especially these Atlanteans, are likely to have more precise terminology than Cornwall would. Cornwall was likely talking about controlling the classical elements like water and air, while the term used here seems to refer to calling upon power from an elemental.
Actually it was OL using the term.
And I'd expect him to know the topic reasonably well given how much of a pet peeve it is
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If Zoat is using anything from their actual canon selves- Albion.
Whether that is like the genius loci of the British isles or a national zeitgeist, is unclear.
My personal theory is that the Cornwalls are the DC contingent of the Captain Britain Corps.
hance1986
The One Above All.
should be ' stripe '
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Converse (part 15)
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- Hampden Park
15th September
08:11 GMT -5
Ted blinks, then takes another look around the room. "Ah..?"
I hold up my hands. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."
He shakes his head, small back and forth gestures as his mouth tries to form coherent sentences. "W..? Who..?"
"Apparently, this is what happens when you give a fascinating problem to the greatest magical minds in Atlantis when they're drunk and feeling competitive."
Ted looks around again, but this time he's actually focusing on individual people and artefacts. "You kept them away from the welding torches, right?"
I shake my head. "They didn't know what those were. Most of them don't know surface world equipment. They just-" Ted crouches down and picks up a complicated helical object made of at least five different metals. "-either had the arcanists weld them with magic or did some sort of.. property altering thing to make them a single object."
"Graaakhakhakahak."
The company's sole (hah!) sharkman snore-splutters and then rolls off the workbench he'd been using as a bed, hitting the floor with considerable force. He doesn't wake.
"Greatest.. minds in Atlantis, huh? How much did they-? Wait. Sharks don't snore." He steps over both a sixty year old Professor of Pure Thaumaturgy and her wineskin in order to take a closer look. "How is he snoring?"
"Ted, don't… Stick your head in the Shark's mouth. His name's Da'huk, and he's a biomancer. He decided that it would be easier to turn himself into an air breather than use a water manipulation charm."
"He gave himself-?"
"A-akk-akk-kak-snrk."
Da'huk snore-gulps, giving Ted an excellent view of his dentistry. Ted backs up. "Has he considered a career in surface world medicine? Because-?"
"Why do you think I encouraged them?" I wave my right arm at the rest. "Sephtian's been publishing a lot, lately. And it seems that they think that the surface world presents them with a massive opportunity. Since there's all sorts of fascinating magic stuff up here and no one local who knows what to do with it. So-."
His phone is already out. "Calling my Human Resources manager!"
"Okay, but I kind of need them for a little while first."
He shrugs. "You're already using my labs. Is it something we can bothMaria!" He turns away from me. "I-. Yeah, but-. More of an opportunity. How hard would it be to get green cards for about-" He does another quick look around. "Twenty-."
"Forty."
"Forty Atlanteans? No, no, researchers. The market for product development-. Ah… No? But-." He winces slightly, bowing his head. "Power generation? The medical-? Yeah, I can-." He looks around again. "Maybe… Need to… Get some coffee in them…" He pulls the phone away from his mouth. "Can Atlanteans drink coffee?"
"Mostly. Where do you think I sent the rest?"
"The staff cafeteria?" I nod. "Huh. Okay." He lifts the phone up again. "And you'll need to call the ambassad-. … Ah, yeah, I-." He winces and holds the phone away from his ear for a moment. "O-. O-. Ok-." He bows his head again. "Okay. You're right, I'm sorry. But when you do-." He winces again, then lowers the phone. "They're available for hire, right? I didn't just wake my Human Resources manager up on her day off for nothing, 'cause she's kinda pissed with me now and I don't wanna have to tell her that I was wasting her time."
"I only met these people yesterday. I think they're relatively free agents, but you should probably check with… The sober ones."
"Okay." He holsters his phone and leads the way out of the laboratory in the direction of the cafeteria. "What were you guys working on, anyway?"
"Justice League needs a new magic user, I'm trying to turn a Demon into an Angel so they've got someone who can beat Satanus."
"Is that possible?"
"That's what we were trying to work out. Though I think… Some people might have gotten slightly off track."
"'Off track' like 'dangerous mad science off track', or just distracted? Because psychotic invisible monkeys aside, we've actually had a pretty good safety record here."
"Couldn't really follow it. But they were mostly doing theories and working models and Atlantean magic professionals know not to have anything to do with Demons." He glances back, apparently not much reassured. "If anything was going to explode then it would have already exploded."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. And if I'd been invited, I-" He pulls open the cafeteria doors. "-would pro.. bab.. ly…"
We both look at the wall of water covering the entrance. I recognise the slight sheen indicating that it's being held in place by Atlantean magics. Inside, the other half of the Atlantean brain trust are talking in low tones, with those who are actually eating occupying a small circle of seats around the counter where they've left an air pocket.
"Huh."
"Though this is something your Human Resources manager should probably plan for."
"Yeah, for the disciplinary process." He stands as close to the water as he can. "Hey! Other people have to use this place too, you know!"
Most of the Atlanteans wince, and Sephtian waves his right hand at the huddle of three arcanists. Their tattoos glow, and the water peels away from the entrance and goes… Not sure. Not anywhere in the room, at least. Sephtian then makes his way towards the dry section and Ted strides on to meet him.
"Good morning, Sephtian!"
Sephtian sticks his head through the divide between the flooded and dry sections of the room. "Ted. I understand that we weren't… Expected. And I.. thank you for your forbearance."
"Did you build anything dangerous?"
"No. No. Uum. Not.. that I remember." He blinks. "In the short term."
"Okay. That's what I need to know. How about we talk about what your people have been working on over breakfast?" Sephtian nods, and pulls himself out of the water side of the room with visible reluctance. "You joining us, Paul?"
"No, I'm happy to pass this over to you. I've got another… Appointment to get to. I'll come back this afternoon with the… Volunteer?"
Sephtian nods while Ted looks curious. "Really? A room full of groundbreaking magic research and you need to be someplace else?"
"I want to visit Zatanna before she needs to be at school. And check up on her father as well."
Ted frowns for a moment. "Oh yeah. Wasn't he on.. some kind of leave of absence? I'd have thought it'd be easier getting him to come back rather than getting a team of Atlanteans to work out how to turn a Demon into an Angel."
No League announcement to the contrary, then? I suppose I'm not surprised. "It might be. I'll know for certain when I see him."
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Ted blinks, then takes another look around the room. "Ah..?"
I hold up my hands. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."
He shakes his head, small back and forth gestures as his mouth tries to form coherent sentences. "W..? Who..?"
"Apparently, this is what happens when you give a fascinating problem to the greatest magical minds in Atlantis when they're drunk and feeling competitive."
Ted looks around again, but this time he's actually focusing on individual people and artefacts. "You kept them away from the welding torches, right?"
I shake my head. "They didn't know what those were. Most of them don't know surface world equipment. They just-" Ted crouches down and picks up a complicated helical object made of at least five different metals. "-either had the arcanists weld them with magic or did some sort of.. property altering thing to make them a single object."
"Graaakhakhakahak."
The company's sole (hah!) sharkman snore-splutters and then rolls off the workbench he'd been using as a bed, hitting the floor with considerable force. He doesn't wake.
"Greatest.. minds in Atlantis, huh? How much did they-? Wait. Sharks don't snore." He steps over both a sixty year old Professor of Pure Thaumaturgy and her wineskin in order to take a closer look. "How is he snoring?"
"Ted, don't… Stick your head in the Shark's mouth. His name's Da'huk, and he's a biomancer. He decided that it would be easier to turn himself into an air breather than use a water manipulation charm."
"He gave himself-?"
"A-akk-akk-kak-snrk."
Da'huk snore-gulps, giving Ted an excellent view of his dentistry. Ted backs up. "Has he considered a career in surface world medicine? Because-?"
"Why do you think I encouraged them?" I wave my right arm at the rest. "Sephtian's been publishing a lot, lately. And it seems that they think that the surface world presents them with a massive opportunity. Since there's all sorts of fascinating magic stuff up here and no one local who knows what to do with it. So-."
His phone is already out. "Calling my Human Resources manager!"
"Okay, but I kind of need them for a little while first."
He shrugs. "You're already using my labs. Is it something we can bothMaria!" He turns away from me. "I-. Yeah, but-. More of an opportunity. How hard would it be to get green cards for about-" He does another quick look around. "Twenty-."
"Forty."
"Forty Atlanteans? No, no, researchers. The market for product development-. Ah… No? But-." He winces slightly, bowing his head. "Power generation? The medical-? Yeah, I can-." He looks around again. "Maybe… Need to… Get some coffee in them…" He pulls the phone away from his mouth. "Can Atlanteans drink coffee?"
"Mostly. Where do you think I sent the rest?"
"The staff cafeteria?" I nod. "Huh. Okay." He lifts the phone up again. "And you'll need to call the ambassad-. … Ah, yeah, I-." He winces and holds the phone away from his ear for a moment. "O-. O-. Ok-." He bows his head again. "Okay. You're right, I'm sorry. But when you do-." He winces again, then lowers the phone. "They're available for hire, right? I didn't just wake my Human Resources manager up on her day off for nothing, 'cause she's kinda pissed with me now and I don't wanna have to tell her that I was wasting her time."
"I only met these people yesterday. I think they're relatively free agents, but you should probably check with… The sober ones."
"Okay." He holsters his phone and leads the way out of the laboratory in the direction of the cafeteria. "What were you guys working on, anyway?"
"Justice League needs a new magic user, I'm trying to turn a Demon into an Angel so they've got someone who can beat Satanus."
"Is that possible?"
"That's what we were trying to work out. Though I think… Some people might have gotten slightly off track."
"'Off track' like 'dangerous mad science off track', or just distracted? Because psychotic invisible monkeys aside, we've actually had a pretty good safety record here."
"Couldn't really follow it. But they were mostly doing theories and working models and Atlantean magic professionals know not to have anything to do with Demons." He glances back, apparently not much reassured. "If anything was going to explode then it would have already exploded."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. And if I'd been invited, I-" He pulls open the cafeteria doors. "-would pro.. bab.. ly…"
We both look at the wall of water covering the entrance. I recognise the slight sheen indicating that it's being held in place by Atlantean magics. Inside, the other half of the Atlantean brain trust are talking in low tones, with those who are actually eating occupying a small circle of seats around the counter where they've left an air pocket.
"Huh."
"Though this is something your Human Resources manager should probably plan for."
"Yeah, for the disciplinary process." He stands as close to the water as he can. "Hey! Other people have to use this place too, you know!"
Most of the Atlanteans wince, and Sephtian waves his right hand at the huddle of three arcanists. Their tattoos glow, and the water peels away from the entrance and goes… Not sure. Not anywhere in the room, at least. Sephtian then makes his way towards the dry section and Ted strides on to meet him.
"Good morning, Sephtian!"
Sephtian sticks his head through the divide between the flooded and dry sections of the room. "Ted. I understand that we weren't… Expected. And I.. thank you for your forbearance."
"Did you build anything dangerous?"
"No. No. Uum. Not.. that I remember." He blinks. "In the short term."
"Okay. That's what I need to know. How about we talk about what your people have been working on over breakfast?" Sephtian nods, and pulls himself out of the water side of the room with visible reluctance. "You joining us, Paul?"
"No, I'm happy to pass this over to you. I've got another… Appointment to get to. I'll come back this afternoon with the… Volunteer?"
Sephtian nods while Ted looks curious. "Really? A room full of groundbreaking magic research and you need to be someplace else?"
"I want to visit Zatanna before she needs to be at school. And check up on her father as well."
Ted frowns for a moment. "Oh yeah. Wasn't he on.. some kind of leave of absence? I'd have thought it'd be easier getting him to come back rather than getting a team of Atlanteans to work out how to turn a Demon into an Angel."
No League announcement to the contrary, then? I suppose I'm not surprised. "It might be. I'll know for certain when I see him."
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