With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
- Location
- Baton Rouge
residual fears of her
'She and Diana' would be the more correct structure I believe.
this sort of sessions, and I've done dozens.
Mister Zatara, unless I missed something big.
Be any trouble
Nearby presence of an alien
In to fifty meters
Concierge, a young white man
Left it on my last visit
His friend's last location
A duck's foot
There are thousands
Team mates that are still alive
An orange strobe
Behind an ovoid energy shield.
To our memories
I'll finish the rest tomorrow. Didn't have much time to do these today.
Hullevow (part 18)
- Location
- Hampden Park
3rd March
13:39 GMT
"Um..?"
"AAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!" She shoots to her feet, knocking her chair aside as she staggers backwards.
"I'm sorry, should I-"
"Ah!"
"-maybe come back later?"
She seems to get herself together a bit. I'm not seeing fear -well, not much- so I'm not sure exactly why she's screaming. Everyone else is scared now though. Coll has retreated to the side of the room and the others look about ready to leg it.
"I'm sorry?"
"What are you?"
"I'm… You know, it still sounds weird to say this? I'm a superhero. And I want to talk to you about-."
"You don't exist."
"I…" Huh? "I'm sorry, could you just give me a moment?" I poke myself in the chest with my right forefinger. "I suppose that's not.. conclusive. Excuse me madam." I walk over to the table and look at the closest woman sitting there. "Would you mind terribly poking me?"
She hesitates.
"No, really, I want you to poke me. Nothing else will happen."
She pokes me quickly and lightly on my left arm and then jerks back.
I return my attention to Mercury. "See? Real. Now, can I have a word? Or do you want to scream some more?" I think about what I just said for a second. "Not that I want you to scream, you just seem to like screaming."
Mercury has her eyes fixed on me, in the manner of one trying to stare down a Rattlesnake.
Alert! Spell Eater temperature increasing.
Oh! "You can't feel me with magic and that's why you think I don't exist. Right. That makes sense." Ring, bare chest time. My cuirass disappears into subspace and Mercury squints as she tries to make sense of the tattoos. "Reminds me of a story, actually. There were two warrior monks. The elder was a powerful sorcerer and the younger, his apprentice. The younger had a particular gift for prescience, to the point where he neglected his other training because-" I shrug. "-it just wasn't as much use. So there came a day when they were leading their battle brothers into combat. The elder monk split the force with himself in command of half and his apprentice in command of the others. They would fight their way through separate screening forces with the intent of surrounding their enemies and catching them in a crossfire. But… When the fighting started-."
She doesn't quite scowl. "The apprentice used his magic to beat his enemies faster than his teacher and ended up attacking before the other part of the ambush was ready. So they all died."
"You've heard it before! But no. They had radios. They took some losses, then pulled back and called for help. His teacher had his part of the force double time it, and they were still able to pull off a victory."
"What do those tattoos do?"
"Lots of things." I make a circling motion with both hands, indicating the room. "And I'd be happy to discuss it, but would you mind telling everyone they can calm down first?"
"Why don't I know anything about you?"
"Epic strength scry ward and a pendant-" I take hold of it with my right hand. "-that eats magic energy. Which means that all your magic senses don't work." I pause. "Also, I come from a parallel universe with no magic."
She pulls a face.
Time for juvenility. I point my right forefinger at her. "Hur hur."
"How do you know who I am?"
"John Constan-" She's already nodding and doing the 'of course' dance. "-tine. Can I put my clothes back on now?"
"Yes, fine." She walks past me towards the door. "This way."
I re-armour myself then follow her out of the building, where it looks like her shout of alarm attracted quite a few other tribespeople. They look to her for reassurance but she just ignores them in favour of getting to somewhere where there aren't people. She leads the way out of the village proper and over towards the cliffs.
"Last time I saw John, he ran off to chase after his imaginary friend. With the help of a few hallucinogenic mushrooms. What does he want now?"
"Geotroniks." Her head whips around. "Whatever else happened in the aftermath, the 'Terror Thing'? Survived. We've tracked it down and… We were going to bind it permanently. But it turns out that there's a man inside. Would you know anything about that?"
"Siskin. He was one of the psychics they used to create it. He got trapped and couldn't get out again."
"Do you know his first name?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"It's my job to get the poor bastard out of there. Any information I can get helps with that."
She looks back out to sea. "Michael. He worked for the Ministry of Health."
Ring?
Accessing personnel records.
Bother. "He's listed as 'deceased'. They kept his body on life support for a couple of years, then had the machines turned off and cremated it."
"Plenty more died than just him."
"Yes, but I might still be able to help him. Okay, can you describe-?"
"Can it get out?"
"What, the Terror Thing? No, the ley lines never got fixed after most of the standing stones got spiked. It's stuck in a place called Minions, in Cornwall."
"Ley lines are artificial. Ancient male druids used them to force natural energy into straight lines. Geomantic power flows perfectly well on its own. That stone circle is holding it where it is, but if it gets damaged the Terror Thing will get out just as well as if the other stone circles got repaired."
I nod. "Worth knowing, thank you."
"You won't be able to do it."
"Says you."
"I saw him when he was in there. He was all… Merged into it. He wasn't a separate person anymore twelve years ago. I doubt there's anything left of the real him now. The Thing is probably just pretending to try and get you to help it."
"Thinking like that is why you're living in a primitivist commune rather than doing anything useful with your life."
She turns on me. "This is how people are supposed to live. Working together, knowing each other. In balance with the Earth."
"Yeah. I cleansed the sea of Human refuse. I refroze the North Pole. You did some gardening and smoked some weed." I shake my head. "I'll let you know how it goes. Ring, transition."
13:39 GMT
"Um..?"
"AAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!" She shoots to her feet, knocking her chair aside as she staggers backwards.
"I'm sorry, should I-"
"Ah!"
"-maybe come back later?"
She seems to get herself together a bit. I'm not seeing fear -well, not much- so I'm not sure exactly why she's screaming. Everyone else is scared now though. Coll has retreated to the side of the room and the others look about ready to leg it.
"I'm sorry?"
"What are you?"
"I'm… You know, it still sounds weird to say this? I'm a superhero. And I want to talk to you about-."
"You don't exist."
"I…" Huh? "I'm sorry, could you just give me a moment?" I poke myself in the chest with my right forefinger. "I suppose that's not.. conclusive. Excuse me madam." I walk over to the table and look at the closest woman sitting there. "Would you mind terribly poking me?"
She hesitates.
"No, really, I want you to poke me. Nothing else will happen."
She pokes me quickly and lightly on my left arm and then jerks back.
I return my attention to Mercury. "See? Real. Now, can I have a word? Or do you want to scream some more?" I think about what I just said for a second. "Not that I want you to scream, you just seem to like screaming."
Mercury has her eyes fixed on me, in the manner of one trying to stare down a Rattlesnake.
Alert! Spell Eater temperature increasing.
Oh! "You can't feel me with magic and that's why you think I don't exist. Right. That makes sense." Ring, bare chest time. My cuirass disappears into subspace and Mercury squints as she tries to make sense of the tattoos. "Reminds me of a story, actually. There were two warrior monks. The elder was a powerful sorcerer and the younger, his apprentice. The younger had a particular gift for prescience, to the point where he neglected his other training because-" I shrug. "-it just wasn't as much use. So there came a day when they were leading their battle brothers into combat. The elder monk split the force with himself in command of half and his apprentice in command of the others. They would fight their way through separate screening forces with the intent of surrounding their enemies and catching them in a crossfire. But… When the fighting started-."
She doesn't quite scowl. "The apprentice used his magic to beat his enemies faster than his teacher and ended up attacking before the other part of the ambush was ready. So they all died."
"You've heard it before! But no. They had radios. They took some losses, then pulled back and called for help. His teacher had his part of the force double time it, and they were still able to pull off a victory."
"What do those tattoos do?"
"Lots of things." I make a circling motion with both hands, indicating the room. "And I'd be happy to discuss it, but would you mind telling everyone they can calm down first?"
"Why don't I know anything about you?"
"Epic strength scry ward and a pendant-" I take hold of it with my right hand. "-that eats magic energy. Which means that all your magic senses don't work." I pause. "Also, I come from a parallel universe with no magic."
She pulls a face.
Time for juvenility. I point my right forefinger at her. "Hur hur."
"How do you know who I am?"
"John Constan-" She's already nodding and doing the 'of course' dance. "-tine. Can I put my clothes back on now?"
"Yes, fine." She walks past me towards the door. "This way."
I re-armour myself then follow her out of the building, where it looks like her shout of alarm attracted quite a few other tribespeople. They look to her for reassurance but she just ignores them in favour of getting to somewhere where there aren't people. She leads the way out of the village proper and over towards the cliffs.
"Last time I saw John, he ran off to chase after his imaginary friend. With the help of a few hallucinogenic mushrooms. What does he want now?"
"Geotroniks." Her head whips around. "Whatever else happened in the aftermath, the 'Terror Thing'? Survived. We've tracked it down and… We were going to bind it permanently. But it turns out that there's a man inside. Would you know anything about that?"
"Siskin. He was one of the psychics they used to create it. He got trapped and couldn't get out again."
"Do you know his first name?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"It's my job to get the poor bastard out of there. Any information I can get helps with that."
She looks back out to sea. "Michael. He worked for the Ministry of Health."
Ring?
Accessing personnel records.
Bother. "He's listed as 'deceased'. They kept his body on life support for a couple of years, then had the machines turned off and cremated it."
"Plenty more died than just him."
"Yes, but I might still be able to help him. Okay, can you describe-?"
"Can it get out?"
"What, the Terror Thing? No, the ley lines never got fixed after most of the standing stones got spiked. It's stuck in a place called Minions, in Cornwall."
"Ley lines are artificial. Ancient male druids used them to force natural energy into straight lines. Geomantic power flows perfectly well on its own. That stone circle is holding it where it is, but if it gets damaged the Terror Thing will get out just as well as if the other stone circles got repaired."
I nod. "Worth knowing, thank you."
"You won't be able to do it."
"Says you."
"I saw him when he was in there. He was all… Merged into it. He wasn't a separate person anymore twelve years ago. I doubt there's anything left of the real him now. The Thing is probably just pretending to try and get you to help it."
"Thinking like that is why you're living in a primitivist commune rather than doing anything useful with your life."
She turns on me. "This is how people are supposed to live. Working together, knowing each other. In balance with the Earth."
"Yeah. I cleansed the sea of Human refuse. I refroze the North Pole. You did some gardening and smoked some weed." I shake my head. "I'll let you know how it goes. Ring, transition."
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- Location
- Hampden Park
That episode switches between the day of the training exercise and the day before.
Angle
Release Candidate Enby
- Location
- Colorado, USA
- Pronouns
- They/Them/Theirs/Comrade
Gh055twr1t3r
Idle Prophet
- Location
- United States
Anyone wanna call the paramedics because that burn was sick!
Edit: And I got ninja'd
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
- Location
- A Valid Location
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Don't forget clearing all the junk out of orbit, rescuing a dryad from a demonic portal spell, and indirectly causing Pamela Isley to be cut off from The Green.
Cornuthaum
Be kind to each other.
- Location
- Austria
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Theoretically, if everyone went back to anarcho-primitivist communes doing subsistence farming, light gardening and smoking weed and nothing else, there would be no need to clean the sea of human refuse, refreeze the north pole or sweep debris from orbit.
Of course that means giving up all the fun things in life so it's a bit of a hard sell
notanautomaton
I've got 99 quests, I've finished one
And getting a personal 'good job' from Gaia. Has Gaia ever told her good job? No? Maybe if she smokes some more weed.
Silveraith
Argent Phantasm
- Location
- Terra Atlantus
notanautomaton
I've got 99 quests, I've finished one
Actually, living in densly packed cities is better for the environment than subsistence farming. When you're in a densly packed city, you're doing a lot of damage to the area around the city, and less damage to areas far away from it. If you're subsistence farming, all those people are cutting down forrests, or being forced to move out of deserts and into areas where they can farm, which results in more deforestation, and the ecological impact getting spread everywhere.Theoretically, if everyone went back to anarcho-primitivist communes doing subsistence farming, light gardening and smoking weed and nothing else, there would be no need to clean the sea of human refuse, refreeze the north pole or sweep debris from orbit.
Of course that means giving up all the fun things in life so it's a bit of a hard sell
Cornuthaum
Be kind to each other.
- Location
- Austria
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Cities need to be fed, mate. And spreading out laterally to do farming to feed the cities, rather than going full vertical farming, is so much cheaper that they'd just end up doing that.
And anyways, all those anarcho-primitivist communes just don't want to admit that the only way to get their charming littlei deas about how to run the world to work would be to kill off humanity until there's about 1.5 to 2 billion left, spread out over the world instead of concentrated.
The really massive environmental damage is a product of the industrial era and onwards.
Of course, the same era is also responsible for what I consider all the good things in life so the anarcho-primitivists can suck it
GhostKing 666
Bringing Nightmares to life evey minute
Typos:
"it"
"on"
"then", "the", "tribespeople"
"it"
- Location
- Oblivion
I vote he purchases the land next to theirs installs giant speakers and starts blaring the unabridged history of the universe from his Green Rings database at them 24/7.
Angle
Release Candidate Enby
- Location
- Colorado, USA
- Pronouns
- They/Them/Theirs/Comrade
Don't feel bad. A burn like that fully deserves to be commented on by four people.
Edit: In retrospect, this feels a bit more dickish than I had intended. My apologies.
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I vote that he continues to not be a complete arsehole.
Rem
fite me
Huh. Why male druids, I wonder?
Oh please. 99% of the population don't do anything meaningful with their lives. (Myself included, of course.)
Meh, there's reasonable evidence for an afterlife in the universe. The guy who Frankensteined you a soul pulled a reverse It's-a-Wonderful-Life on Gabriel for heaven's sake.
- Location
- Wishing I was somewhere much colder, I asssume.
Wow, that was brutal. At least by Paul's standards.
I think he's more polite to Klarion and Nabu.
I think he's more polite to Klarion and Nabu.
Angle
Release Candidate Enby
- Location
- Colorado, USA
- Pronouns
- They/Them/Theirs/Comrade
To be fair, he feels hatred for them, not contempt.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
it just wasn't
then follow
looks like her shout of
had them turn it off and cremate him.
holding it where
just pretending to try
She's pretty sceptical of his chances, no?
- Location
- Hampden Park
Thank you, corrected.
- Status