Queshire
Wants a pink flamingo for their lawn.
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Well now, the question is if that's a problem from their violet light usage or just a problem with them.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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Well now, the question is if that's a problem from their violet light usage or just a problem with them.
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
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- In transition
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I mean, I hate to sound like I'm defending them, but the two people I'm aware of who they tried to do that to were intergalactic terrorists hopped up on fear, so it's not like they're kidnapping random people and brainwashing them.
Also, "mindless"? They're not making zombies here, they're forcibly aligning people's priorities to see love as the be-all end-all of everything. If you're going to accuse the Zamarons of horrible atrocities, at least get the atrocities right.
- Location
- Bay Area
Yes, Church Latin drifted a long way from Roman Latin. We have a good idea of each.
^This is correct. Particularly, small populations preserve old linguistic features; American English didn't drift meaningfully from first colonization to 1800, while the much more populous UK English did. The colonials still speak more like Shakespeare than the Queen does. (And the very most are the North Carolina outer banks communities, which were double-isolated.)
One of the best sources we have is graffiti, actually. Graffiti was written by people who were literate but, generally, only just literate. Their misspellings and grammar mistakes tell us a lot about how things were spoken.
Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
When was that? I think you might have said at some point, but if so I've forgotten.
- Location
- Argentina
Former military, he was basically reduced to slave labor due to a mistake he made and got his name taken away from him. Desperate looking for a new purpose in life and freedom, later regrets the mistakes he made...
He could join the Grayven Corps, or get "Grayven therapy" or something.
Oh and get rid of that white thing on his shoulder.
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- Hampden Park
I'm afraid that you're misremembering his back story. Don't worry, there will be an in-story recap.
About three thousand years ago.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
- Location
- Baton Rouge
"He had a long and crime filled life up until he met the SI. The end."
Chaoswind
Lord of nonsense
- Location
- Latin America
So when was their isolation in force?
Because depending on your answer there is a hole in the timeline.
Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
Rather different from Church Latin, then, but pretty useful archaeologically, and might be good for some ancient spell-scrolls if you decide to go there.
shepsquared
Erratic Aussie
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- Melbourne, Australia
Before Hercules.
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- Hampden Park
The Old City was conquered by Herakles, as much of the population as could fled to the coast (with a little divine assistance) and ended up on the island of Themyscira. They continued to have sporadic contact with the mainland for another thousand years or so.
Chaoswind
Lord of nonsense
- Location
- Latin America
That isn't a long window of time to interact with the Roman empire, but i think it does past muster in regards to interacting with OLD Roman Latin.
Still doesn't explain why the Amazons would use Latin after they cut contact with the rest of the world...
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HanEmpire
Delicious
Didn't the Amazons continue dealing with outsiders after the Romans conquered Greece?
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Intelligence gatherers on the mainland learned it, and taught others.
And presumably at some point about 2000 years in everyone decided to learn every skill available they didn't already know, because they were that bored. So maybe every Amazon knows some Latin by now.
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- Argentina
I am not miss remembering it just quoting the Wiki.
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- Alabama
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Maxwell Lord might be a good choice for Grayven's new light. Brings most if not all of Lex Luthor's benefits, and is a decently moral man if you can deal with the computer in him. And Grayven's can deal with the computer pretty well.
Dr. Sivana would be great if at all possible, but I'm not sure how Grayven would convince him his interests are served better as part of a group.
The Radiant is necessary. Living on Earth and having the Anti-Life Equation in him means the Spectre will come after him soon enough. Only way to prevent that is to recruit the Radiant to try and heal/save his soul.
Dr. Sivana would be great if at all possible, but I'm not sure how Grayven would convince him his interests are served better as part of a group.
The Radiant is necessary. Living on Earth and having the Anti-Life Equation in him means the Spectre will come after him soon enough. Only way to prevent that is to recruit the Radiant to try and heal/save his soul.
shepsquared
Erratic Aussie
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- Melbourne, Australia
You mean the well meaning but semi-incompetent businessman that helped the JSI or the obnoxiously powerful telepath supervillain who would have been part of the light if he existed, especially since Ted Kord dies between seasons in canon.
- Location
- Argentina
Maxwell Lord is just too dangerous. He doesn't have any talent Grayven doesn't already have. World strongest telepath? That's his daughter. Worst best combat telepath and telekinetic? He hired him and his sister. A long term plan that will work? Grayven has it.
If anything Lord must be pissing his pants and hidding from a neo New God with anti-life that could turn his mind into Coconut is she is feeling merciful. She was a reality warper before becoming a New God, now her own powers won't kill her.
Yes Lord is screwed.
If anything Lord must be pissing his pants and hidding from a neo New God with anti-life that could turn his mind into Coconut is she is feeling merciful. She was a reality warper before becoming a New God, now her own powers won't kill her.
Yes Lord is screwed.
The Bushranger
In the Danger Zone
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- TSAB Asura
You're assuming this is Unexplainedly Sudden Supervillian Max.
Which is Not Necessarily on Earth-16.
Converse (part 18)
- Location
- Hampden Park
15th September
08:38 GMT -5
Mister Queen leaps from the roof of a collapsing building, loosing his arrows while in the air. Konvikt uses what's left of a Bradley IFV to block the shots, quick hardening gel coating the side of the wreck even as it leaves his hands on course to intercept Mister Queen at his landing zone.
"Ah, cra-"
Mister Freeman's there to catch the Bradley, Mister Queen rolling out of the way and sprinting for cover as Konvikt takes advantage of Mister Freeman's Bradley-obscured vision to leap, smashing into the vehicle from the opposite side and dragging it and Mister Freeman down to the wrecked street where they land in an explosion of concrete.
I really wish I'd finished reading Trinity.
A red blur rushes past them, blowing the billowing dust clouds aside. I can see the crowd forming at the edge of the town as Mister Allen deposits the civilians whose town is being torn apart by the conflict and-.
A pair of Apache helicopters fly under me, keeping low and then opening fire on Konvikt with a volley of hellfire missiles the moment they get a clear shot. Konvikt pauses in punching Mister Freeman in the face just long enough to toss a wrecked car in their path, then dodges to the side. One missile hits his left leg anyway, the detonation knocking him over. He simply rolls into a tumble and then continues dashing towards the helicopters, who try to rise and back off. Two other missiles fly past him and slam through the wall of what had been a reasonably intact structure before detonating, chunks of debris flying through the exterior window holes as they do so. I'm just glad that hellfire missiles aren't incendiaries, because-.
The fourth missile hits the dazed Mister Freeman in the chest and detonates. He is sent flying into a wrecked building hard enough to smash through brick walls, and there's blood on his chest.
Konvikt leaps for the helicopters only to be knocked from the air by a shot from Major Adams. He recovers none the worse for wear, climbing the building he was smashed into as artillery shells from a trio of US Army Paladins finish off its neighbour. What kind of lunatic is trying to use unguided artillery on someone that tough?
Mister O'Brian telescopes up from the far side of the building as Konvikt grabs chunks of roof to throw at Major Adams, wrapping himself around the hulking alien. Who ignores him for long enough to bean Major Adams, then grabs his head in his right hand and slams it flat with his left. That's not fatal, but it's clearly left Mister O'Brian stunned.
Ring, is there enough left of the recordings for us to work out how this mess got started?
Multiple series of images taken from security cameras and mobile phones appear in my mind. Arranged by timestamps and attempting to fill in the rest with observed data…
Konvikt's crashed mini-ship landed over there. Broken trees and huge footprints mark his path from there to the nearest road. It was early morning, but there was still some traffic. One crashed car, but it neither appears to have hit him or been hit by him and no one was seriously hurt. That's where the first pictures come from. He then walked at a relatively slow pace into Thayer's Notch. People run, but there's no evidence that he started actually attacking anyone. No further car crashes; it was still early morning and low urban speed limit meant that cars had plenty of time to stop and back the heck away. Phone calls to the police increased substantially at this point… And someone phoned the Fort Devens US Army base.
Where General Hardcastle is presently stationed.
I thought Kal-El was joking, but this mess has his signature all over it. He's wanted the US Army to get responsibility for dealing with high-end supervillain rampages for years. Fort security cameras show military vehicles already rolling as the local police formed a barricade with a couple of cars. Thayer's Notch is too small for its own SWAT team, but from the recordings I got from what's left of their dashboard cameras they'd tooled up somewhat. Konvikt approached the police line in clear violation of instructions to stop in a language he almost certainly doesn't understand… And then the banging starts and I don't have good footage.
Gaaaaaaaah!
Mister Hol ducks under a swing, but takes a knee to his chest.
You'd think a world where this sort of thing could happen-
Konvikt winces at Ms Lance's scream, but closes the distance between them and she's forced to dodge as he swings at her. A glancing blow, and a red blur moves her out of the area before his second swing can crush her.
-would have better processes. Just hope he doesn't have construct disruption.
I step out and then reappear just behind him. His desires are almost exactly as I was expecting: the need to lash out at his oppressors and the burning rage at his mistreatment. I tag him with a filament before he can turn and transition us to a small clearing in the woods near to where he first landed.
My armour returns to subspace, my construct armour fades and I sit cross legged on the grass as he takes a step away from me, searching for his enemies. Two steps before he turns around to look at me, and I take a thermos flask of tea out of subspace along with two-.
There's a fist in front of my face.
I blink at his fingers, then tilt my head to the side so that I can see around them. "May I offer you some tea?" Konvikt's eyes narrow slightly as he pulls his arm back. "I'm afraid that my people don't really have a formal guest ritual, but I hope-" The fist comes around again, but the thing about these 'honourable warrior' types is that while they're perfectly happy ripping apart anyone who fights back -regardless of whether they were actually a threat or not- hitting non-combatants is still a major no-no. "-that you'll accept this in its place." Ragnar's exactly the same. If any of the people he fought for rings had turned down his challenges he'd have torn himself apart resisting the orange light drive to recharge himself. He really would have made a good Green Lantern.
I smile. "Tea?"
He looks down at the flask as I pour the liquid into both mugs.
"I quite understand that you're not feeling particularly trusting at the moment, so perhaps if I take a drink first?"
And in the spirit of honesty I don't simply use my ring to alter the taste. No, I take an honest mouthful of leaf water instead. And I swallow.
"It's honestly not as bad as I'm-"
"This is pointless." Konvikt starts to turn away. "They attacked me, I should-." He stops.
"Forgive me for violating the conditions of your sentencing, but I felt that this might be easier if we could actually talk to each other."
"I can.. speak again?"
"Not exactly. My ring-" I hold up my left hand, palm towards him. "-can interpret any form of communication. Even the intent to communicate. And then it can play it out loud."
He stands completely still for a moment, staring at my ring. Then he takes two steps towards me, sits down cross legged just in front of me and picks up his cup. He sniffs it, but there's surprisingly little suspicion in the gesture. He's more worried about the taste than the idea that I might have dosed it with something.
He takes a sip, a tiny mug in huge hands against a huge mouth. He appears to like it better than I do.
"Why is this happening?"
"The universe is fundamentally mechanical and hence uncaring."
He snorts, the sound coming from his nostrils rather than my ring. "No. Why did they attack me?"
"Because you're big and scary-looking. The ones who shot first are supposed to look after the rest and judged that you were threatening them."
"I did not threaten them. I walked to the town without hurting anyone."
"Now, I didn't say it was a good judgement."
"Fools." He turns his head in the direction of the town, spotting a thin trail of smoke rising up above the trees. "And what about the rest?"
"People honour bound to help the first people if they found themselves in a fight they couldn't handle."
"Oh."
"So. What's say we talk about your situation like rational people, hm?"
08:38 GMT -5
Mister Queen leaps from the roof of a collapsing building, loosing his arrows while in the air. Konvikt uses what's left of a Bradley IFV to block the shots, quick hardening gel coating the side of the wreck even as it leaves his hands on course to intercept Mister Queen at his landing zone.
"Ah, cra-"
Mister Freeman's there to catch the Bradley, Mister Queen rolling out of the way and sprinting for cover as Konvikt takes advantage of Mister Freeman's Bradley-obscured vision to leap, smashing into the vehicle from the opposite side and dragging it and Mister Freeman down to the wrecked street where they land in an explosion of concrete.
I really wish I'd finished reading Trinity.
A red blur rushes past them, blowing the billowing dust clouds aside. I can see the crowd forming at the edge of the town as Mister Allen deposits the civilians whose town is being torn apart by the conflict and-.
A pair of Apache helicopters fly under me, keeping low and then opening fire on Konvikt with a volley of hellfire missiles the moment they get a clear shot. Konvikt pauses in punching Mister Freeman in the face just long enough to toss a wrecked car in their path, then dodges to the side. One missile hits his left leg anyway, the detonation knocking him over. He simply rolls into a tumble and then continues dashing towards the helicopters, who try to rise and back off. Two other missiles fly past him and slam through the wall of what had been a reasonably intact structure before detonating, chunks of debris flying through the exterior window holes as they do so. I'm just glad that hellfire missiles aren't incendiaries, because-.
The fourth missile hits the dazed Mister Freeman in the chest and detonates. He is sent flying into a wrecked building hard enough to smash through brick walls, and there's blood on his chest.
Konvikt leaps for the helicopters only to be knocked from the air by a shot from Major Adams. He recovers none the worse for wear, climbing the building he was smashed into as artillery shells from a trio of US Army Paladins finish off its neighbour. What kind of lunatic is trying to use unguided artillery on someone that tough?
Mister O'Brian telescopes up from the far side of the building as Konvikt grabs chunks of roof to throw at Major Adams, wrapping himself around the hulking alien. Who ignores him for long enough to bean Major Adams, then grabs his head in his right hand and slams it flat with his left. That's not fatal, but it's clearly left Mister O'Brian stunned.
Ring, is there enough left of the recordings for us to work out how this mess got started?
Multiple series of images taken from security cameras and mobile phones appear in my mind. Arranged by timestamps and attempting to fill in the rest with observed data…
Konvikt's crashed mini-ship landed over there. Broken trees and huge footprints mark his path from there to the nearest road. It was early morning, but there was still some traffic. One crashed car, but it neither appears to have hit him or been hit by him and no one was seriously hurt. That's where the first pictures come from. He then walked at a relatively slow pace into Thayer's Notch. People run, but there's no evidence that he started actually attacking anyone. No further car crashes; it was still early morning and low urban speed limit meant that cars had plenty of time to stop and back the heck away. Phone calls to the police increased substantially at this point… And someone phoned the Fort Devens US Army base.
Where General Hardcastle is presently stationed.
I thought Kal-El was joking, but this mess has his signature all over it. He's wanted the US Army to get responsibility for dealing with high-end supervillain rampages for years. Fort security cameras show military vehicles already rolling as the local police formed a barricade with a couple of cars. Thayer's Notch is too small for its own SWAT team, but from the recordings I got from what's left of their dashboard cameras they'd tooled up somewhat. Konvikt approached the police line in clear violation of instructions to stop in a language he almost certainly doesn't understand… And then the banging starts and I don't have good footage.
Gaaaaaaaah!
Mister Hol ducks under a swing, but takes a knee to his chest.
You'd think a world where this sort of thing could happen-
Konvikt winces at Ms Lance's scream, but closes the distance between them and she's forced to dodge as he swings at her. A glancing blow, and a red blur moves her out of the area before his second swing can crush her.
-would have better processes. Just hope he doesn't have construct disruption.
I step out and then reappear just behind him. His desires are almost exactly as I was expecting: the need to lash out at his oppressors and the burning rage at his mistreatment. I tag him with a filament before he can turn and transition us to a small clearing in the woods near to where he first landed.
My armour returns to subspace, my construct armour fades and I sit cross legged on the grass as he takes a step away from me, searching for his enemies. Two steps before he turns around to look at me, and I take a thermos flask of tea out of subspace along with two-.
There's a fist in front of my face.
I blink at his fingers, then tilt my head to the side so that I can see around them. "May I offer you some tea?" Konvikt's eyes narrow slightly as he pulls his arm back. "I'm afraid that my people don't really have a formal guest ritual, but I hope-" The fist comes around again, but the thing about these 'honourable warrior' types is that while they're perfectly happy ripping apart anyone who fights back -regardless of whether they were actually a threat or not- hitting non-combatants is still a major no-no. "-that you'll accept this in its place." Ragnar's exactly the same. If any of the people he fought for rings had turned down his challenges he'd have torn himself apart resisting the orange light drive to recharge himself. He really would have made a good Green Lantern.
I smile. "Tea?"
He looks down at the flask as I pour the liquid into both mugs.
"I quite understand that you're not feeling particularly trusting at the moment, so perhaps if I take a drink first?"
And in the spirit of honesty I don't simply use my ring to alter the taste. No, I take an honest mouthful of leaf water instead. And I swallow.
"It's honestly not as bad as I'm-"
"This is pointless." Konvikt starts to turn away. "They attacked me, I should-." He stops.
"Forgive me for violating the conditions of your sentencing, but I felt that this might be easier if we could actually talk to each other."
"I can.. speak again?"
"Not exactly. My ring-" I hold up my left hand, palm towards him. "-can interpret any form of communication. Even the intent to communicate. And then it can play it out loud."
He stands completely still for a moment, staring at my ring. Then he takes two steps towards me, sits down cross legged just in front of me and picks up his cup. He sniffs it, but there's surprisingly little suspicion in the gesture. He's more worried about the taste than the idea that I might have dosed it with something.
He takes a sip, a tiny mug in huge hands against a huge mouth. He appears to like it better than I do.
"Why is this happening?"
"The universe is fundamentally mechanical and hence uncaring."
He snorts, the sound coming from his nostrils rather than my ring. "No. Why did they attack me?"
"Because you're big and scary-looking. The ones who shot first are supposed to look after the rest and judged that you were threatening them."
"I did not threaten them. I walked to the town without hurting anyone."
"Now, I didn't say it was a good judgement."
"Fools." He turns his head in the direction of the town, spotting a thin trail of smoke rising up above the trees. "And what about the rest?"
"People honour bound to help the first people if they found themselves in a fight they couldn't handle."
"Oh."
"So. What's say we talk about your situation like rational people, hm?"
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- Location
- Hampden Park
If I use him, it won't be.
al103
Grumpy Russian Bear (SV edition)
- Location
- Russia, Krasnoyarsk
"Defended himself from attack on basis of being scary looking" is not a good reason for prison term. Even if there actually was other reason which wasn't used (unlawful crossing of border).
why did drinking tea take willpower?
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