- Location
- USA
That or they were looking for someone, and only decided to attack when they realized lanterns were home instead of whoever it was.
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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That or they were looking for someone, and only decided to attack when they realized lanterns were home instead of whoever it was.
shepsquared
Erratic Aussie
- Location
- Melbourne, Australia
While dead in DC Barry Allen appeared in Marvel a few times as the Buried Alien (and later Fast Forward) - an amnesiac speedster who felt like he had lightning in him and thought the moniker 'Fastest Man Alive' was familiar.
pucflek
Verified simpleton
- Location
- Czech Republic
I was talking more about his shtick of being woefully irreverent. Death would probably be cool with it, but seriously, one time he is gonna lip off to an entity he can´t munchkin himself up to defeat.
The problem with this idea is that age is continuous. What if they differ by 1 month of apparent age? 1 year? 3 years? 10 years? You're going to end up with a system where someone with a 12 years younger clone is considered a parent and someone with an 11.9 years younger clone is considered a sibling.
- Location
- texas
Well if we're including dimension hopping-
DC's Willow was Marvel's Mantis dimension hopping.
And at one point Myxy was the Impossible Man.
The captain Britain corps was shown to include the fan named "Kaptain Krypton" and his flying dog...
And not only did the xmen make cameos in Sovereign Seven, Cascade's mother was a Phoenix host.
Kaptain Krypton has made me wonder how Paul would react to the Captain Britain Corps.
ThrawnCA
Carbon-based biped
- Location
- Australia
Except that OL's sample reacted differently - that is, it didn't react - despite there being no biological reason for that. Clearly there is magic/soul interaction happening.
There's the entire thing with Howard the Duck who may or may not still be the original character in Marvel due to the creator doing a crossover that heavily implies it's a clone still there...
- Location
- texas
Yes, but what makes Z different is her ability to cast spells.
Blood can't cast spells, so there would be no way to know if dannering messes that up.
Now I figure the answer is no- if memory serves, Paul dannered Adom. Lightning still strikes him when he incants shazam and transforms him, without his danner formula gobbling up that mojo.
I don't see the theurgical nature making any difference in this case.
- Location
- Somewhere out there
You say that as if that doesn't happen ANYWAY. I once met a man who had two sons. His older son was more than 20 years older than his younger son. The two sons are still brothers, no matter what their age difference is.
It's really not THAT uncommon for someone to have an aunt/uncle younger than they are.
Even for me, I'm closer in age to one of my aunts than I am to the youngest of my cousins on that side of the family.
zhuull
SB still lying to protect Racists what else is new
I'm curious as to Friend Bow's opinion of Dr. Swordopolis
- Location
- Somewhere over the Rainbow
Wait... what about Saint Walker? He already has been mentioned...
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
- Location
- In transition
- Pronouns
- She/Her
By Paul, who was using possibly-inaccurate meta-knowledge.
ThrawnCA
Carbon-based biped
- Location
- Australia
The true reason Mars needs a zeta tube set up: to send back typos.
(occurs multiple times)
Singular vs plural disagreement
what you've found out
can I just check:
So: please
looking forward to
Tell me:
Wouldn't Diana speak Greek here? So the ring would translate it to "honour"
unit types
high volume of items
yellow-gray edge
that makes them think
several different ways
Greens and Whites
Greens and Whites
an alternative teacher
Whites and Greens
Whichever
S'yrra
(occurs multiple times)
That also match
each other's
: complete blocks
unless they decide to
straightening up and his fingers clenching
Too much "better"
Guardians' records don't
bacteria... are one of
levitates it beside
Kkutlord
Prince of Breath
- Location
- Indianapolis, Indiana
Comic books in general can be rather weird about how things interact, and that's before getting into how magic is basically Reality Hacking. Just look at Venom-Buster: One half is a temporary drug that pushes you to or past the limit, whereas the other makes you a dumb rock monster. So just because Danner plus Divine Blessing stack (not to mention his gods could of recalibrated said blessing), doesn't mean Zatanna avoids accidentally inverting the Danner effects. Even invoking Reset Button wouldn't ensure there is no consequences, because well... Comics, ya know?
Yeah but comics being comics, the consequences will probably be "different powers" rather than crippled for life.
Resurrectionists (part 6)
- Location
- Hampden Park
18th September
17:43 GMT -5
Jade steps up behind it as it lands, slicing through the back of its neck with her knife then stepping smartly out of its reach. The sudden lack of a central nervous system doesn't seem to faze it as it pushes off its right leg to shoot through the air at me.
Hm.
Jade's eyes widen as it covers the distance. I form a railgun construct next to its head, load a mage slayer round and fire. It spins in the air, legs slamming into my construct armour and bouncing off. It struggles to rise from the drive's brickwork, its head distorted and flattened where my railgun round struck. Huh. Okay, I knew that flesh that was sufficiently magically reinforced could survive a mage slayer strike at low power, but I would have thought that the hit would still disrupt the spell anim-.
The first grundyman lands on me, slamming me to the ground!
"Paul!"
Another railgun round, this time with a little more force behind it. Headshot; the head is knocked sideways and… Ah, the eyeballs burst. "They're just killer zombies, Jade." Move the railgun to the front, aim at an eye socket, a little more power. Splot! The rear of the head bursts, spraying decayed brain matter, skull and hair across Alan's front flower beds. The front of the face is still upright and still orientated on me. Fascinating. "Nothing to get-" I take an x-ionised sword out of subspace and slice across myself, blade sliding neatly through its left elbow, torso and then right arm. Zombie guts spill as it topples over, and I rise to my feet. "-excited about."
"I'm not wearing armour!" She darts in at the crawling grundyman and removes its right hand. "Give me-" I float the sword over to her as Alan drops a mallet construct on the one I shot in the head. "-that."
She grabs the sword and neatly sweeps the blade through the grounded grundyman's neck and torso. That doesn't stop it trying to move, but its actions are much less coordinated now.
"Interesting."
"What? Being attacked by Grundy's younger brothers?"
"No." That's not interesting. "The spell animating them isn't tied to their brain." I shift the railgun to the head of the grundyman Jade cut into four. "Watch."
I overpower the shot and the head explodes. But the other parts keep moving.
"Hey, that's my driveway."
"I'll fix it when we're finished."
"Alright, but why is it-."
"Ruuuaaaghhhh…"
His grundyman rips at the hammer construct, causing it to fail. Alan lets it vanish, then drops an anvil construct on the revenant instead. It squashes somewhat, but doesn't completely stop moving.
"Why is the head such a big deal? It's dead."
"The brain controls the body in life. That makes it easier to put control spells there when it's dead. The alternatives are using a controlling spirit -which these don't have- or some sort of personal direction spell which my mage slayer rounds should have nullified. Which means-."
Jade shoots me an irritated look. "Can we worry about that after we're sure there aren't any more coming?"
"Sure, but there probably are. Oh, and… Ah, Alan? You… May have just lost your secret identity."
Sunset's an hour and a quarter away, and my railgun and his percussive construct strikes aren't exactly quiet. The park's still clear but several neighbours are sticking their heads out of their front doors to see what just happened.
"Ah, heck."
"Please stay inside! We're dealing with a zombie attack!"
Most duck back a little, but with no more zombies evident they don't hide as they probably should. Worry about that later. Right. If these grundymen work like the ones in the comics then they're being directed by someone from Limbo Town… Except Limbo Town doesn't exist. Probably. So, wherever Klarion actually came from, the place I dimly glimpsed in Teekl's recollections.
Why is the park empty?
"Jade, are you still carrying your Spell Eater?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I'm a little concerned that-."
I see the man dressed like a Puritan for a fraction of a second as his glamour fails and his pistol fires.
Ghostly white flames burn through the air between us. I didn't know ectoplasm could be excited like that. But it's aimed straight at me and I'm thinking fast enough that all I have to do is step out-.
Pale white mist rises from the grundymen.
Transition?
…
At least it's not black.
The bolt of eldritch fire howls as it hits my construct armour, a swirling miasma of howling faces flickering and twisting as it tries to breach my environmental shield! Jade's already sprinting across the road towards the shooter and Alan is trying to attack the fire directly but-.
There's a crack and the fire surges through the hole, enveloping me. The Spell Eater heats up immediately and my tattoos hurt for the first time since they healed. Metaphysical attack? Yeah, good luck with that, I'm-.
There's a stabbing pain in the left side of my chest. That's… Right where Klarion's spike went through when we fought in Salem. Agh! My right forearm burns! Homing in on residual chaos..? No, there wasn't any, I got that checked out very thoroughly by Sephtian. My left hand-. Mage slayer, stick it in the ghost fire. That should help, but-.
The fire twists away from it, even as exposure to the magic eating effect starts to unbind the spells. Pain blossoms in my mouth, but it begins fading almost immediately as the white fire creating it finishes dissolving.
"You back with us?"
I struggle back to my feet, my injuries vanishing only slowly as the residual magic resists my ring's efforts. "Help. Jade."
"Right."
Environmental shield flaring wildly, Alan flies over the road and straight at two grundymen trying to interpose themselves between Jade and the figure I assume to be a submissionary. The pistol he shot me with outwardly resembles a flintlock pistol and it looks like it has a similar recharge rate, forcing him to ward her off with swipes from a crescent moon topped staff. Alan's hammer constructs batter the zombies down just as Jade's sword cuts the staff in two and stops just under the submissionary's neck.
"Drop it, or I find out whether you can keep going without a head too."
The submissionary drops the remains of his staff and raises his hands in a gesture of surrender. His skin is a curious colour, chalky white darkening to pale blue in places. Other than that he looks fairly Human.
Right, good. Ring, how am I doing?
Injuries healed. Full functionality restored.
Glad to hear it. I restore my construct armour and fly across the road to stand next to Jade and Alan.
"What was that in aid of?"
"Our auguries showed the taint of the monster Klarion upon you. But if you survived my shot, his touch must only have been slight. I pray you, as a God-fearing man, tell me where the monster makes his home that I may end him before any others come to grief by him!"
"You're here for Klarion? Also known as 'Klarion the Witch-Boy'?"
"That I am. Do you know then whence he may be found?"
I throw up my arms. "Why can't you just ask to begin with, like a normal person?"
17:43 GMT -5
Jade steps up behind it as it lands, slicing through the back of its neck with her knife then stepping smartly out of its reach. The sudden lack of a central nervous system doesn't seem to faze it as it pushes off its right leg to shoot through the air at me.
Hm.
Jade's eyes widen as it covers the distance. I form a railgun construct next to its head, load a mage slayer round and fire. It spins in the air, legs slamming into my construct armour and bouncing off. It struggles to rise from the drive's brickwork, its head distorted and flattened where my railgun round struck. Huh. Okay, I knew that flesh that was sufficiently magically reinforced could survive a mage slayer strike at low power, but I would have thought that the hit would still disrupt the spell anim-.
The first grundyman lands on me, slamming me to the ground!
"Paul!"
Another railgun round, this time with a little more force behind it. Headshot; the head is knocked sideways and… Ah, the eyeballs burst. "They're just killer zombies, Jade." Move the railgun to the front, aim at an eye socket, a little more power. Splot! The rear of the head bursts, spraying decayed brain matter, skull and hair across Alan's front flower beds. The front of the face is still upright and still orientated on me. Fascinating. "Nothing to get-" I take an x-ionised sword out of subspace and slice across myself, blade sliding neatly through its left elbow, torso and then right arm. Zombie guts spill as it topples over, and I rise to my feet. "-excited about."
"I'm not wearing armour!" She darts in at the crawling grundyman and removes its right hand. "Give me-" I float the sword over to her as Alan drops a mallet construct on the one I shot in the head. "-that."
She grabs the sword and neatly sweeps the blade through the grounded grundyman's neck and torso. That doesn't stop it trying to move, but its actions are much less coordinated now.
"Interesting."
"What? Being attacked by Grundy's younger brothers?"
"No." That's not interesting. "The spell animating them isn't tied to their brain." I shift the railgun to the head of the grundyman Jade cut into four. "Watch."
I overpower the shot and the head explodes. But the other parts keep moving.
"Hey, that's my driveway."
"I'll fix it when we're finished."
"Alright, but why is it-."
"Ruuuaaaghhhh…"
His grundyman rips at the hammer construct, causing it to fail. Alan lets it vanish, then drops an anvil construct on the revenant instead. It squashes somewhat, but doesn't completely stop moving.
"Why is the head such a big deal? It's dead."
"The brain controls the body in life. That makes it easier to put control spells there when it's dead. The alternatives are using a controlling spirit -which these don't have- or some sort of personal direction spell which my mage slayer rounds should have nullified. Which means-."
Jade shoots me an irritated look. "Can we worry about that after we're sure there aren't any more coming?"
"Sure, but there probably are. Oh, and… Ah, Alan? You… May have just lost your secret identity."
Sunset's an hour and a quarter away, and my railgun and his percussive construct strikes aren't exactly quiet. The park's still clear but several neighbours are sticking their heads out of their front doors to see what just happened.
"Ah, heck."
"Please stay inside! We're dealing with a zombie attack!"
Most duck back a little, but with no more zombies evident they don't hide as they probably should. Worry about that later. Right. If these grundymen work like the ones in the comics then they're being directed by someone from Limbo Town… Except Limbo Town doesn't exist. Probably. So, wherever Klarion actually came from, the place I dimly glimpsed in Teekl's recollections.
Why is the park empty?
"Jade, are you still carrying your Spell Eater?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I'm a little concerned that-."
I see the man dressed like a Puritan for a fraction of a second as his glamour fails and his pistol fires.
Ghostly white flames burn through the air between us. I didn't know ectoplasm could be excited like that. But it's aimed straight at me and I'm thinking fast enough that all I have to do is step out-.
Pale white mist rises from the grundymen.
Transition?
…
At least it's not black.
The bolt of eldritch fire howls as it hits my construct armour, a swirling miasma of howling faces flickering and twisting as it tries to breach my environmental shield! Jade's already sprinting across the road towards the shooter and Alan is trying to attack the fire directly but-.
There's a crack and the fire surges through the hole, enveloping me. The Spell Eater heats up immediately and my tattoos hurt for the first time since they healed. Metaphysical attack? Yeah, good luck with that, I'm-.
There's a stabbing pain in the left side of my chest. That's… Right where Klarion's spike went through when we fought in Salem. Agh! My right forearm burns! Homing in on residual chaos..? No, there wasn't any, I got that checked out very thoroughly by Sephtian. My left hand-. Mage slayer, stick it in the ghost fire. That should help, but-.
The fire twists away from it, even as exposure to the magic eating effect starts to unbind the spells. Pain blossoms in my mouth, but it begins fading almost immediately as the white fire creating it finishes dissolving.
"You back with us?"
I struggle back to my feet, my injuries vanishing only slowly as the residual magic resists my ring's efforts. "Help. Jade."
"Right."
Environmental shield flaring wildly, Alan flies over the road and straight at two grundymen trying to interpose themselves between Jade and the figure I assume to be a submissionary. The pistol he shot me with outwardly resembles a flintlock pistol and it looks like it has a similar recharge rate, forcing him to ward her off with swipes from a crescent moon topped staff. Alan's hammer constructs batter the zombies down just as Jade's sword cuts the staff in two and stops just under the submissionary's neck.
"Drop it, or I find out whether you can keep going without a head too."
The submissionary drops the remains of his staff and raises his hands in a gesture of surrender. His skin is a curious colour, chalky white darkening to pale blue in places. Other than that he looks fairly Human.
Right, good. Ring, how am I doing?
Injuries healed. Full functionality restored.
Glad to hear it. I restore my construct armour and fly across the road to stand next to Jade and Alan.
"What was that in aid of?"
"Our auguries showed the taint of the monster Klarion upon you. But if you survived my shot, his touch must only have been slight. I pray you, as a God-fearing man, tell me where the monster makes his home that I may end him before any others come to grief by him!"
"You're here for Klarion? Also known as 'Klarion the Witch-Boy'?"
"That I am. Do you know then whence he may be found?"
I throw up my arms. "Why can't you just ask to begin with, like a normal person?"
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Silverias
Seeing is Believing
- Location
- Squiddy Places
I expect a real response to this, and not just cutting 10 minutes into the future and skipping the conversation.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
Because if he'd been manipulated by Klarions Chaos, leaving him as a potential enemy to instasummon Klarion isn't a good idea?
- Location
- West Michigan
Never mind that Klarion has been permadead for several months now, but I suppose this guy doesn't know that.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
- Location
- Baton Rouge
You know what the third most likely group to have been affected by Klarion's magic is, after Klarion himself and his allies? The people who fight him. I'm expecting the nearly mindless zombies to be the thinkers of this group, because this guy's continued survival is a slap in the face to natural selection.
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
- Location
- A Valid Location
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Amish Demon Hunter doesn't get televised news from China.
- Location
- Philippines
How? What rock was he living under to not hear the Chinese crowing about it?
- Location
- Winnipeg
Huh, genuine yellow fear from Jade when Paul got tackled. I think this relationship might work out long-term.
Paul is super casual about the zombie attack, and talks shop. Fits.
Alan gets to use anvil and hammer constructs but gets no rebuke from Paul over it. OTOH, he doesn't have much practice with an AI. Plus, he's old fashioned. He gets a pass.
Bonding shenanigans over fighting zombies and magic users. I like this chapter.
Paul is super casual about the zombie attack, and talks shop. Fits.
Alan gets to use anvil and hammer constructs but gets no rebuke from Paul over it. OTOH, he doesn't have much practice with an AI. Plus, he's old fashioned. He gets a pass.
Bonding shenanigans over fighting zombies and magic users. I like this chapter.
Typos:
"faze"
"it"
"feet"
"restore"
"I may"
"throw"
- Location
- Tulsa, Oklahoma
If Limbo Town actually exists than in a hole under New York in a mystic pocket dimension thingy. (Wrong in this WTR!Canon, see edit three.)
When thinking of Klarion's people just think SUPER-MAGIC-Zombie-solider-using-Protestant-Amish (but really Anglican) expy.
Edit: Also, Magic people of all kinds felt Nabu's passing but don't actually know what they felt. Thing to remember. Just cause something magic-y happens doesn't mean people automatically know what it was.
Edit 2: Anglican
Edit 3: By what we learned in the next segment Limbo Town might just be a place on the home planet of Klarion's people who are descendants of the Roanoke Island lost colony.
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