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- Earth
Really? That seems pretty extreme... why would Zoat have left those clues if he didn't want people to find them?
With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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Really? That seems pretty extreme... why would Zoat have left those clues if he didn't want people to find them?
- Location
- Hampden Park
Accident. I forgot that my photobucket account had my real name.
- Location
- 'Murica
Did I miss that being confirmed as his last name? I thought it was something like Wickman. Or just Wick, which is the crossover I never knew I needed till now...
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- Hampden Park
It is something like that. Not actually that, mind.
No, its just that the closest Paul and Robin got to figuring out his last name was something related to candles.
- Location
- Somewhere.
...I want to guess, but I don't want to guess.
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- Somewhere out there
Teekl was clearly of superfeline intelligence, at least in part due to her arcane bond with Klarion. I also imagine Teekl's consent played a big part of him not feeling bad about it afterward.
The idea of uplifting animals that would have been destined for euthanasia is probably going to be the least upsetting means of generating Construct Lanterns for the SI, but I'm also not entirely sure that the SI is particularly interested in the idea of creating new enslaved intelligences even if they weren't intelligent before the uplift.
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- Earth
Ah, I see then. I still don't think just SAYING YOU KNOW IT should be cause for a ban, but it's more understandable then.
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The ethical way you create enslaved intelligence is forking. If you need a disposable army, and you have sufficient Clarke-tech, you copy your own mind state, erase anything you can't let the other side get their hands on, apologize to your other-self for the necessity, and then go die valiantly on whatever suicide mission was required. Hopefully afterward you re-integrate/recover the memories of an survivors/the fallen to truly appreciate the cost of what you decided on.
This setting has souls, so It might take some doing to accomplish, but this does not seem outside our little avarice demigod's capabilities.
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- Somewhere out there
This one has actually come up in story: He's EXPLICITLY said he doesn't want to do this. His ring is totally capable of forking someone's mindstate and it offered to do so at one point to try to analyze how M'gann's telepathy works. He doesn't want to do that.
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- Earth, 3rd rock from the Sun
Area effects. They don't have to target a person directly, just the space they are occupying.
Phone a friend. If the ring doesn't have the relevant databases to do it currently, you go to the Sivana's and have them do the MadScience to figure out how.
I know. My guess would have been Paul Atreyu. What with this being a neverending story and all.
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Awesome, if of dubious morality: I'm going to have to go back and find this. I could see one or two reasons not to do it, but most of them relate to basilisk hacks, and so far Paragon's response to that was cutting his optic nerves.
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- Somewhere out there
Thanks for beating me to it, saves me the effort.
Oh, and...
Last comma should be a full stop.
Extra space.
Hummingbird
eyewitnesses
Is he intentionally referencing the Light, or should that be a lowercase l?
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- Location
- Oceanside
Which is why it's always confused me as to why this power based on the visible light spectrum... can't take advantage of spectrum. For instance, using Orange and Yellow at the same time results in Amber light, using Blue and Green results in Teal, etc. The more you combine in conjunction with another, the closer you get to white light - or even better: white and black light simply extend the power into tints and shades, which would be a perfect in-universe explanation for the existence of the Anti-Green Laterns as Mr Zoat portrayed them, dark-dull Green light users.
But I suppose it's kind of awkward when Indigo is already an in-between of Blue and Violet. Bah, I'll put fingers to keyboard on this anyways.
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Travisplo
The Necromonsieur
Indigo does sorta match up with a melding of Hope and Love already though, so...
shepsquared
Erratic Aussie
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- Melbourne, Australia
Because they retconned it into existence in the early 2000's. Before that it was Green=Will and Yellow=Fear because Will is weak to Fear andYellow looked good on Sinestro/made for a good weakness.
Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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- Baton Rouge
For an in-universe reason, emotional colors may only be stable at certain peaks. Kinda like how elements flouresce at only very narrow wavelengths, or how electron shells work. So you can channel the aqua light of curiosity, for about a second, but then your constructs turn into antimatter and your personal lantern acts as a gamma laser. The colors we see Lanterns use are the ones that remain stable for useful lengths of time.
TaliesinSkye
Occasional Editor
- Location
- Northeast Ohio, United States
Speaking of phoning a friend, I was actually thinking about how Paul might get the Ophidian's attention if he wanted it in a dire situation. (Like, say, being surprised and surrounded by the angry hordes of hell with people to protect.)
Cheeky option: "Ring, call the Ophidian."
(And hope the ring is smart enough to figure it out.)
More probable option: *wants the Ophidian to show up reeeeeallly hard*
Best part of the second option? If Paul ever wants help or to be rescued badly enough in a crisis, the Ophidian might just show up of its own accord without Paul even thinking of the Ophidian particularly. He's her agent, after all. She might be watching his wants from time to time.
Alternatively, fake call the Ophidian and hope the hordes of hell decide not to call your bluff.
Cheeky option: "Ring, call the Ophidian."
(And hope the ring is smart enough to figure it out.)
More probable option: *wants the Ophidian to show up reeeeeallly hard*
Best part of the second option? If Paul ever wants help or to be rescued badly enough in a crisis, the Ophidian might just show up of its own accord without Paul even thinking of the Ophidian particularly. He's her agent, after all. She might be watching his wants from time to time.
Alternatively, fake call the Ophidian and hope the hordes of hell decide not to call your bluff.
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- New England
Or just turn this entire section of hell into an irradiated Pile of Ash with a thought and 5 seconds of effort.
But no, Paul, keep using those rail guns, I'm sure they won't have prepared for those.....
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Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
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- In transition
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- She/Her
How hard is it to understand the concept of not pulling out your trump cards too early? If Paul's gonna expend a lot of ring charge to pull out a nuke, he'd best wait until it will have maximum impact.
Resurrectionists (part 24)
- Location
- Hampden Park
28th September
21:26 GMT -3
"Cleanse the ground!"
How many mage slayer and Angel feather rounds do I have left now? Not as many as I'd like… But this isn't the time. I dismiss the railguns and switch to all-cold guns, sweeping the ground below us at full power. No sense in being conservative either; we either get back now or we'll have to hide somewhere in Hell, and if we have to do that then I'll either have time.. or we'll be dead. Demonic fires flicker around the demonic bikers as they try to avoid being frozen, but they're nothing like powerful enough. Of course here Demons aren't quite as vulnerable to anything so base as physical destruction; they can maintain their physical forms with only the power freely available all around them.
That's why I thrust giant shovel constructs into the mass and shove their fracturing parts aside, dropping us into the gap as fast as I can. Next: railguns. I take advantage of the lower angle to fire full force mage slayer rounds into the closest edge of the horde. The closest few fade and falter, while the kinetic force of the shot is enough to drive those behind them back as well.
That.. giant Slug demon with a palanquin is getting a bit close…
"Beulah?"
Shimmering witch signs float over both of her hands. "Cleanse, blast you! I need the demonic taint gone!"
"But there was a Demon on the other side-?"
"I will not use Demon magic!"
Ah… Right… Maintaining fire and-.
The Slug convulses, and a foul blob of something bubbly and magical flies through the air and splats over my construct barrier. It immediately starts both eating through the construct and tainting it. I-. And I can't get rid of it.
I shoot my own construct with an Angel feather round. Golden flames flare through it, causing a moment of decidedly uncomfortable feedback through my rings. Then I regain control as the taint is burnt out, thrusting my shield outwards while replacing it with another.
Then I target the slug with another round. It hits home with the expected burst of golden fire, but… The Slug… It's actually made of many.. smaller slugs and… A lot of them die, but the structure as a whole carries on just fine. Forget that. Cleansing. I fire Angel feather rounds into the ground in a rough circle around us at low power, then aim my railguns a little further away and fire again. A haze of translucent golden fire wafts across the hellish landscape…
"Good enough?"
Beulah's visibly straining, hands shuddering as if witch signs are electrifying her. "Nearly…"
Jade points upwards. "Paul…"
I follow her-. Ah. Fiddlesticks. Agony has abandoned his former reticence and has followed us down, smiling curiously as he does so.
"Escaping? A theoretically sound approach, but I'm afraid-" The barbed wire around his legs lashes out and.. somehow sticks in the air. "-that my manipulation of the Selvage is far-"
"Gaaarh!"
Beulah's eyes roll back and her whole body convulses as the witch signs fade and die. Praexis Demons!
"-too good for that to be a realistic prospect. Satanus wanted to see if I could block your access to avarice as well… But it looks like that won't be ne..cess-." He looks up as the massively expanded Praexis horde bears down on him. "Ah. A moment." He raises his arms, the barbed wire covering them flying outwards and tearing through the mob. A flicking motion, and the greater proportion of them are flayed apart and don't return to my rings. "Creatures with no capacity for pain or pleasure. How distastef-."
My railguns form a circle around him and shoot. His head jerks towards my guns and his eyes widen slightly, the barbed wire around his torso swirling to intercept the oncoming projectiles around him. None penetrate his defences, but I don't see any spare strands…
I form a new railgun beneath him and shoot him with my last Angel feather round.
It strikes him in the crotch, golden flames enveloping his skin and incinerating his barbed wires. Immediately Beulah rights herself and recreates her witch signs as Agony writhes in the air with a massive grin on his increasingly skull-like face. "It's a good pain!"
I don't bother with railguns, I just shoot a pneumatic ram construct into his chest and thrust him in the general direction of the demonic army.
"Clear?"
I see an arm stick out of the palanquin's curtains and gesture for the foremost Demons to advance across the burning rock. A few obey, shuddering in pain as it eats into their bodies… But the flames dim in response.
"Beulah?"
"There!"
The witch signs flare, momentarily blotting out the hellscape. When they fade, we're standing on the patch of bare earth surrounded by forest. Far more forest than was here a few minutes-
"Pavlos!"
-ago. I turn around to see-
"rAAAAAAAGHH!!"
-the Demon who sent us there being shredded by the razor sharp thorns running throughout his body.
"Are you all back?"
I check, Beulah slumped in Nyssa's arms, Jade watching our surroundings for the next attack and Thana standing rigidly in the centre of our group.
"Yes!"
The brambles squirm and contract, all that's left of Mr Okereke falling apart as the thorns cut him to pieces. The nails that had been stuck through him fall free, and I swiftly envelop them in small lumps of iron.
"Link broken?!"
The wooden Ogre that Euanthe has become shoulders its way through the foliage and plants her right hand on what's left of the Demon. "It is as broken as I can make it. The power of the Green outshines all other influences!"
"Good sho-."
Jade jabs her right hand at me. "That was not good."
"Alright. No, not.. good in absolute-."
"Going to Hell is not good! We would have died and our souls-!"
She bites the rest of her diatribe down, trying to regain her composure.
I nod. "You have a good point. Trying to carry on now that Satanus knows how to do that would be.. foolhardy." She grudgingly nods. "So if we limit ourselves to people who aren't monotheists-."
"NO!"
Um..?
"Look." Jade steps up into ideal stare-down range. "I get you're trying to help. And to start with it was nice… In a weird sort of way. But this needs to stop. If this is what happens when we bring people back from the dead, I'll learn to live with the consequences of what I did the normal way."
"If that's w-?"
"And you need to not… Go.. crazy when I say things like this."
I send my armour back into subspace and nod solemnly. "Alright. I'll.. try. Ah, everyone? I'll.. fly you all home."
21:26 GMT -3
"Cleanse the ground!"
How many mage slayer and Angel feather rounds do I have left now? Not as many as I'd like… But this isn't the time. I dismiss the railguns and switch to all-cold guns, sweeping the ground below us at full power. No sense in being conservative either; we either get back now or we'll have to hide somewhere in Hell, and if we have to do that then I'll either have time.. or we'll be dead. Demonic fires flicker around the demonic bikers as they try to avoid being frozen, but they're nothing like powerful enough. Of course here Demons aren't quite as vulnerable to anything so base as physical destruction; they can maintain their physical forms with only the power freely available all around them.
That's why I thrust giant shovel constructs into the mass and shove their fracturing parts aside, dropping us into the gap as fast as I can. Next: railguns. I take advantage of the lower angle to fire full force mage slayer rounds into the closest edge of the horde. The closest few fade and falter, while the kinetic force of the shot is enough to drive those behind them back as well.
That.. giant Slug demon with a palanquin is getting a bit close…
"Beulah?"
Shimmering witch signs float over both of her hands. "Cleanse, blast you! I need the demonic taint gone!"
"But there was a Demon on the other side-?"
"I will not use Demon magic!"
Ah… Right… Maintaining fire and-.
The Slug convulses, and a foul blob of something bubbly and magical flies through the air and splats over my construct barrier. It immediately starts both eating through the construct and tainting it. I-. And I can't get rid of it.
I shoot my own construct with an Angel feather round. Golden flames flare through it, causing a moment of decidedly uncomfortable feedback through my rings. Then I regain control as the taint is burnt out, thrusting my shield outwards while replacing it with another.
Then I target the slug with another round. It hits home with the expected burst of golden fire, but… The Slug… It's actually made of many.. smaller slugs and… A lot of them die, but the structure as a whole carries on just fine. Forget that. Cleansing. I fire Angel feather rounds into the ground in a rough circle around us at low power, then aim my railguns a little further away and fire again. A haze of translucent golden fire wafts across the hellish landscape…
"Good enough?"
Beulah's visibly straining, hands shuddering as if witch signs are electrifying her. "Nearly…"
Jade points upwards. "Paul…"
I follow her-. Ah. Fiddlesticks. Agony has abandoned his former reticence and has followed us down, smiling curiously as he does so.
"Escaping? A theoretically sound approach, but I'm afraid-" The barbed wire around his legs lashes out and.. somehow sticks in the air. "-that my manipulation of the Selvage is far-"
"Gaaarh!"
Beulah's eyes roll back and her whole body convulses as the witch signs fade and die. Praexis Demons!
"-too good for that to be a realistic prospect. Satanus wanted to see if I could block your access to avarice as well… But it looks like that won't be ne..cess-." He looks up as the massively expanded Praexis horde bears down on him. "Ah. A moment." He raises his arms, the barbed wire covering them flying outwards and tearing through the mob. A flicking motion, and the greater proportion of them are flayed apart and don't return to my rings. "Creatures with no capacity for pain or pleasure. How distastef-."
My railguns form a circle around him and shoot. His head jerks towards my guns and his eyes widen slightly, the barbed wire around his torso swirling to intercept the oncoming projectiles around him. None penetrate his defences, but I don't see any spare strands…
I form a new railgun beneath him and shoot him with my last Angel feather round.
It strikes him in the crotch, golden flames enveloping his skin and incinerating his barbed wires. Immediately Beulah rights herself and recreates her witch signs as Agony writhes in the air with a massive grin on his increasingly skull-like face. "It's a good pain!"
I don't bother with railguns, I just shoot a pneumatic ram construct into his chest and thrust him in the general direction of the demonic army.
"Clear?"
I see an arm stick out of the palanquin's curtains and gesture for the foremost Demons to advance across the burning rock. A few obey, shuddering in pain as it eats into their bodies… But the flames dim in response.
"Beulah?"
"There!"
The witch signs flare, momentarily blotting out the hellscape. When they fade, we're standing on the patch of bare earth surrounded by forest. Far more forest than was here a few minutes-
"Pavlos!"
-ago. I turn around to see-
"rAAAAAAAGHH!!"
-the Demon who sent us there being shredded by the razor sharp thorns running throughout his body.
"Are you all back?"
I check, Beulah slumped in Nyssa's arms, Jade watching our surroundings for the next attack and Thana standing rigidly in the centre of our group.
"Yes!"
The brambles squirm and contract, all that's left of Mr Okereke falling apart as the thorns cut him to pieces. The nails that had been stuck through him fall free, and I swiftly envelop them in small lumps of iron.
"Link broken?!"
The wooden Ogre that Euanthe has become shoulders its way through the foliage and plants her right hand on what's left of the Demon. "It is as broken as I can make it. The power of the Green outshines all other influences!"
"Good sho-."
Jade jabs her right hand at me. "That was not good."
"Alright. No, not.. good in absolute-."
"Going to Hell is not good! We would have died and our souls-!"
She bites the rest of her diatribe down, trying to regain her composure.
I nod. "You have a good point. Trying to carry on now that Satanus knows how to do that would be.. foolhardy." She grudgingly nods. "So if we limit ourselves to people who aren't monotheists-."
"NO!"
Um..?
"Look." Jade steps up into ideal stare-down range. "I get you're trying to help. And to start with it was nice… In a weird sort of way. But this needs to stop. If this is what happens when we bring people back from the dead, I'll learn to live with the consequences of what I did the normal way."
"If that's w-?"
"And you need to not… Go.. crazy when I say things like this."
I send my armour back into subspace and nod solemnly. "Alright. I'll.. try. Ah, everyone? I'll.. fly you all home."
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GilliamYaeger
M'crazy.
On one hand, I'm glad that Jade's finally smacking some sense into Paul.
On the other, at no point did he nuke Hell. I will be forever disappointed in him for that.
On the other, at no point did he nuke Hell. I will be forever disappointed in him for that.
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