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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
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It's worse, from what I have gathered. His name is "Codename:Assassin". Which means, that's his secret moniker. His codename is "Codename Assassin".
You should think a psychic hitman and government spook would have a ...subtler name.
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Well my understanding is that he basically went insane when the mob killed his sister, who was their lawyer, but whether she knew she was a mob lawyer or not is unknown.
So think early Punisher, the one who tried to kill Spider-Man and shot jaywalkers.
Except this guy ends up a Colonel.
And DC is aware of what a joke his pseudonym is, when he was hunting down Jimmy Olsen, he commented on "What kind of superhero calls himself Codename Assassin anyway?"
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Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
That's perfectly fair: The number of telepaths on Earth that are anywhere near Dr. Cziko's level seems to be fairly low (maybe a dozen out of billions, maybe even less, I'm guessing), so they may not have been able to find one sufficiently trustworthy for this purpose, from their PoV.
Bit more odd when the teenagers don't know that he's thirty, though, init?
To be fair, a lot of them, probably all, that actually went out and hurt people were already mad, just waiting for something to trigger them.
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For whom?
I honestly think that the teenagers would find it stranger to have a 30 year old with them than an '18' year old.
Though it might be amusing to write an AU about the SI being mentored by Harold Jordan because he was upfront about his age from the start.
Prince Charon
Just zis guy, you know?
The readers. Also the thirty-year-old... and whomever finds out when/if it is eventually found out.
You've written some pretty good AUs before, so if you feel like it, we'll happily read it. It sounds interesting.
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Current plan is that them finding out is nearly the last thing that happens.
The SI has already stated that he thought it made sense to put him in the training class. A 18 year old joining the army would join the same training group as a 25 year old, right?
I don't know. That's an 13th April type thing, and I don't want to detract too much from the ponies. I've already written Warhammer and He-Man.
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Oh, the discussion about what resources the government has made me wonder.
Zoat, did the US military make Dr Spectro in the background for this story?
For those who never heard of him, the US government had (has?) access to Rainbow Raider technology.
So what did they decide was the best use for the photokinetic emotion warping hypertech in Captain Atom? Making a fake villain for Captain Atom to fight so people would take him seriously.
So of course Dr Spectro then goes rogue and becomes a real supervillain.
A supervillain with a notoriously hideous costume.
Zoat, did the US military make Dr Spectro in the background for this story?
For those who never heard of him, the US government had (has?) access to Rainbow Raider technology.
So what did they decide was the best use for the photokinetic emotion warping hypertech in Captain Atom? Making a fake villain for Captain Atom to fight so people would take him seriously.
So of course Dr Spectro then goes rogue and becomes a real supervillain.
A supervillain with a notoriously hideous costume.
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I'm going to say 'no'. The US military wasn't expecting Captain Adams to reappear, and they had enough supervillains (and conventional targets) to justify him when he did.
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For the love of god please tell me that's not a joke and he burns some Xenos filth in the glorious name of the God-Emperor
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Fair enough. I had the same thought that it was silly to make a supervillain when there are plenty of them running around for free.
But alas it isn't actually be unrealistic to have government people making silly decisions.
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Are Tomb Kings technically xenos?
Hakazin
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That depends, I think, on if you count vampires as Xenos or Mutants.
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Vampires can't mutate. It's one of the benefits of having your soul bound to your physical body.
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NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not fantasy! You're totally turning into a Psalm 137:9. Since, ya know, Christianity is being brought up so much thought I might as well get into it.
The little ones are my hopes and dreams.
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*looks at the fic in his own sig* I don't remember writing ANYTHING like that!
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In Batman Beyond Superman is being controlled by one on his chest...
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Someone hold me, I'm frightened.
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Fantasy or 40K?
Grind (part 6)
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30th October
18:36 GMT -5
"Look, when I said 'maybe', that's exactly what I meant."
We're standing on the plaza, just in front of where the Tower appeared last time. Most of the team's gone home, or at least back to base. They've got their own cities to protect and their own homework to complete. Kaldur's here, because he considers it his responsibility to investigate, Richard, because he doesn't want to let me out of his sight. Kon's here, because I'm here. Wallace I suspect came because he knows why I didn't trust Fate from the start, and Artemis is here because he is.
Really didn't think that would work.
The whole thing in Alabama turned out to be a total waste of time; some idiot playing around with subsonics. I could have given him a truly soundproof room. Richard could have upgraded his control program to something that would allow him to monitor what he was doing. But having spent the better portion of the day trudging along a riverbed I decided not to, and Richard had already notified the police.
It's basically just a noise complaint. He'll probably get off with a fine.
Wallace looks at me curiously. "Fate's dead, right? I mean… That was what that whole thing was about."
"Brain dead. We destroyed his personality, but we couldn't work out how to completely cut his connection to the plane of order. In theory, the Tower's intelligence should still be capable of detecting us. And since we've been here before…"
Kaldur swings his right hand through the place where the doorway appeared during our last visit. "It does not appear to want to recognise us."
Richard waves a sensor wand across the same place. "I'm not detecting anything either." He turns to look at me. "I'm not an expert on magic, but maybe having the guy who killed Fate here isn't the best way to convince it to let us in."
Kon frowns. "Hey."
"He's.. got a point." And I really don't know how long John had in mind when he said not to go looking for him for a while. It's been four months... "But… You can come back here without me whenever you like." I look upwards towards where the top of the tower was. Feels like a lifetime ago I was fighting Klarion up there… "Tower, Klarion the Witch Boy is dead. No replacement Lord of Chaos has been sighted. We're in the middle of a case, and we would benefit from having access to your library."
"Oh El?" Wallace doesn't look either pleased or displeased. "You're not exactly… 'We'." Kon's eyes narrow slightly. "I mean, you resigned." Kon keeps glaring. "He did."
"I did." I crank my empathic vision up all the way, until the lights on the far side of the plaza start to hurt. No, nothing. "But I don't have anything better to do today, so unless you're telling me to leave, 'we' are 'we'."
Kaldur raises his right hand in order to stop a discussion… They have most likely had already. "If the Tower will not grant us access, then we-."
The door appears, then opens wide. And…
What?
Out strides a man in flowing blue robes with golden thread decoration, the Helmet of Fate sat upon his head. Empathic vision's giving me nothing. Ring scan-
Don't do that.
-not doing that. And that wasn't John's voice. And that isn't John's build or John's walk. John sidles forward. And he's never had that sort of musculature. This man is… Built like a superhero. And he strides purposefully. And if that was his voice my ring just spoke in, then their accents are different as well. The same faint trace of scouse, but none of the Londoner. Sounds a little… Welsh, maybe?
I take a definite step back. I am not prepared for fighting a Lord of Order.
"Good evening. What brings you to my home?"
The ring on my left hand is fizzling and crackling and.. heeeee's got it already, hasn't he?
There's some decidedly confused looking at one another from my team mates. But Kaldur's leader.
"Lord.. Fate. We were told that you were dead."
"Did you come here to check?"
And breathe. No constant references to 'fate'. He's not back, he's not back. Which still leaves the possibility that it's some other Order spirit pulling the strings. Huh, I never really thought about it, but… Did he actually call himself 'Lord Fate', or did other people pick it up based on the references he made?
"No. I apologise. I was simply surprised to see you."
"It's quite alright… Aqualad, yes?"
"You are correct." Kaldur turns slightly to the side, gesturing to the rest of us with his right hand. "And this is my team. You.. have met them before, but-."
"No, Nabu met them before. This is the first time for me. Ah! Where are my manners?" He holds his right hand out to Kaldur. "Lord Fate. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
"Aqualad." Kaldur takes his hand and they shake… Companionably enough.
Kon looks to me for some sort of clue about what's going on, but all I can do is shrug. Okay, Larfleeze's old ring looks like it's still -yep, that's a small box-construct- working. Perhaps the lack of AI means that it's not orderly enough? My spell eater is still cold so that wasn't a direct att.. ack. But… Power rings draw power from somewhere else which means-.
And now he's looking at me.
"Orange Lantern."
"Lord Fate." I hold out my left hand. "Ah, if you're planning on using the name."
"I may as well." He takes my hand with his left and… Nothing untoward happens. "I understand that the Justice League still have me listed on the active roster."
Ahhhhhhhhaaaaa…
Right. And that's the thing about masked secret identities. Kon can't pretend to be Kal-El; he's not big enough. But if another martian pretended to be J'onn J'onzz, no one who wasn't another martian would know it. Heck, the Justice League that formed during the One Year Later thing happened because one Firestorm gave the next Firestorm all his old Justice League gear. If something happened to Diana, would the next Wonder Woman get an automatic placement?
I somehow doubt that any of them have ever talked about it.
"They have Nabu on the active roster. I imagine that they'll want to talk to you before confirming the succession."
I'm aware there have been other Fates in the comics, but the only one I can remember right at this moment is Hector Hall and this man doesn't sound American. And… Jared something? I think he was American too?
Of course… There's the other option…
He removes his hand and extends his right towards Wallace. "I understand that you had the displeasure of being locked in your body by my predecessor."
"Yeah… That-" His eyes shift to me before returning to… Oh great, now I'm going to have to call him 'Fate' too. He shakes his hand. "-happened. Do you not..?"
"No, but I see why you would be concerned. This is my own body. But it's no trouble at all to demonstrate." Without particular ceremony he reaches up and lifts off the Helmet of Fate, revealing…
Some bloke with long blonde hair. Not John. Maybe what John would look like after a century-long detox program and a body building course. He also doesn't have any of the weight holding him down that John has, the slight cringe that comes from having everyone around you die or be horribly injured again and again and knowing that you were to blame and that's it's going to happen again. This man is.. confident. Calm. Friendly. And there's enough difference in the structure of his face that I'm not worrying that John's done some sort of stupid bit of magic to reimagine himself.
"Ah! Forgive me. I shouldn't keep you all waiting out here, not if you're tracking down arcane artefacts which may have fallen into the hands of ne'er-do-well's. Please." He motions to the open door with his right arm while putting the Helmet under his left. "Come inside."
18:36 GMT -5
"Look, when I said 'maybe', that's exactly what I meant."
We're standing on the plaza, just in front of where the Tower appeared last time. Most of the team's gone home, or at least back to base. They've got their own cities to protect and their own homework to complete. Kaldur's here, because he considers it his responsibility to investigate, Richard, because he doesn't want to let me out of his sight. Kon's here, because I'm here. Wallace I suspect came because he knows why I didn't trust Fate from the start, and Artemis is here because he is.
Really didn't think that would work.
The whole thing in Alabama turned out to be a total waste of time; some idiot playing around with subsonics. I could have given him a truly soundproof room. Richard could have upgraded his control program to something that would allow him to monitor what he was doing. But having spent the better portion of the day trudging along a riverbed I decided not to, and Richard had already notified the police.
It's basically just a noise complaint. He'll probably get off with a fine.
Wallace looks at me curiously. "Fate's dead, right? I mean… That was what that whole thing was about."
"Brain dead. We destroyed his personality, but we couldn't work out how to completely cut his connection to the plane of order. In theory, the Tower's intelligence should still be capable of detecting us. And since we've been here before…"
Kaldur swings his right hand through the place where the doorway appeared during our last visit. "It does not appear to want to recognise us."
Richard waves a sensor wand across the same place. "I'm not detecting anything either." He turns to look at me. "I'm not an expert on magic, but maybe having the guy who killed Fate here isn't the best way to convince it to let us in."
Kon frowns. "Hey."
"He's.. got a point." And I really don't know how long John had in mind when he said not to go looking for him for a while. It's been four months... "But… You can come back here without me whenever you like." I look upwards towards where the top of the tower was. Feels like a lifetime ago I was fighting Klarion up there… "Tower, Klarion the Witch Boy is dead. No replacement Lord of Chaos has been sighted. We're in the middle of a case, and we would benefit from having access to your library."
"Oh El?" Wallace doesn't look either pleased or displeased. "You're not exactly… 'We'." Kon's eyes narrow slightly. "I mean, you resigned." Kon keeps glaring. "He did."
"I did." I crank my empathic vision up all the way, until the lights on the far side of the plaza start to hurt. No, nothing. "But I don't have anything better to do today, so unless you're telling me to leave, 'we' are 'we'."
Kaldur raises his right hand in order to stop a discussion… They have most likely had already. "If the Tower will not grant us access, then we-."
The door appears, then opens wide. And…
What?
Out strides a man in flowing blue robes with golden thread decoration, the Helmet of Fate sat upon his head. Empathic vision's giving me nothing. Ring scan-
Don't do that.
-not doing that. And that wasn't John's voice. And that isn't John's build or John's walk. John sidles forward. And he's never had that sort of musculature. This man is… Built like a superhero. And he strides purposefully. And if that was his voice my ring just spoke in, then their accents are different as well. The same faint trace of scouse, but none of the Londoner. Sounds a little… Welsh, maybe?
I take a definite step back. I am not prepared for fighting a Lord of Order.
"Good evening. What brings you to my home?"
The ring on my left hand is fizzling and crackling and.. heeeee's got it already, hasn't he?
There's some decidedly confused looking at one another from my team mates. But Kaldur's leader.
"Lord.. Fate. We were told that you were dead."
"Did you come here to check?"
And breathe. No constant references to 'fate'. He's not back, he's not back. Which still leaves the possibility that it's some other Order spirit pulling the strings. Huh, I never really thought about it, but… Did he actually call himself 'Lord Fate', or did other people pick it up based on the references he made?
"No. I apologise. I was simply surprised to see you."
"It's quite alright… Aqualad, yes?"
"You are correct." Kaldur turns slightly to the side, gesturing to the rest of us with his right hand. "And this is my team. You.. have met them before, but-."
"No, Nabu met them before. This is the first time for me. Ah! Where are my manners?" He holds his right hand out to Kaldur. "Lord Fate. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
"Aqualad." Kaldur takes his hand and they shake… Companionably enough.
Kon looks to me for some sort of clue about what's going on, but all I can do is shrug. Okay, Larfleeze's old ring looks like it's still -yep, that's a small box-construct- working. Perhaps the lack of AI means that it's not orderly enough? My spell eater is still cold so that wasn't a direct att.. ack. But… Power rings draw power from somewhere else which means-.
And now he's looking at me.
"Orange Lantern."
"Lord Fate." I hold out my left hand. "Ah, if you're planning on using the name."
"I may as well." He takes my hand with his left and… Nothing untoward happens. "I understand that the Justice League still have me listed on the active roster."
Ahhhhhhhhaaaaa…
Right. And that's the thing about masked secret identities. Kon can't pretend to be Kal-El; he's not big enough. But if another martian pretended to be J'onn J'onzz, no one who wasn't another martian would know it. Heck, the Justice League that formed during the One Year Later thing happened because one Firestorm gave the next Firestorm all his old Justice League gear. If something happened to Diana, would the next Wonder Woman get an automatic placement?
I somehow doubt that any of them have ever talked about it.
"They have Nabu on the active roster. I imagine that they'll want to talk to you before confirming the succession."
I'm aware there have been other Fates in the comics, but the only one I can remember right at this moment is Hector Hall and this man doesn't sound American. And… Jared something? I think he was American too?
Of course… There's the other option…
He removes his hand and extends his right towards Wallace. "I understand that you had the displeasure of being locked in your body by my predecessor."
"Yeah… That-" His eyes shift to me before returning to… Oh great, now I'm going to have to call him 'Fate' too. He shakes his hand. "-happened. Do you not..?"
"No, but I see why you would be concerned. This is my own body. But it's no trouble at all to demonstrate." Without particular ceremony he reaches up and lifts off the Helmet of Fate, revealing…
Some bloke with long blonde hair. Not John. Maybe what John would look like after a century-long detox program and a body building course. He also doesn't have any of the weight holding him down that John has, the slight cringe that comes from having everyone around you die or be horribly injured again and again and knowing that you were to blame and that's it's going to happen again. This man is.. confident. Calm. Friendly. And there's enough difference in the structure of his face that I'm not worrying that John's done some sort of stupid bit of magic to reimagine himself.
"Ah! Forgive me. I shouldn't keep you all waiting out here, not if you're tracking down arcane artefacts which may have fallen into the hands of ne'er-do-well's. Please." He motions to the open door with his right arm while putting the Helmet under his left. "Come inside."
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So does OL not recognize Golden boy?
GilliamYaeger
M'crazy.
...oh shit. You're right.
It really is Golden Boy. What the hell is he even doing here? Is he trying to figure out why his luck drain thingy isn't working on John anymore? At the very least he seems to have followed suit and become a Lord of Order himself. I wonder if he's also wearing a braindead Nabu?
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