With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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Crazy question, MrZoat (and apologies if you've had it asked before). How would the SI have reacted if he'd been dropped into the world of The Incredibles, assuming that he turned up with an appropriate Lantern as well as his ring?
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Hmm, If Lyta Trevor-hall is being mentioned, I wonder if her mother will show up.
Cliff notes version- When they decided having Wonder Woman being Fury's mother wouldn't work anymore, they made the golden age fury, a Greek gal who became an avatar of Tisiphone and became a superheroine in WW2.
Not aging is apparently a benefit for Fury avatars, she was still around in the modern age living on Paradise Island, she at some point became insane and thought that Queen Hippolyta is her mother, so the Amazons were taking care of an insane woman who, if angered, would physically transform into a primordial god of vengeance.
Kon could use a crazy aunt, and a crazy superhero sounds like a Paul project to me.
Cliff notes version- When they decided having Wonder Woman being Fury's mother wouldn't work anymore, they made the golden age fury, a Greek gal who became an avatar of Tisiphone and became a superheroine in WW2.
Not aging is apparently a benefit for Fury avatars, she was still around in the modern age living on Paradise Island, she at some point became insane and thought that Queen Hippolyta is her mother, so the Amazons were taking care of an insane woman who, if angered, would physically transform into a primordial god of vengeance.
Kon could use a crazy aunt, and a crazy superhero sounds like a Paul project to me.
Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
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he would befriend Edna....with the two of them bonding over capes...
Edna opening up to him of her guilt, how with all of the Supers who were killed by their cape, all of them had their costumes made by her....capes included..hence her dislike of them....
Nah, if anything, Paul is going to team up with Guy again to go Nazi-punching.
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Ha, now you have revealed yourself as an alien! You may not know this, but humans are in fact big balls of dysfunctional neurosis. We rarely let a trifling thing like "The Utility of Saving Lives" or the "Long Term Welfare of the Human Race" stand in the way of a good ol' Hate Boner!
You may want to PM @Jamie Roberts to get the most current version of the Human Emulation Program.
Dude, that is a lame argument. It is game changing even only fixing physical trauma.
Paul is being WAY to reasonable here. Sometimes people need others to slap them upside the head and tell them what a Massive Fuck Up they have been committing. This is a Ex-Nazi, who after taking sanctuary on their Island tried to finish her work/make something to redeem working for the Nazis. And she succeeded. Healing ray. Probable game changer, because the education it takes to be a Purple Ray technician is likely less than what it takes to become a ER doctor. The amazons never knew she had a working one in her shop because no one actually bothered to give enough 'Fucks' to go and check.
It is a little Grayven, but personally, I would claim it as salvage since the Amazons did not even try to do anything with it after several decades. Make several copies (heck, use his mobile drone setup with dumb AI/expert systems) and have them invade emergency rooms to heal trauma cases for free. Rename it from Purple Healing Ray to "The Amazons let millions of people die over the decades because they had the ability to save them with this technology, but did not actually give enough Fucks about you to bother. Also Athena the Goddess of Wisdom is a Twit for supporting such a bunch of ignorant morons - Ray" And have the drones call it that when asked. Have cute little 5 year olds make video testimonials say how the Ray saved their life, and how she is glad she was saves in spite of the Amazon Senate wanting her to die, and why didn't you even TRY to make the world a better place? etc. etc. ? And go to the palace and show them to the Queen and make her feel like shit.
Yes, I know this is way to far. But Paul is not going far enough. If he keeps soft selling the consequences the Amazons agenda has, will they ever even try to change? Public scorn and ridicule HAS been used to modify behavior, and here it could even be used for good instead of evil.
Remember Nabu? Paul was serious when he called him a Supervillain, and it flew right over Wonder Woman's head. Then she allowed Mr. Invasion of the Body Snatchers on the UN sponsored Superhero Team, and does not consider herself to have done anything wrong. Because she WAS hit with the Clue Bat, but Paul made the mistake of NOT HITTING HER HARD ENOUGH WITH IT.
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Ganurath
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Umm... I think that that's too Renegade for Renegade.
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Yo this is just unbelievably out of whack. He's not doing enough - he should try doing way too much?
You realize he's pretty much at the amazons mercy if they get pissy at his behavior and want to obstruct the changes he's pushing? That's if he doesn't intend to alienate Diana and Io by disobeying their orders.
Triumph of the Will (supplementary, Renegade option)
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5th April
11:18 GMT -6
The traitor lies at bay in a back alley in Birmingham, blood leaking through his shirt from where one of the government agents in pursuit of him managed to shoot him. Most wounds should have stopped bleeding by now, the blood vessels in the immediate vicinity having lost pressure and closed up. The fact that it hasn't is a very bad sign. He's propped himself up against a wall, unfamiliar gun in hand as he alternates between trying to check his injuries -of which the bullet wounds to his abdomen are only the worst- and keeping an eye on his surroundings. As I watch, he slumps a little, then blinks heavily, rapidly shaking his head. Trying to keep himself awake. Lack of sleep or lack of blood? Most likely both.
Dozy prat.
I turn to Jean. "Medical ready?"
"Of course, Mister Grayven. We are fully prepared."
"Then bring him through."
"Certainly." She tilts her head forwards slightly, horns faintly glowing. On the other side of the hush tube our traitor starts as he finds himself being lifted up and dragged through the air into what appears to be empty space. Fully alert, he tries bringing his gun to bear as he comes through.
I snatch it from him as Jean deposits him on a gurney. "Give me that."
"Fookin-!" It takes a moment for him to recognise me, then he slumps slightly.
"Doctor Robbins, shut it-" The tube disappears. "-down. Thank you. Right, you." I stab my right forefinger at the injured man. "Firstly, stop swearing in front of my daughter. Secondly, what the heck did you think you were playing at?"
"Fook off. I've been shot."
"I can't imagine why that happened."
"You were the one who gave me those fookin' fiyals. What'd'ja think I was gonna do with 'em?"
"I gave them to you because I wanted to demonstrate the nature of the people you work for. I thought you'd use your position to gather more information. Gather allies. Plan, like I know they tried to train you to. I didn't expect you to try killing them all off yourself one by one. You-" I poke at him, finger stopping just above the wound. "-are a Muppet."
Chester Black flops back onto the gurney, closing his eyes. "Do yeh just wanneh run your mouth fer a bit before I peg it, or were you actually plannin' on fixin' this?"
"Small problem there, Chester." I display my fists. "I don't have access to an orange power ring any longer."
His eyes open a crack. "You got a yellow one."
"Yes, but for reasons which I presume stem from overfamiliarity you don't actually fear death. I don't fear you dying." I relax my mind for a moment, letting my ring detect local ambient fear. There we go. A sheet of pale yellow light passes over him and the flow of blood slows and then halts. "There. Now at least you won't bleed to death."
"Ah, come on mate. At least give me some fookin' morphine or somethin'. Ah can't focus well enough t'block the pain out."
"Alright. Lower your barrier. Jean, help him out."
Chester grunts and Jean's horns glow once more. "Could werk on yer bedside manneh there, love."
"Mister Black, I have no desire to touch your brain any more than I absolutely have to." Two G-Prometheans come forwards and take hold of either side of the gurney, ready to wheel him into the actual medical section of Challenger Mountain.
"Hate to love you and leave you, Chester, but you do rather need surgery and I have an appointment to get to. Don't make a nuisance of yourself while I'm gone."
"Ahright, jus-."
"And just to make sure, I'll be leaving you in Vera's capable hands."
"Oh, fook me. Haven't I suffered enough?"
"I heard that, you dirty little toe rag." Vera pointedly steps into his field of vision and flicks him on the forehead with her right forefinger.
"Ow!"
"Had me worried sick, you did, just disappearin' like that."
"Miss Black did remain on the inside to gather intelligence. This is because she's not a nitwit. And stop swearing, you'll give Lynne bad habits. Miss Black, he's all yours. Doctor Robbins?" A new hush tube opens in front of me and I hold out my right hand. "Poppet?" Clearly not quite sure what to make of Chester, she gives his gurney a wide berth as she walks over to me and takes hold of my hand. Then we walk through the tube.
5th April
12:21 GMT -5
A few Metropolians step urgently away from us as we appear from thin air, but after a few seconds they either recognise me, or spot that if I didn't attack immediately that I'm probably not going to and carry on about their business. Sinestro, call Lex. Directly, please. And identify me this time.
As you wish, Corpsman.
My first meeting with my compatriots in the Light. Obviously, most of us won't be meeting in person. Lex has an ultra-secure communication room in one of his tower's sub basements and as the two legitimate members of the group there's really no reason for me not to visit him near-openly. Plus, he's the one I respect the most. That should help me to remain civil with the rest.
"Lex here."
"Afternoon Lex. Does the LexCorp Metropolis building have a crèche?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
"I need to deposit my daughter there while we have our meeting. I could just leave her in my mountain, but she needs to spend time with children her own age."
For a moment, he's completely silent. I fondly hope that I just gobsmacked him. I haven't been hiding in Challenger Mountain, but at the same time I very much doubt that he's been able to arrange for someone to spy on me. Yet, anyway.
"That won't be a problem. I'll have Mercy keep an eye on her for you."
"Cheers. See you in a moment." Hang up. I glance down to where Lynne's busy taking in the city. "Lynne?" She looks up at me. "Since you're almost certainly never going to see any of these children again, I'm not going to ask you to make friends. But try and be sociable, alright?" She nods. Sinestro, hush tube to wherever Lex is.
The circle flickers into being just ahead of us and we appear in a corridor in the LexCorp building. Lex looks around, his face betraying no surprise as he takes in both myself and Lynne. Miss Graves moved to give her arm gun a clear line of sight if she needed it, but she lowers it again almost fast enough to prevent me noticing.
"Grayven. Good to see you." Lex smiles as he steps forwards, holding out his right hand. I pull mine free of Lynne for a moment and clasp his, taking care not to squeeze too tightly. "And Miss..?"
"Lynne Wayland. Lynne, say hello to the n-. To the man."
Lynne steps forwards, holding out her right hand. "Hello Mister Luthor."
"Hello Lynne." He very gently shakes her hand, then turns to Miss Graves. "Mercy, show Miss Wayland to the daycare center." Miss Graves bends slightly and holds out her left hand to Lynne, who cautiously walks over to her.
"Lynne, I'll come and pick you up in about an hour." She nods, then allows Miss Graves to lead her away down the corridor towards the lifts back up to the above ground portion of the building. Obviously Lynne's wearing low profile armour under her clothes and has a couple of drones hovering invisibly around her, but it's nice that Lex is willing to make an effort. "Have fun!"
Lex watches her go. "I must admit, I had no idea that you had a daughter."
"Oh, I adopted her. Apokoliptian tradition. Is, ah… Is everyone ready?"
"Of course. If you'll follow me, we can begin."
He walks over to a nearby terminal and stands there while it scans his fingerprints, and retina. A moment later the exceedingly heavy door next to it slides open and he leads me inside. "Obviously, now that you're one of us I can give you the specifications so that you can build one in your own mountain. No sense in you coming here every time." I take a look around. The room itself is bare. Utilitarian. The screens at the far end and the imaging equipment are all top of the line, but… "I did consider having it decorated, but I'm not in here enough to justify it. Activate."
The screens flicker on. The Brain appears first, his robotic casing appearing to the right of the centre. A moment later Ra's al Ghul appears to the left followed by Vandal Savage in the centre. He stares down at me for a moment. Oh right, he's the chairman, isn't he? No idea how that happened.
"Grayven. Thank you for joining us."
"You're welcome, Savage. Glad to be here. Now let's get this show on the road. First order of business?"
"To inform you that you are not the only person joining us today."
"Oh?"
"With Klarion's death, the Light have need of a new magician."
"Makes sense." I'd rather have been consulted, but I suppose they didn't need to until today. "Who's the lucky person?" Fingers crossed for Circe.
The screen to the right of Brain activates and-. Oooooooh dear.
"Mister Grayven." He smiles at me like someone who read about Human facial expression in a book once. Then practised in a mirror for a bit. "Were you expecting someone other than Mordru?"
11:18 GMT -6
The traitor lies at bay in a back alley in Birmingham, blood leaking through his shirt from where one of the government agents in pursuit of him managed to shoot him. Most wounds should have stopped bleeding by now, the blood vessels in the immediate vicinity having lost pressure and closed up. The fact that it hasn't is a very bad sign. He's propped himself up against a wall, unfamiliar gun in hand as he alternates between trying to check his injuries -of which the bullet wounds to his abdomen are only the worst- and keeping an eye on his surroundings. As I watch, he slumps a little, then blinks heavily, rapidly shaking his head. Trying to keep himself awake. Lack of sleep or lack of blood? Most likely both.
Dozy prat.
I turn to Jean. "Medical ready?"
"Of course, Mister Grayven. We are fully prepared."
"Then bring him through."
"Certainly." She tilts her head forwards slightly, horns faintly glowing. On the other side of the hush tube our traitor starts as he finds himself being lifted up and dragged through the air into what appears to be empty space. Fully alert, he tries bringing his gun to bear as he comes through.
I snatch it from him as Jean deposits him on a gurney. "Give me that."
"Fookin-!" It takes a moment for him to recognise me, then he slumps slightly.
"Doctor Robbins, shut it-" The tube disappears. "-down. Thank you. Right, you." I stab my right forefinger at the injured man. "Firstly, stop swearing in front of my daughter. Secondly, what the heck did you think you were playing at?"
"Fook off. I've been shot."
"I can't imagine why that happened."
"You were the one who gave me those fookin' fiyals. What'd'ja think I was gonna do with 'em?"
"I gave them to you because I wanted to demonstrate the nature of the people you work for. I thought you'd use your position to gather more information. Gather allies. Plan, like I know they tried to train you to. I didn't expect you to try killing them all off yourself one by one. You-" I poke at him, finger stopping just above the wound. "-are a Muppet."
Chester Black flops back onto the gurney, closing his eyes. "Do yeh just wanneh run your mouth fer a bit before I peg it, or were you actually plannin' on fixin' this?"
"Small problem there, Chester." I display my fists. "I don't have access to an orange power ring any longer."
His eyes open a crack. "You got a yellow one."
"Yes, but for reasons which I presume stem from overfamiliarity you don't actually fear death. I don't fear you dying." I relax my mind for a moment, letting my ring detect local ambient fear. There we go. A sheet of pale yellow light passes over him and the flow of blood slows and then halts. "There. Now at least you won't bleed to death."
"Ah, come on mate. At least give me some fookin' morphine or somethin'. Ah can't focus well enough t'block the pain out."
"Alright. Lower your barrier. Jean, help him out."
Chester grunts and Jean's horns glow once more. "Could werk on yer bedside manneh there, love."
"Mister Black, I have no desire to touch your brain any more than I absolutely have to." Two G-Prometheans come forwards and take hold of either side of the gurney, ready to wheel him into the actual medical section of Challenger Mountain.
"Hate to love you and leave you, Chester, but you do rather need surgery and I have an appointment to get to. Don't make a nuisance of yourself while I'm gone."
"Ahright, jus-."
"And just to make sure, I'll be leaving you in Vera's capable hands."
"Oh, fook me. Haven't I suffered enough?"
"I heard that, you dirty little toe rag." Vera pointedly steps into his field of vision and flicks him on the forehead with her right forefinger.
"Ow!"
"Had me worried sick, you did, just disappearin' like that."
"Miss Black did remain on the inside to gather intelligence. This is because she's not a nitwit. And stop swearing, you'll give Lynne bad habits. Miss Black, he's all yours. Doctor Robbins?" A new hush tube opens in front of me and I hold out my right hand. "Poppet?" Clearly not quite sure what to make of Chester, she gives his gurney a wide berth as she walks over to me and takes hold of my hand. Then we walk through the tube.
5th April
12:21 GMT -5
A few Metropolians step urgently away from us as we appear from thin air, but after a few seconds they either recognise me, or spot that if I didn't attack immediately that I'm probably not going to and carry on about their business. Sinestro, call Lex. Directly, please. And identify me this time.
As you wish, Corpsman.
My first meeting with my compatriots in the Light. Obviously, most of us won't be meeting in person. Lex has an ultra-secure communication room in one of his tower's sub basements and as the two legitimate members of the group there's really no reason for me not to visit him near-openly. Plus, he's the one I respect the most. That should help me to remain civil with the rest.
"Lex here."
"Afternoon Lex. Does the LexCorp Metropolis building have a crèche?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
"I need to deposit my daughter there while we have our meeting. I could just leave her in my mountain, but she needs to spend time with children her own age."
For a moment, he's completely silent. I fondly hope that I just gobsmacked him. I haven't been hiding in Challenger Mountain, but at the same time I very much doubt that he's been able to arrange for someone to spy on me. Yet, anyway.
"That won't be a problem. I'll have Mercy keep an eye on her for you."
"Cheers. See you in a moment." Hang up. I glance down to where Lynne's busy taking in the city. "Lynne?" She looks up at me. "Since you're almost certainly never going to see any of these children again, I'm not going to ask you to make friends. But try and be sociable, alright?" She nods. Sinestro, hush tube to wherever Lex is.
The circle flickers into being just ahead of us and we appear in a corridor in the LexCorp building. Lex looks around, his face betraying no surprise as he takes in both myself and Lynne. Miss Graves moved to give her arm gun a clear line of sight if she needed it, but she lowers it again almost fast enough to prevent me noticing.
"Grayven. Good to see you." Lex smiles as he steps forwards, holding out his right hand. I pull mine free of Lynne for a moment and clasp his, taking care not to squeeze too tightly. "And Miss..?"
"Lynne Wayland. Lynne, say hello to the n-. To the man."
Lynne steps forwards, holding out her right hand. "Hello Mister Luthor."
"Hello Lynne." He very gently shakes her hand, then turns to Miss Graves. "Mercy, show Miss Wayland to the daycare center." Miss Graves bends slightly and holds out her left hand to Lynne, who cautiously walks over to her.
"Lynne, I'll come and pick you up in about an hour." She nods, then allows Miss Graves to lead her away down the corridor towards the lifts back up to the above ground portion of the building. Obviously Lynne's wearing low profile armour under her clothes and has a couple of drones hovering invisibly around her, but it's nice that Lex is willing to make an effort. "Have fun!"
Lex watches her go. "I must admit, I had no idea that you had a daughter."
"Oh, I adopted her. Apokoliptian tradition. Is, ah… Is everyone ready?"
"Of course. If you'll follow me, we can begin."
He walks over to a nearby terminal and stands there while it scans his fingerprints, and retina. A moment later the exceedingly heavy door next to it slides open and he leads me inside. "Obviously, now that you're one of us I can give you the specifications so that you can build one in your own mountain. No sense in you coming here every time." I take a look around. The room itself is bare. Utilitarian. The screens at the far end and the imaging equipment are all top of the line, but… "I did consider having it decorated, but I'm not in here enough to justify it. Activate."
The screens flicker on. The Brain appears first, his robotic casing appearing to the right of the centre. A moment later Ra's al Ghul appears to the left followed by Vandal Savage in the centre. He stares down at me for a moment. Oh right, he's the chairman, isn't he? No idea how that happened.
"Grayven. Thank you for joining us."
"You're welcome, Savage. Glad to be here. Now let's get this show on the road. First order of business?"
"To inform you that you are not the only person joining us today."
"Oh?"
"With Klarion's death, the Light have need of a new magician."
"Makes sense." I'd rather have been consulted, but I suppose they didn't need to until today. "Who's the lucky person?" Fingers crossed for Circe.
The screen to the right of Brain activates and-. Oooooooh dear.
"Mister Grayven." He smiles at me like someone who read about Human facial expression in a book once. Then practised in a mirror for a bit. "Were you expecting someone other than Mordru?"
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Empiricist2
Let's play doctor!
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Huh. First time Chester has been actually present in a scene. He had a phone call or two, but that's it.
That's a pretty good description for the face he's making.
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I think you're missing the "what" there.
Lex: I'm nice! Mercy, tell them how nice I am!
Mercy: Of course, Lex. You're very nice. So are Zerg.
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I take it Mordru is a dunce?
Emerald Oracle
Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force
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For those who don't know, Mordru is a Lord of Chaos like Klarion. He was a perennial foe of the Justice Society and the Legion of Superheroes.
He is also very much not stable. Hell, he'd pull exactly the same sort of stunt Klarion did if he felt like it! You'd think the Light would know better than to invite another Lord of Chaos after what the last one did. Still, I suppose his ability to maintain a presence in the long term does mean he has some ability to manage himself. He managed to be a foe of prominent superheroes across millenia, and even managed to conquer worlds at times.
Hm, I hope that Grayven uses this as the opportunity it is though. Mordru's true form is that of an energy being, much like Nabu. He's presently possessing the body of one of the greatest mage's Earth has ever produced, Arion of Atlantis. It'd be interesting if Grayven were to do to Mordru what Paul did to Black Adam.
He is also very much not stable. Hell, he'd pull exactly the same sort of stunt Klarion did if he felt like it! You'd think the Light would know better than to invite another Lord of Chaos after what the last one did. Still, I suppose his ability to maintain a presence in the long term does mean he has some ability to manage himself. He managed to be a foe of prominent superheroes across millenia, and even managed to conquer worlds at times.
Hm, I hope that Grayven uses this as the opportunity it is though. Mordru's true form is that of an energy being, much like Nabu. He's presently possessing the body of one of the greatest mage's Earth has ever produced, Arion of Atlantis. It'd be interesting if Grayven were to do to Mordru what Paul did to Black Adam.
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Nah he's just fucking nuts. More of a "blow up the world" type than taking it over.
PostwarGryphon
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An incompetent evidently, judging by Gravyen's reaction.
Ganurath
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He's a Lord of Chaos of the same species as Nabu.
Kinda disappointed that they didn't make an offer to Papa Midnite, since he did Lex's wards.
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Thank you, corrected.
He is?
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More like another Lord of Chaos that is about as evil as Klarion, if not worse.
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