Worked out pretty well for Slade actually. He got to come back from the dead with that shit.
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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Twelve)
- Thread starter Mr Zoat
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Worked out pretty well for Slade actually. He got to come back from the dead with that shit.
Knightfall
Nui lover and Slaaneshi
- Location
- New York, New York
That is because Ron Pearlman Slade scares everyone.
And will also badtouch you.
Simmr001
Aquaman 2018 Fan Club President. I prefer Bob.
- Location
- Crawley, West Sussex
- Pronouns
- he/him
Mongul heard about the reach on earth and tried to mercy kill us, no light involvement their
I could be misremembering, but I thought it was Vandal Savage that whispered into Mongul's ear to encourage him to get involved.
It was. During the GL trial in the audience.
Edit: Light was attempting to play their whole "win/win/win" by disrupting the Reach (to make easier to backstab), distract YJ from fighting the Reach (to weaken their defences), and also try to gain control of the War World. They did a good job of having the Light trying to set things up so that however it fell out they'd reap some benefit (well, scaled up to supervillain levels, I mean you gotta be pretty darn reckless to call multiple alien invasions on your home planet in the hopes of turning an advantage).
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dhasenan
always lowercase
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Why did it take me three read-throughs to realize that Grayven was talking to Savage?
Because Savage is that pointless.
Triumph of the Will (supplementary, Renegade option)
- Location
- Hampden Park
5th April
19:14 GMT -1
"…a Sea Pony, okay?" Miss Shimmer takes another extremely nervous look out into the murk surrounding us. "I thought you were taking me to a university."
Sunset Shimmer needed books on magic. I could have tried borrowing something from Zatanna, but I'd much rather develop my own resource base. So, where does an aspiring supervillain go to get magic books?
Venturia, of course.
Lynne tilts her head to the side as we continue to descend. "Why is this freaking you out so much?"
"I grew up on a mountain! I don't even know how to swim as a Pony!"
Most Atlantean City-States are democratic, in varying fashions. Nanaue is oligarchic but it still has a healthy degree of political debate at all levels of society. Only Venturia is still autocratic, and I get the impression that the only reason why King Orin hasn't taken steps to do something about that is that Queen Clea is in her late eighties and it's easier to just wait for her to die and for her reform-minded daughter to inherit than it is to force the issue. In the meantime, her word is law. She directly appoints Senators to the national senate and woe betide them if they vote out of line. I'd rather fly under the radar… Or sonar, but if I get spotted telling her about my falling out with Diana should bring a smile to her face.
I turn to look at my former-Pony mountain guest. "Um. Being honest, Miss Shimmer: being able to swim when you're this deep probably wouldn't help."
"How do people live down here?"
"They have magic to clear away the murk and generate light, but they only use it around the actual city. They used to have a different policy, but then there was a war… Making sure the enemy can't reliably target you is a reasonable precaution."
"I mean, how do they breathe? They can't keep casting water breathing charms the whole time."
"A very long time ago, one of their mages came up with a way to alter Atlantean citizens so that they could breathe water. Purebloods gained extra-Human strength and endurance as well. They can also still breathe air and look unaltered, even if you know what to look for. Atlanteans who aren't Purebloods generally look like they've had bits of aquatic animal grafted to them. Sometimes-" I tap the right side of my neck with my right hand. "-just gills, which are more a manifestation of an imperfect spell than anything else. Sometimes they have fish tails… Other times they're barely recognisable as Human, looking more like the aquatic animal they're emulating."
Lynne looks away from where she's trying to spot the city. "Why did they do that?"
"Their continent was sinking." She frowns as the ridiculousness of the statement shocks her out of her normal reluctance to contradict me. "I know that doesn't make sense, I don't know how it happened and they themselves lost so many records in the struggle to survive… We may never know the truth of it. But, their ancient cities now lie strewn across the depths of the North Atlantic, Venturia being the southernmost."
Miss Shimmer tenses the right side of her mouth. "I guess if they can do that to their bodies they must know something about Human magic. But I don't really want to turn myself into a fish."
"But you do want to turn yourself into an Alicorn, yes? Picking up a few books on biomancy and thaumaturgical notation seems like a good place to start."
"There's more to being an Alicorn than just the shape, but… Yeah." She exhales heavily. "And learning your notation can't be any harder than learning your regular language."
Turns out that while Wilsonian Ponies don't speak English, Wilson does have a single dominant language spoken by most intelligent creatures. Learning how many Humans have was a surprise to her. At the moment the G-Gnomes are trying to fast-teach her English, augmenting normal lessons with telepathy to reinforce links between familiar and unfamiliar concepts. Without knowing the language she already speaks they can't safely dump a new language into her head. They can do constant real time translation but she doesn't want to be dependent on them any more than she does on my ring. On the plus side, once she's learned one local language the G-Gnomes can feed her the rest as fast as her brain can handle.
"I think I can see it!"
Lynne points downwards through the ring generated bubble surrounding us. Can't see anything myself… I take my goggles out of subspace and put them on. Ah yes, there we go. "I think you're right. Which should mean-" The murk around us suddenly cuts out, the blackness behind us emphasising the light shining from the fleshcrafted bioluminescent lamp creatures which mark the edge of the city's territory. They serve to create an artificial night sky for the city's inhabitants, as well as marking 'acceptable' approach channels into the city proper. "-that we're nearly here."
The city itself clearly has a high degree of commonality with Poseidonis, but the differences stand out as well. The free range plant life of the Poseidonis streets is absent, and the buildings are generally shorter and thicker set, almost bunker like. Some are brick or stone, while others seem to be organic, made from a fleshcrafted material.
"Over there." Miss Shimmer points to our left. "I think they've seen us."
Lynne and I tear our eyes away from the city as a patrol squad swims in our direction. Ahead of the Atlanteans comes a small swarm of Voltaic Rays and Sorcerer Eels. Expendable biological drones controlled by a member of the patrol group. In a fight against me they'd be more inconvenient than anything else, but against… Say, other Atlanteans, they'd stun, disrupt magic, bite and finally explode. Venturia has a combat doctrine far in advance of what the rest of Atlantis has. Behind them come the actual soldiers, Eelfolk in armour enchanted to camouflage them in whatever fashion suits the local environment best. Tail aside, Eelfolk look pretty much like fish tailed Atlanteans… Until they open their mouths, anyway. Behind them swims the mage… Ah, interesting. Due to how relatively shallow they are, Venturia and its sister city Aurania are the only places with significant Dolphinfolk populations. This is the first time I've seen one in the flesh, though. Like the Sharkfolk, they paid the price for being early adopters of the shapeshifting spells, in their case being incapable of breathing underwater without further magics. As an advantage, they don't look much different to normal Humans and can usually switch back between Dolphin-tailed and Human-legged shapes relatively easily. This one is currently tailed for the extra speed.
"Helmets on, girls." Lynne dons hers without complaint, while Miss Shimmer makes a disgruntled face as she scoops up her hair to try and fit inside. Though they won't really be able to swim down here, the suits they're wearing will protect them and provide them with air.
A few of the Sorcerer Eels come in closer, no doubt relaying what they're seeing to their master. The Atlanteans come to a relative stop some fifty metres away and one of the Eelfolk raises her right hand. "Ho, stranger! Identify yourself and state your business!"
No command to halt, I note. Underwater it usually wouldn't be practical. "I am Grayven. This is my daughter Lynne Wayland and my…" How to describe our relationship? "Student, Sunset Shimmer. We're visiting for the purposes of tourism and shopping."
"From where do you hail?"
"What, originally? I'm from Apokolips, Lynne's from the United States and Miss Shimmer's from Equestria." My magnified vision shows her puzzlement. "Yes, that didn't tell you anything, did it? Would it help if I promised that we're not here for the purpose of gathering military intelligence or picking a fight?"
I see her lips move slightly. Some sort of communication spell? A moment later the shape of the shoal around us changes slightly, pointing us in the direction of one of the approach corridors. "Follow that entry route. You'll be met by a escort detail at the city entrance. You will remain with them for the duration of your visit. Do you understand?"
I nods. "Of course. Completely. We'll behave ourselves. Will they be able to show us around?"
"Ah." It occurs to me that Venturia isn't exactly a tourist hotspot. "They.. should be able to?"
"Thank you." I focus and the sphere drifts in the direction indicated. "We'll get out of your way."
The fish start peeling off, returning to keep station around their handlers. Looking out into the waters I can see dozens of other patrol groups on duty around the edge of the boundary. I suppose that I shouldn't be surprised that this place is a bit police-state-ey.
"Will they let us visit their universities?"
"Hmmm. I was really thinking more about their bookshops. But they should. Higher level stuff will probably be considered a state secret for mages of proven loyalty only, but what we're looking for are things that are common knowledge in Atlantean society. Accessing it really shouldn't be a problem."
19:14 GMT -1
"…a Sea Pony, okay?" Miss Shimmer takes another extremely nervous look out into the murk surrounding us. "I thought you were taking me to a university."
Sunset Shimmer needed books on magic. I could have tried borrowing something from Zatanna, but I'd much rather develop my own resource base. So, where does an aspiring supervillain go to get magic books?
Venturia, of course.
Lynne tilts her head to the side as we continue to descend. "Why is this freaking you out so much?"
"I grew up on a mountain! I don't even know how to swim as a Pony!"
Most Atlantean City-States are democratic, in varying fashions. Nanaue is oligarchic but it still has a healthy degree of political debate at all levels of society. Only Venturia is still autocratic, and I get the impression that the only reason why King Orin hasn't taken steps to do something about that is that Queen Clea is in her late eighties and it's easier to just wait for her to die and for her reform-minded daughter to inherit than it is to force the issue. In the meantime, her word is law. She directly appoints Senators to the national senate and woe betide them if they vote out of line. I'd rather fly under the radar… Or sonar, but if I get spotted telling her about my falling out with Diana should bring a smile to her face.
I turn to look at my former-Pony mountain guest. "Um. Being honest, Miss Shimmer: being able to swim when you're this deep probably wouldn't help."
"How do people live down here?"
"They have magic to clear away the murk and generate light, but they only use it around the actual city. They used to have a different policy, but then there was a war… Making sure the enemy can't reliably target you is a reasonable precaution."
"I mean, how do they breathe? They can't keep casting water breathing charms the whole time."
"A very long time ago, one of their mages came up with a way to alter Atlantean citizens so that they could breathe water. Purebloods gained extra-Human strength and endurance as well. They can also still breathe air and look unaltered, even if you know what to look for. Atlanteans who aren't Purebloods generally look like they've had bits of aquatic animal grafted to them. Sometimes-" I tap the right side of my neck with my right hand. "-just gills, which are more a manifestation of an imperfect spell than anything else. Sometimes they have fish tails… Other times they're barely recognisable as Human, looking more like the aquatic animal they're emulating."
Lynne looks away from where she's trying to spot the city. "Why did they do that?"
"Their continent was sinking." She frowns as the ridiculousness of the statement shocks her out of her normal reluctance to contradict me. "I know that doesn't make sense, I don't know how it happened and they themselves lost so many records in the struggle to survive… We may never know the truth of it. But, their ancient cities now lie strewn across the depths of the North Atlantic, Venturia being the southernmost."
Miss Shimmer tenses the right side of her mouth. "I guess if they can do that to their bodies they must know something about Human magic. But I don't really want to turn myself into a fish."
"But you do want to turn yourself into an Alicorn, yes? Picking up a few books on biomancy and thaumaturgical notation seems like a good place to start."
"There's more to being an Alicorn than just the shape, but… Yeah." She exhales heavily. "And learning your notation can't be any harder than learning your regular language."
Turns out that while Wilsonian Ponies don't speak English, Wilson does have a single dominant language spoken by most intelligent creatures. Learning how many Humans have was a surprise to her. At the moment the G-Gnomes are trying to fast-teach her English, augmenting normal lessons with telepathy to reinforce links between familiar and unfamiliar concepts. Without knowing the language she already speaks they can't safely dump a new language into her head. They can do constant real time translation but she doesn't want to be dependent on them any more than she does on my ring. On the plus side, once she's learned one local language the G-Gnomes can feed her the rest as fast as her brain can handle.
"I think I can see it!"
Lynne points downwards through the ring generated bubble surrounding us. Can't see anything myself… I take my goggles out of subspace and put them on. Ah yes, there we go. "I think you're right. Which should mean-" The murk around us suddenly cuts out, the blackness behind us emphasising the light shining from the fleshcrafted bioluminescent lamp creatures which mark the edge of the city's territory. They serve to create an artificial night sky for the city's inhabitants, as well as marking 'acceptable' approach channels into the city proper. "-that we're nearly here."
The city itself clearly has a high degree of commonality with Poseidonis, but the differences stand out as well. The free range plant life of the Poseidonis streets is absent, and the buildings are generally shorter and thicker set, almost bunker like. Some are brick or stone, while others seem to be organic, made from a fleshcrafted material.
"Over there." Miss Shimmer points to our left. "I think they've seen us."
Lynne and I tear our eyes away from the city as a patrol squad swims in our direction. Ahead of the Atlanteans comes a small swarm of Voltaic Rays and Sorcerer Eels. Expendable biological drones controlled by a member of the patrol group. In a fight against me they'd be more inconvenient than anything else, but against… Say, other Atlanteans, they'd stun, disrupt magic, bite and finally explode. Venturia has a combat doctrine far in advance of what the rest of Atlantis has. Behind them come the actual soldiers, Eelfolk in armour enchanted to camouflage them in whatever fashion suits the local environment best. Tail aside, Eelfolk look pretty much like fish tailed Atlanteans… Until they open their mouths, anyway. Behind them swims the mage… Ah, interesting. Due to how relatively shallow they are, Venturia and its sister city Aurania are the only places with significant Dolphinfolk populations. This is the first time I've seen one in the flesh, though. Like the Sharkfolk, they paid the price for being early adopters of the shapeshifting spells, in their case being incapable of breathing underwater without further magics. As an advantage, they don't look much different to normal Humans and can usually switch back between Dolphin-tailed and Human-legged shapes relatively easily. This one is currently tailed for the extra speed.
"Helmets on, girls." Lynne dons hers without complaint, while Miss Shimmer makes a disgruntled face as she scoops up her hair to try and fit inside. Though they won't really be able to swim down here, the suits they're wearing will protect them and provide them with air.
A few of the Sorcerer Eels come in closer, no doubt relaying what they're seeing to their master. The Atlanteans come to a relative stop some fifty metres away and one of the Eelfolk raises her right hand. "Ho, stranger! Identify yourself and state your business!"
No command to halt, I note. Underwater it usually wouldn't be practical. "I am Grayven. This is my daughter Lynne Wayland and my…" How to describe our relationship? "Student, Sunset Shimmer. We're visiting for the purposes of tourism and shopping."
"From where do you hail?"
"What, originally? I'm from Apokolips, Lynne's from the United States and Miss Shimmer's from Equestria." My magnified vision shows her puzzlement. "Yes, that didn't tell you anything, did it? Would it help if I promised that we're not here for the purpose of gathering military intelligence or picking a fight?"
I see her lips move slightly. Some sort of communication spell? A moment later the shape of the shoal around us changes slightly, pointing us in the direction of one of the approach corridors. "Follow that entry route. You'll be met by a escort detail at the city entrance. You will remain with them for the duration of your visit. Do you understand?"
I nods. "Of course. Completely. We'll behave ourselves. Will they be able to show us around?"
"Ah." It occurs to me that Venturia isn't exactly a tourist hotspot. "They.. should be able to?"
"Thank you." I focus and the sphere drifts in the direction indicated. "We'll get out of your way."
The fish start peeling off, returning to keep station around their handlers. Looking out into the waters I can see dozens of other patrol groups on duty around the edge of the boundary. I suppose that I shouldn't be surprised that this place is a bit police-state-ey.
"Will they let us visit their universities?"
"Hmmm. I was really thinking more about their bookshops. But they should. Higher level stuff will probably be considered a state secret for mages of proven loyalty only, but what we're looking for are things that are common knowledge in Atlantean society. Accessing it really shouldn't be a problem."
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Emerald Oracle
Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force
- Location
- The Else
Hm. Queen Clea of Atlantis says one thing to me. Skartaris! I realize it may be just a reference and there may be no Hollow Earth, but really, that would be so sad. To quote the great master scientist Doctor Dinosaur: "CRYYYSSTALLLLLLSSSSS!!!!!!"
Ganurath
Literal Enthusiast
- Location
- A Valid Location
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
- Location
- Australia
They also have bitching electric guitar sections in their poppy songs.
Sirens are much better....they can fly and everything...
- Location
- Leeds
I'll be honest I caught up with this thread by binging the story only and I basically skipped all the renegade posts.
EnygmaSoul
Company of Negotiable Virtue
- Location
- In your eyes and in your arms and in your head.
You know, Zoat, one of the things I love the most about this story is your sheer attention to detail. It may have seemed excessive to some people, but I could tell you put a significant amount of thought into exactly how this particular Atlantean city-state's military forces would deploy and interact with unexpected visitors. Thinking through things so thoroughly for the sake of a one-off scene element that is very unlikely to be relevant again? It's just....quality world building, and I want to let you know it's appreciated.
They start out pretty heavy-handed, don't they?
Takes time, but Renegade comes into its own tale. It's a different story, with different tones and focus. It plays with elements that Paragon doesn't touch, so I consider it well worthwhile. Renegade's Abberance arc was pretty much definitively superior, for example.
Silverias
Seeing is Believing
- Location
- Squiddy Places
That's because Aberrance was a renegade episode
Jamie Roberts
Hávamál 127
- Location
- N/A
- Pronouns
- she/her
"Fool's Canon" eh? Well it would seem that the fools have it today.
- Location
- Leeds
Honestly I though they where mostly lolz could do this (The first thing with the venom) or ways to point out things that the Justice league where doing stupidly (Stop giving Lex Luthor ammunition to use against you.) It wasn't until the New Genesis people came round and I read one out of morbid curiosity that I realised that he was still vemon buster enhanced and that these where a coherent narrative. By that point I thought 'Fuck it, I'm not going to go hunt down all of these that I skipped.' and decide to just pretend that they weren't a thing.
- Location
- Seattle
Minded.
- Location
- United States
According to the author, the difference between our SI and Renegade OL is one bad day in the office. While Renegade has some moments where he is an asshole, he also has some moments where he does something cathartic. He represents the side of us that is usually repressed by society, and his power lets him do what he wants. He eventually starts getting called out for his aggressiveness and it all comes into a head in "Stars, Crossed" when he leaves the Team to join the Light (while still being Batman's inside man, of course).
- Location
- South of North
...I thought it was because the ancient King of Atlantis drained most of the magic in the world to forge a trident capable of fighting off Cthulhu-er, I mean Icthultu after it fled Thanagar?
The mystical energy drain must have dissolved the foundation of the continent I suppose...or some bullshit like that...
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- Location
- Hampden Park
Oh, no. I've got plans for this place.
Thank you, corrected.
Reasonably sure that was DCAU only.
The Bushranger
In the Danger Zone
- Location
- TSAB Asura
frozenchicken
Does not have a custom title.
Wilsonian? Did you mean Equestrian?
- Status