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Victor be like: Pfff not getting more for less is what poor people and immigrants do.
......You know, I was writing that as a joke, but now I feel like that's something he would say
Brockton's Celestial Forge (Worm/Jumpchain)
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Victor be like: Pfff not getting more for less is what poor people and immigrants do.
......You know, I was writing that as a joke, but now I feel like that's something he would say
The fact that he is an immigrant, and I still can picture him saying that, because he is 'better than that' (Read: has no self awareness whatsoever), is hilarious.
Cauldron Negotiations (AmberSlime)
So after it was revealed that Alchemy had slipped out of the bag, I got the idea of Cauldron trying to preserve or promote it; after all, Alchemy was a kind of Superpower, and the more people that had Superpowers, the better chance humanity has against Scion. I imagined that Alchemy getting out into the world could be the catalyst to Joe meeting and interacting with Cauldron. This Omake is the result of that train of thought. I hope you enjoy it!
Right off the bat, I was already very uncomfortable. This wasn't because of the reasons you might think. I got the impression my hosts were actively trying to put me in as amenable a mood as possible, and while they were starting off with the carrot approach, I got the feeling they wouldn't hesitate to swap to the stick if I didn't play ball. That also wasn't the reason I was uncomfortable. No, my discomfort was because of my passenger.
There were three people in the room right now, a blonde man and two brunettes, all of them dressed in well-made suits. The woman in the fedora was drawing all of my passenger's attention. Anger, fear, irritation, and a small pinch of pity were all wrapped up in the feedback I got from it when I focused on her. I could only assume that this was the "Contessa" I learned about when I got Outside Context Problem. The one who dressed like a doctor provoked scorn and irritation. The sole male... was just kind of there. My passenger barely seemed to care about him.
I had been approached by this group shortly after Garment's charity event back in the Bay. Well... I say "approached," but really they had just opened a portal behind me -while I was in my civilian clothes, mind you- and I didn't notice I had walked through it until they had already closed the way back. Then they revealed that they knew I was Apeiron, and that I was the source behind the Alchemy Outbreak, as the Protectorate and PRT were calling it. Throughout this entire thing, they had been perfectly calm and confident, as if they wholeheartedly believed they could handle me as easily as a baby handled a rattle.
"So what is this about?" I asked, relying on my various appearance-controlling powers to keep my nervousness under wraps.
"Alchemy, of course," said the doctor-dressed woman. She spoke in a detached, distant manner; the kind of way you would speak if you had a severely maldeveloped social life. She said nothing more, and I felt Mental Fortress informing me of every manipulative facet of this scenario - including the fact that they were going to make me ask for more information as a kind of power play. These people were like Tattletale on steroids.
"Elaborate."
"Did you know that Scion is actually an extradimensional entity who will destroy ten-to-the-eightieth Earths across the multiverse within a decade or so?"
Dropping shocking truths suddenly to keep me off-guard and unbalanced. Again, I was reminded of Tattletale. Unfortunately for them, I had both Mental Fortress and my passenger. "I was aware of something heinous surrounding Scion," I replied. The fact that he was specifically included alongside this Contessa woman and the Simurgh in being blocked by Outside Context Problem had clued me in. "But not the specific details."
The fedora-wearing woman suddenly spoke up, presumably to distract me from the slight widening of the doctor-lady's eyes. "The more parahumans there are, the higher the likelihood of humanity surviving The Enemy's rampage." Mental Fortress buzzed. This woman was speaking in a way custom-tailored to manipulate me, and I was uncomfortably reminded of my mother. Freaky. "You are directly connected to not one, but two powers that can be accessed by non-triggered individuals. You will spread these two powers as much as--"
"Absolutely not." The entire room seemed to come to a sudden, confounded stop at my interruption. The blonde man raised an eyebrow and looked up at me from the laptop he had been focusing on. The doctor seemed dumbfounded. Through my myriad senses, I could sense Contessa jolt in fear for the slightest moment before it was smoothed over into placid calm.
"Excuse me?" asked Contessa, in a tone that made me want to cringe and shrink, to say that I had misspoken. Again, I was reminded of my mom. I tamped down that urge thoroughly, helped along by the indignation and anger slowly growing in my gut.
"First of all," I began, rising from my seat and looming at my full height of six-foot-five inches. "Do you think learning to wield Aura and Alchemy is simple? One requires intense self-reflection, stripping yourself down to the very core of who you are in order to use effectively. The other requires extreme amounts of material science knowledge, amongst other things." These people already knew more about me, my powers, and my activities than... practically anybody. Not even the Undersiders knew about Aura. There didn't seem to be a point in keeping things under wraps.
"Second of all," I continued, speaking over Contessa's retort. She belatedly closed her mouth, as though she had expected me to just let her interrupt her. "I regret to inform you that when it comes to the capabilities of Alchemy, I am very much the exception rather than the rule. Nobody, not even a master Alchemist, would be able to match my capabilities. Even in terms of Aura, I would say that I am very much in the upper echelons. The average Alchemist or Aura-user would be around street-level, and essentially pointless in terms of dealing with an entity on par with Scion." A few occupants seemed unnerved by my use of that term.
"Third of all, I refuse to hand out the capabilities of Aura and Alchemy willy-nilly on principle. We are talking about superpowers here. I am not going to just grant whoever you put in front of me access to transferable, changing powers! Especially since you don't seem to care who has access to these powers, given that Alchemy is currently being studied by a cabal of Thinkers that I can't find! And while I'm certain you're already aware of this, seeing as how you have an incredibly high-tier Thinker among your ranks, I would like to make clear that one member of this Thinker cabal is Victor, who is a part of an actual Neo-Nazi gang!"
My voice was nearly a shout by the time I was finished. Who the hell were these people, thinking they could dictate my actions? How could they be so callous, so uncaring about the consequences of their actions? How could they expect anybody to just play along, let alone someone of my demonstrated capabilities?
"Ten-to-the-eightieth versions of Earth are at stake," spoke the blonde man for the first time. "Even if only, say, zero-point-zero-zero-one percent of those Earths hold developed life, that is still a number of deaths approximately equalling the number of atoms in the observable universe. Are you truly going to prioritize your convictions and morals over saving that many lives?" The question was not couched in a judgemental tone. In fact, with all of my senses, I could tell that this man was genuinely curious. I couldn't tell whether I wanted to be disgusted or... something else.
"Yes."
Contessa spoke up right after I finished, as though she had suddenly found some point of attack. "That is rather selfish of you."
"I really don't care," I snapped. Contessa doing her best impression of my mother was pissing me off. I took a few deep breaths, steadying myself.
"You--" I cut Contessa off with a wave of my hand.
"Actually, I misspoke just then," I declared, deliberately keeping my voice calm. "I do care about preventing a space alien from annihilating massive amounts of alternate Earths and human life alongside them. I also care about making sure that the powers I can grant fall into the hands of bad actors as little as possible, and that they are, as a whole, granted to people I can trust to be responsible with superpowers. These desires are not mutually exclusive; I do not have to throw aside my morals to help save the multiverse, nor do I want to."
I crossed my arms and glared down at the three people across from me. "So to answer your original 'request?' No. No, I will not spread Aura and Alchemy to as many people as possible just to provide a minuscule edge against an alien entity. The potential for chaos and destruction is simply too great for me to accept."
The blonde man frowned but nodded in what I presumed to be acceptance of some variety. The woman dressed as a doctor, however, bristled. I got the briefest inkling of irritation from Contessa before numbness overtook her once again.
"It is no matter," began the fedora-wearing woman, a hint of smug superiority in her tone. "We can simply acquire access to Aura through Chen and spread it our--" This time, Contessa was interrupted by me shoving Trauma in the crook between her chin and throat. I shifted into my zoanthrope form, growing and bulking up, my armor shifting to accommodate the change. I could now smell the small drops of blood oozing down from the small cuts under Contessa's chin and into the mess of sharp-edged razors that was my lantern shield. The blonde man inched away slightly while the doctor reeled backward. I grinned humorlessly. These people weren't the only ones who could take control of a conversation, and I wasn't feeling especially charitable towards them.
"If you so much as step foot anywhere near Chen's neighborhood, I will bring my full arsenal down upon you," I growled lowly. I pushed Trauma the slightest bit forwards, right up against Contessa's skin. "Understand?"
The only sounds in the room were Contessa's confused, frightened spluttering. Nobody dared to move.
"You are interfering with my power," Contessa accused, the blonde man and the other woman flinching at her words and staring at me in shock. Contessa must have been trying to use her power to cow me, I realized, and ran head-first into my precognition-distorting pocket watch. She had been expecting me to be compliant and non-argumentative. It had taken her this long to break through the cognitive dissonance and realize that she wasn't reading me properly.
"Indeed I am," I snarled. No need to keep that hidden, it was plain enough to see. "And even if you managed to see past my interference, you still wouldn't be able to predict me." I pulled my shield back, stood to my full height, and strode over to the nearby door. Pulling out the brass key to my workshop, I jammed it into the lock and opened up my pocket dimension.
"I'll say it again." I did not turn around to face the group behind me. "If you go anywhere near Chen, I'll know. And I'll come for you." With that, I walked forwards and slammed the door behind me, leaving the group of Illuminati-wannabes behind. Once I was sure they were cut off from me, I smiled grimly. I could even back that threat up, thanks to Key Link. Plus, I had scans of the two Parahumans in the room thanks to my Analysis scanners. That would help with tracking their activities and divining their powersets...
Although, I should really tell Chen to be on the lookout. Like, right now. I started up the call immediately; those people might decide to just go after him out of spite, after all. Couldn't have that, now could we?
Cauldron Negotiations
Right off the bat, I was already very uncomfortable. This wasn't because of the reasons you might think. I got the impression my hosts were actively trying to put me in as amenable a mood as possible, and while they were starting off with the carrot approach, I got the feeling they wouldn't hesitate to swap to the stick if I didn't play ball. That also wasn't the reason I was uncomfortable. No, my discomfort was because of my passenger.
There were three people in the room right now, a blonde man and two brunettes, all of them dressed in well-made suits. The woman in the fedora was drawing all of my passenger's attention. Anger, fear, irritation, and a small pinch of pity were all wrapped up in the feedback I got from it when I focused on her. I could only assume that this was the "Contessa" I learned about when I got Outside Context Problem. The one who dressed like a doctor provoked scorn and irritation. The sole male... was just kind of there. My passenger barely seemed to care about him.
I had been approached by this group shortly after Garment's charity event back in the Bay. Well... I say "approached," but really they had just opened a portal behind me -while I was in my civilian clothes, mind you- and I didn't notice I had walked through it until they had already closed the way back. Then they revealed that they knew I was Apeiron, and that I was the source behind the Alchemy Outbreak, as the Protectorate and PRT were calling it. Throughout this entire thing, they had been perfectly calm and confident, as if they wholeheartedly believed they could handle me as easily as a baby handled a rattle.
"So what is this about?" I asked, relying on my various appearance-controlling powers to keep my nervousness under wraps.
"Alchemy, of course," said the doctor-dressed woman. She spoke in a detached, distant manner; the kind of way you would speak if you had a severely maldeveloped social life. She said nothing more, and I felt Mental Fortress informing me of every manipulative facet of this scenario - including the fact that they were going to make me ask for more information as a kind of power play. These people were like Tattletale on steroids.
"Elaborate."
"Did you know that Scion is actually an extradimensional entity who will destroy ten-to-the-eightieth Earths across the multiverse within a decade or so?"
Dropping shocking truths suddenly to keep me off-guard and unbalanced. Again, I was reminded of Tattletale. Unfortunately for them, I had both Mental Fortress and my passenger. "I was aware of something heinous surrounding Scion," I replied. The fact that he was specifically included alongside this Contessa woman and the Simurgh in being blocked by Outside Context Problem had clued me in. "But not the specific details."
The fedora-wearing woman suddenly spoke up, presumably to distract me from the slight widening of the doctor-lady's eyes. "The more parahumans there are, the higher the likelihood of humanity surviving The Enemy's rampage." Mental Fortress buzzed. This woman was speaking in a way custom-tailored to manipulate me, and I was uncomfortably reminded of my mother. Freaky. "You are directly connected to not one, but two powers that can be accessed by non-triggered individuals. You will spread these two powers as much as--"
"Absolutely not." The entire room seemed to come to a sudden, confounded stop at my interruption. The blonde man raised an eyebrow and looked up at me from the laptop he had been focusing on. The doctor seemed dumbfounded. Through my myriad senses, I could sense Contessa jolt in fear for the slightest moment before it was smoothed over into placid calm.
"Excuse me?" asked Contessa, in a tone that made me want to cringe and shrink, to say that I had misspoken. Again, I was reminded of my mom. I tamped down that urge thoroughly, helped along by the indignation and anger slowly growing in my gut.
"First of all," I began, rising from my seat and looming at my full height of six-foot-five inches. "Do you think learning to wield Aura and Alchemy is simple? One requires intense self-reflection, stripping yourself down to the very core of who you are in order to use effectively. The other requires extreme amounts of material science knowledge, amongst other things." These people already knew more about me, my powers, and my activities than... practically anybody. Not even the Undersiders knew about Aura. There didn't seem to be a point in keeping things under wraps.
"Second of all," I continued, speaking over Contessa's retort. She belatedly closed her mouth, as though she had expected me to just let her interrupt her. "I regret to inform you that when it comes to the capabilities of Alchemy, I am very much the exception rather than the rule. Nobody, not even a master Alchemist, would be able to match my capabilities. Even in terms of Aura, I would say that I am very much in the upper echelons. The average Alchemist or Aura-user would be around street-level, and essentially pointless in terms of dealing with an entity on par with Scion." A few occupants seemed unnerved by my use of that term.
"Third of all, I refuse to hand out the capabilities of Aura and Alchemy willy-nilly on principle. We are talking about superpowers here. I am not going to just grant whoever you put in front of me access to transferable, changing powers! Especially since you don't seem to care who has access to these powers, given that Alchemy is currently being studied by a cabal of Thinkers that I can't find! And while I'm certain you're already aware of this, seeing as how you have an incredibly high-tier Thinker among your ranks, I would like to make clear that one member of this Thinker cabal is Victor, who is a part of an actual Neo-Nazi gang!"
My voice was nearly a shout by the time I was finished. Who the hell were these people, thinking they could dictate my actions? How could they be so callous, so uncaring about the consequences of their actions? How could they expect anybody to just play along, let alone someone of my demonstrated capabilities?
"Ten-to-the-eightieth versions of Earth are at stake," spoke the blonde man for the first time. "Even if only, say, zero-point-zero-zero-one percent of those Earths hold developed life, that is still a number of deaths approximately equalling the number of atoms in the observable universe. Are you truly going to prioritize your convictions and morals over saving that many lives?" The question was not couched in a judgemental tone. In fact, with all of my senses, I could tell that this man was genuinely curious. I couldn't tell whether I wanted to be disgusted or... something else.
"Yes."
Contessa spoke up right after I finished, as though she had suddenly found some point of attack. "That is rather selfish of you."
"I really don't care," I snapped. Contessa doing her best impression of my mother was pissing me off. I took a few deep breaths, steadying myself.
"You--" I cut Contessa off with a wave of my hand.
"Actually, I misspoke just then," I declared, deliberately keeping my voice calm. "I do care about preventing a space alien from annihilating massive amounts of alternate Earths and human life alongside them. I also care about making sure that the powers I can grant fall into the hands of bad actors as little as possible, and that they are, as a whole, granted to people I can trust to be responsible with superpowers. These desires are not mutually exclusive; I do not have to throw aside my morals to help save the multiverse, nor do I want to."
I crossed my arms and glared down at the three people across from me. "So to answer your original 'request?' No. No, I will not spread Aura and Alchemy to as many people as possible just to provide a minuscule edge against an alien entity. The potential for chaos and destruction is simply too great for me to accept."
The blonde man frowned but nodded in what I presumed to be acceptance of some variety. The woman dressed as a doctor, however, bristled. I got the briefest inkling of irritation from Contessa before numbness overtook her once again.
"It is no matter," began the fedora-wearing woman, a hint of smug superiority in her tone. "We can simply acquire access to Aura through Chen and spread it our--" This time, Contessa was interrupted by me shoving Trauma in the crook between her chin and throat. I shifted into my zoanthrope form, growing and bulking up, my armor shifting to accommodate the change. I could now smell the small drops of blood oozing down from the small cuts under Contessa's chin and into the mess of sharp-edged razors that was my lantern shield. The blonde man inched away slightly while the doctor reeled backward. I grinned humorlessly. These people weren't the only ones who could take control of a conversation, and I wasn't feeling especially charitable towards them.
"If you so much as step foot anywhere near Chen's neighborhood, I will bring my full arsenal down upon you," I growled lowly. I pushed Trauma the slightest bit forwards, right up against Contessa's skin. "Understand?"
The only sounds in the room were Contessa's confused, frightened spluttering. Nobody dared to move.
"You are interfering with my power," Contessa accused, the blonde man and the other woman flinching at her words and staring at me in shock. Contessa must have been trying to use her power to cow me, I realized, and ran head-first into my precognition-distorting pocket watch. She had been expecting me to be compliant and non-argumentative. It had taken her this long to break through the cognitive dissonance and realize that she wasn't reading me properly.
"Indeed I am," I snarled. No need to keep that hidden, it was plain enough to see. "And even if you managed to see past my interference, you still wouldn't be able to predict me." I pulled my shield back, stood to my full height, and strode over to the nearby door. Pulling out the brass key to my workshop, I jammed it into the lock and opened up my pocket dimension.
"I'll say it again." I did not turn around to face the group behind me. "If you go anywhere near Chen, I'll know. And I'll come for you." With that, I walked forwards and slammed the door behind me, leaving the group of Illuminati-wannabes behind. Once I was sure they were cut off from me, I smiled grimly. I could even back that threat up, thanks to Key Link. Plus, I had scans of the two Parahumans in the room thanks to my Analysis scanners. That would help with tracking their activities and divining their powersets...
Although, I should really tell Chen to be on the lookout. Like, right now. I started up the call immediately; those people might decide to just go after him out of spite, after all. Couldn't have that, now could we?
The End
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- Somewhere and Nowhere in a state of super-position
"Hey Chen, some people just tried to threaten me into compliance by threatening you."
"Wh-"
"You don't want to know. Here, have a panic button. If a parahuman steps within a kilometer of it, I'll know."
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Honestly, the hardest part would be getting the soul. But as long as he has it, I don't see why he wouldn't be able to make a body and stuff the soul inside. He's not creating a soul. He's not even bringing it back. He's simply... putting it together. Though I'm pretty sure he has other ways of rezing someone if he wanted to.
MagicalAmbitions
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i am personally offended by the implication that Joe's passenger simply wouldn't give a shit about the number man /j (also i'm pretty sure it has reacted to the implication of his presence before in BCF canon)
also there is no way that joe would simply accidentally walk through a portal they opened in front of him (this offends my sensibilities as a dedicated reader of this fic)
otherwise it's a good omake, good job.
I honestly couldn't remember if Joe's passenger reacted to the number man or not. I decided to go with apathy for the passenger's reaction because the number man... just kinda seems there to me? The impression I've gotten is that he's just not much of a point of conversation.
In regards to Joe walking through a portal, I was going for something like walking to the bathroom on autopilot, but you aren't in your house so you end up walking into a wall. Except in Joe's case the "wall" was an interdimensional wormhole placed in the bathroom doorframe.
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Tbf TNM doesn't appear much in fics and he doesn't do much if he does, why? Because Speshul Fedora is the right beside him, so most fic readers don't even know what his deal is. Hell, I didn't understand what his deal was until I actually read Worm and saw him being a mathematic badass!
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Whatever part of the shard that allows it to share information would be suitable, I think. After all, the shards are looking for data for Scion. If Victor were to lose his power but retain the ton of information that facing Truth gives, the shard would get an absurd amount of DATA.
Also, and depending on how much sentience you attribute to them, knowing about the danger of Truth and being unable to warn their fellows about it...
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SiegfriedisOP
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Victor is incredibly similar to Father in that he doesn't believe in himself and steals from others without ever bettering himself and seeking Alchemy as the Answer rather then another tool with inherent limitations. Honestly I could see a 1 to 1 recreation of Father's meeting with Truth. A blank gate representing a lack of personal growth, a speech about how foolish it is to think you can become superior to others because of Alchemy, a taste of despair to the boastful who would play God, and Victor crying like a little baby.
I'm not really sure what kind of daddy issues you have, but I can assure you there're healthier ways of dealing with them than imaging scenarios where he suffers in FMA
In all seriousness though wasn't Father a weird homunculus god thing that was the secret villain centuries before the first chapter? I doubt whatever Victor would get would be nearly as bad as Father's
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SiegfriedisOP
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It's now about what they do but themselves as people. Truth says that Father always stole things from others and never grew as a person. That he was arrogant and tried to play God. Truth also says Edward beat him when Ed got rid of his Gate, and said he didn't need it beause he's got family, implying that seeking Alchemy as something other than a tool or thinking it makes you better than others is wrong, which Father did. I believe Victor embodies all of these qualities as well.
Also Father was a small ball of something that couldn't exist outside a flask, a Dwarf in the Flask(Homunculus), and was a piece of Truth removed from the gate. He wanted to be free and never return to it so he planned to eat God rather than be eaten in turn.
You know I wonder if Joe will get a meeting with Truth when he gets the perk. I assume he will so I wonder what it will be like? What would Joe's gate look like, I would guess something interesting. Also what would Truth say to Joe, I don't think he would be angry it's not like Joe did human transmutation or anything plus he is supposed to get off Scott free. But then again the perk text says something along the lines of you have done the one and only unforgivable sin of Alchemy so maybe Truth would be angry. But again Joe didn't actually do that though unless it works more like getting the memory and skill of another person.
Maybe an alternate version of him like usual? So Truth is simultaneously angry at him, but suppressing it because he acknowledges that it wasn't actually him that did it?
BarbaCoPut
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He literally performed human transmutation, through his clones, which are him, he resurrected a human, HIMSELF!.
What bigger, prideful sin than resurrecting oneself? Not dying when you are supposed to?
Not happy with that, he created two new human bodies!! , do you know how he anchored Fleet's and Survey's souls to their bodies'? Can you tell how he did it?
So he does has several crimes against "Truth" ....
Edit: I accept the correction that Fleet's and Survey's souls were literally bolted onto their bodies, because Joe has the perk that allows working with any material as if it's steel.
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I can honestly imagine Truth letting the duplicates perform human transmutation slide as a technicality? Cause Joe's duplicates have his soul, and they were pulling his own soul back into his body,.
Also, Fleet and Survey's bodies didn't have alchemical transmutation involved at all in their creation process. The souls were basically nailed into place.
BarbaCoPut
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Damn, the "any material you work with can be handled like iron/steel", right?
Forgot about that one.
Still I say that the clones aren't beyond reproach. While they have a "warped" sense of their "lives", they maintain free will, so they choose to do something, to follow a path, they often do so, against the Prime's wishes. And they chose to transmute Joe, BUT!
They are more instances of Joe Prime, the same soul.
If not, all those soul-linked/identity-linked artifacts wouldn't function while cloned. (By the basis of the perks that say "You get a XXXXX")
That You is unique. Joe Prime, so for the clone to have one for themselves they Also have to be Joe "Prime".
How? "That's not logical"?
It's Fiat, it works because it works, rules of the universe, like logic, be damned.
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Nah he has no crimes against Truth on account of he never actually passed through the gate.
Resurrection of a soul after it passed through is not allowed I doubt his duplicates/Tybalt would let his soul leave after all.
BarbaCoPut
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Ok, I think is more speculation from both of us. And there's only 2 options, either Joe retroactively commited the crime, or he didn't.
Let's see what happens when he rolls the perk.
(I'm not sure how to finish the post without sounding jerklike sarcastic. Just know that I feel I won't be convinced and I can't convince you. So I won't be continuing this thread of conversation. And I don't intend any kind of animosity towards you. Cheers.)
It depends on what constitutes as a crime from Truth's perspective.
We know that BCF Joe got a very short, like maybe a second or two, glimpse of Truth when his clones performed a human transmutation to separate him from Tetra.
Now, at this point it can be debated whether or not that is a crime against Truth. Especially since there has been proof of people using humans to create Chimera. And they have been shown to suffer no feedback from doing so.
There has been other alchemist that toe that line as well. Scar for example along with that Steam guy I can't be bothered to remember the name of. They have used alchemy on humans in some shape or form and have not suffered from Truth's wraith.
But on the other hand there is also the fact that the clones were actually Separating Joe from Tetra which is something that has not been done. If I remember correct, it had actually been stated that it is supposed to be impossible to perform a transmutation to separate a chimera into it's individual "materials."
If so then Truth would have a issue with BCF Joe since he was somehow performing a transmutation of himself from outside the array. So cue a annoyed but scratching his head Truth waiting to meet him.
Or we can have the whole thing being drawn from the experiences of the Joe from the FMA universe as stated earlier in the thread. So a annoyed Truth wondering how the hell he beat his punishment while not learning his lesson. So goodbye Joe's arm and or leg. But he can easily replace them with newer ones that include death lasers along with a rocket punch.
While also being able to play Doom. That is very important right there.
I misread, I assumed he'd figured out the requirements and was willingly choosing to bypass it.
BarbaCoPut
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The Crime is creating life. for Truth the only way life can be created is by conception in the mother (or perhaps even, standard chemistry cloning/in vitro fertilization... things that are technically still natural). Not killing or destroying, Scar Dissasembling someone is not different than Kimblee blowing someone up by turning their meat in bombs.
In FMA:B Ed, was transmuting himself (and the others) from inside the fake door (Gluttony), and even doing it on himself he was doing human transmutation.
PS: I'm not arguing, just helping to clarify details...
Oh I'm not going to be upset about that. If anything, I was just being that one guy at the D&D table that goes "that spell does not work that way" for a bit of fun while also pointing out what is shown in canon as possible examples of human transmutation. If only be the loses definition of it being alchemy involving human flesh.
In all honesty, the purest and truest definition that gets on Truth's radar is exactly what you said. The creation of life in a form/method that is not natural and performed by alchemy.
So no bringing back the dead for example. (The Wardens from the Dresden Files start reaching for their swords at that before Truth glances at them.)
No creating new life by drawing a circle and putting different piles of things in the middle to create a new person. Truth don't care if you used human remains, parts from a slaughter house, or even a chemistry set to do it. He is going to rip you a new one for that.
Also what can be more than likely included, which is something we have never actually seen being attempted or possibly even mentioned as being part of a attempt, is using alchemy to artificially cause a pregnancy.
And now I'm wondering if Truth would enjoy watching Mel Brook's Young Frankenstein. Or would he be a bit upset at seeing such a thing happen even if it isn't done by alchemy?
- Location
- Canada
Absurdly stronger interpretation of Victor's power. He had seconds to use it before he was called out and Aisha had protections from her own power and Joe. He needs time to sort through skills to take, except LR just magicked things so the only skill he found was Alchemy and enough to use. Victor should've forgot the skill when Aisha's power kicks in the same way Grue forgets he has a sister. But even without Aisha's power it still takes way longer for Victor to steal skills to the point he can understand, use, and keep them, and he shouldn't have succeeded at all.
Biggest asspull since March and Bakuda survived.
Because that's what this story needs /s
Quick, to the point, and results as they should be. I'm only sad it's not canon.