Summary: Empathy doesn't get you very far in life... but it can sure get you true companions...
Compassion Be With You (Young Justice Quest)
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Summary: Empathy doesn't get you very far in life... but it can sure get you true companions. Reincarnating into the DCU with very little knowledge of the setting beyond Young Justice... This'll be interesting!
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Compassion Be With You
A Young Justice Quest
By Cyberweasel89 and SpokenSoftly
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Prologue: Part 1
- Location
- New York
You've always had more empathy than you know what to do with.
Seeing a turtle cross the road made you run out to stop traffic so it could cross. Seeing friends online have rough times made you give them virtual hugs and wish they could be real hugs. Unless they deserved it, the thought of cruelty to someone just... made you feel deeply guilty. Whenever you ended up doing something wrong, even by accident, you tended to spend years regretting it. Fiction was a challenge, while tragedy and horror were right out, because even the slightest amount of suffering in totally fictional characters just made you feel immense amounts of sadness for their plight.
Unfortunately, empathy doesn't always get you far in life, and it sure as heck doesn't give you good health. You can imagine your shock when some guy outside a bar blew a puff of cigarette smoke in your face and you, having forgotten your inhaler at home... simply asphyxiated before the paramedics could arrive.
Bad way to go, suffocation. Asthma's not fun. And as you laid there, dying, you couldn't help wondering what would be next for you. All the wonderful people. Empathy doesn't always get you far and doesn't give you good health, but for people who can truly appreciate compassion... it can make you blessed in the people in your life. Your thoughts as you choked on the sidewalk weren't of all the things you wouldn't accomplish... but all the wonderful people you'd be leaving behind.
Then... the darkness called.
But, of course, Spacebattlers never die. We just get lost on the way home.
Despite this, you still can't help but be surprised by the tone dial you hear in the darkness.
Hello, this is ROB. Unfortunately, I can't make it to the reincarnation at the moment, but I've prepared a GUI so you can select your universe of choice. Please press one to continue.
Motherfu- Really? ROB can't even show up themselves to reincarnate you? Ugh... One.
You have selected one. Please select your universe of choice. If you wish to be reincarnated into the Elemental Nations, press one. If you wish to be reincarnated into Karakura Town, press two. If you wish to be reincarnated into the Grand Blue, press three. If you wish to be reincarnated into the DC Universe, press four. If you wish to be reincarnated into the Marvel Universe, press five. If you wish to be reincarnated into the-
Well, you know which one you aren't picking. You know far less about the DC Universe than any of the other four.
You have selected... four. Your chosen location is the DC Universe.
Shit.
Please select your new body's biological sex. For male, press 1. For female, press 2.
You inwardly grin. Zero!
You have selected... Zero. Smartass.
GUI gettin' sassy!
Please select your chosen career path. Specific personality traits may restrict your Destiny. For "Superfunctionary," press 1.
You wait.
You have not made a selection. For "Superfunctionary," press 1.
Wait, that's it?
Specific personality traits may restrict your Destiny. For "Superfunctionary," press 1.
Fucking ROB. One.
Thank you for using the ROB GUI. Have a pleasant reincarnation.
Huh, you expected more questions. Now, what's gonna happen OH GOOD GOD IT BURNS
You awaken to find yourself somewhere dark, warm, soft, and slightly moist. You wriggle, but find only soft moisture surrounding you. Your movement is restricted on all sides, but you feel air on the top of your head. Where are you?
Something grabs the top of your head and yanks, your eyes being flooded with light. Blinking, you come face to face with a woman who can only be described as... alien.
Her cheeks are pudgy and she lacks a nose, her skin being a light green color. Solid red eyes with no pupils or sclera gaze at you, a smile on her face. She has a head of long, green hair that's tied into a back-mounted bun, a large red flower sitting atop her head with visible yellow pistils and stamen. What an odd hat.
She turns to where two people are standing nearby, and they have the same facial features, but different facial structures, different colored eyes, and different colored flowers atop their heads. One has a purple flower and purple eyes and looks tall and thin, dressed in a green skirt suit, her green hair tied back into a ponytail. The other has a blue flower and blue eyes, is quite curvaceous, and is dressed in a flowing white dress, her green hair flowing freely and straight. As the woman carries you to them, you notice that they have no legs! Their lower halves continue into plant-like stalks that end in a plant bulb, numerous roots sprouting from the sides of the bulb and holding it aloft like spider legs. A glance down shows you have the same!
The woman holding you says something in a language you can't understand and hands you to the same-sex couple, the shorter and curvier one gently rocking you in her arms. As she coos something unintelligible, you notice she has wooden teeth and her tongue is a leaf. Are these... plant people? They almost resemble alraune... but you don't recognize them as any race from the DCU, but then again you're not fully familiar with the DCU's lore.
They speak again in that unintelligible voice, then they turn to what seems to be a planting box of darker soil than the dirt ground around you. Taking a trowel, the pudgy woman who first pulled you from the ground begins to plant you in the planter, but only your roots and bulb. It feels... really good. The soil is warm, soft, and moist, and you swear you feel satiated by it. She also directs a nearby shutter so golden sunlight pours onto you, then sets up a tube to trickle water into the planter.
The three leave, speaking excitedly to each other in that strange tongue, leaving you to your own devices.
What... should you do?
Reader Choice
[ ] Look around, assess the situation.
[ ] Examine yourself, see what you look like.
[ ] Pull yourself out of the planter and explore.
[ ] Cry.
[ ] Write-in.
Seeing a turtle cross the road made you run out to stop traffic so it could cross. Seeing friends online have rough times made you give them virtual hugs and wish they could be real hugs. Unless they deserved it, the thought of cruelty to someone just... made you feel deeply guilty. Whenever you ended up doing something wrong, even by accident, you tended to spend years regretting it. Fiction was a challenge, while tragedy and horror were right out, because even the slightest amount of suffering in totally fictional characters just made you feel immense amounts of sadness for their plight.
Unfortunately, empathy doesn't always get you far in life, and it sure as heck doesn't give you good health. You can imagine your shock when some guy outside a bar blew a puff of cigarette smoke in your face and you, having forgotten your inhaler at home... simply asphyxiated before the paramedics could arrive.
Bad way to go, suffocation. Asthma's not fun. And as you laid there, dying, you couldn't help wondering what would be next for you. All the wonderful people. Empathy doesn't always get you far and doesn't give you good health, but for people who can truly appreciate compassion... it can make you blessed in the people in your life. Your thoughts as you choked on the sidewalk weren't of all the things you wouldn't accomplish... but all the wonderful people you'd be leaving behind.
Then... the darkness called.
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But, of course, Spacebattlers never die. We just get lost on the way home.
Despite this, you still can't help but be surprised by the tone dial you hear in the darkness.
Hello, this is ROB. Unfortunately, I can't make it to the reincarnation at the moment, but I've prepared a GUI so you can select your universe of choice. Please press one to continue.
Motherfu- Really? ROB can't even show up themselves to reincarnate you? Ugh... One.
You have selected one. Please select your universe of choice. If you wish to be reincarnated into the Elemental Nations, press one. If you wish to be reincarnated into Karakura Town, press two. If you wish to be reincarnated into the Grand Blue, press three. If you wish to be reincarnated into the DC Universe, press four. If you wish to be reincarnated into the Marvel Universe, press five. If you wish to be reincarnated into the-
Well, you know which one you aren't picking. You know far less about the DC Universe than any of the other four.
You have selected... four. Your chosen location is the DC Universe.
Shit.
Please select your new body's biological sex. For male, press 1. For female, press 2.
You inwardly grin. Zero!
You have selected... Zero. Smartass.
GUI gettin' sassy!
Please select your chosen career path. Specific personality traits may restrict your Destiny. For "Superfunctionary," press 1.
You wait.
You have not made a selection. For "Superfunctionary," press 1.
Wait, that's it?
Specific personality traits may restrict your Destiny. For "Superfunctionary," press 1.
Fucking ROB. One.
Thank you for using the ROB GUI. Have a pleasant reincarnation.
Huh, you expected more questions. Now, what's gonna happen OH GOOD GOD IT BURNS
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You awaken to find yourself somewhere dark, warm, soft, and slightly moist. You wriggle, but find only soft moisture surrounding you. Your movement is restricted on all sides, but you feel air on the top of your head. Where are you?
Something grabs the top of your head and yanks, your eyes being flooded with light. Blinking, you come face to face with a woman who can only be described as... alien.
Her cheeks are pudgy and she lacks a nose, her skin being a light green color. Solid red eyes with no pupils or sclera gaze at you, a smile on her face. She has a head of long, green hair that's tied into a back-mounted bun, a large red flower sitting atop her head with visible yellow pistils and stamen. What an odd hat.
She turns to where two people are standing nearby, and they have the same facial features, but different facial structures, different colored eyes, and different colored flowers atop their heads. One has a purple flower and purple eyes and looks tall and thin, dressed in a green skirt suit, her green hair tied back into a ponytail. The other has a blue flower and blue eyes, is quite curvaceous, and is dressed in a flowing white dress, her green hair flowing freely and straight. As the woman carries you to them, you notice that they have no legs! Their lower halves continue into plant-like stalks that end in a plant bulb, numerous roots sprouting from the sides of the bulb and holding it aloft like spider legs. A glance down shows you have the same!
The woman holding you says something in a language you can't understand and hands you to the same-sex couple, the shorter and curvier one gently rocking you in her arms. As she coos something unintelligible, you notice she has wooden teeth and her tongue is a leaf. Are these... plant people? They almost resemble alraune... but you don't recognize them as any race from the DCU, but then again you're not fully familiar with the DCU's lore.
They speak again in that unintelligible voice, then they turn to what seems to be a planting box of darker soil than the dirt ground around you. Taking a trowel, the pudgy woman who first pulled you from the ground begins to plant you in the planter, but only your roots and bulb. It feels... really good. The soil is warm, soft, and moist, and you swear you feel satiated by it. She also directs a nearby shutter so golden sunlight pours onto you, then sets up a tube to trickle water into the planter.
The three leave, speaking excitedly to each other in that strange tongue, leaving you to your own devices.
What... should you do?
Reader Choice
[ ] Look around, assess the situation.
[ ] Examine yourself, see what you look like.
[ ] Pull yourself out of the planter and explore.
[ ] Cry.
[ ] Write-in.
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Ultramandalore
Errant Quester
- Location
- just south of Parts Unknown
[X] Look around, assess the situation.
tearlessNever
Inspired Procrastinator
- Location
- Ireland
- Pronouns
- they/them
[X] Examine yourself, see what you look like.
Self-inspection is important, especially when we don't know what exactly we are.
And can I just say? Another Woozle Quest?!!!!!!!!!!
(runs screaming through the door)
Self-inspection is important, especially when we don't know what exactly we are.
And can I just say? Another Woozle Quest?!!!!!!!!!!
(runs screaming through the door)
- Location
- Germany
[x] Examine yourself, see what you look like.
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
[X] Examine yourself, see what you look like.
- Location
- Mississippi
[x] Examine yourself, see what you look like.
I know fuck-all about the DC universe, but something tells me that I'm going to love this Quest!
I know fuck-all about the DC universe, but something tells me that I'm going to love this Quest!
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[x] Cry.
[X] Look around, assess the situation.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Cry.
- Location
- Earth
[X] Look around, assess the situation.
[X] Examine yourself, see what you look like.
- Location
- United States
[X] Look around, assess the situation.
[X] Examine yourself, see what you look like.
These two are compatible enough for both to happen...
Saw the note from grimmer reaper how many quests are you guys going to do lol...
[X] Examine yourself, see what you look like.
These two are compatible enough for both to happen...
Saw the note from grimmer reaper how many quests are you guys going to do lol...
- Location
- United Kingdom
[X] Examine yourself, see what you look like.
Prologue: Part 2
- Location
- New York
[X] Look around, assess the situation.
[X] Examine yourself, see what you look like.
You gaze around the room, taking it in.
It looks to be... a nursery? The walls are all windows, decorated in decals of cute white flowers that resemble daisies, with a greenhouse ceiling dotted with mobiles that have stars. The windowed walls and ceiling allow abundant sunlight to flood in and several tubes and pipes dot the walls carrying water. The floor is a rich brown dirt, and on one side of the room is a patch of loamy soil where you see neatly placed rows of closed flower buds of all different colors, sprouting from small mounds of short grass. There's an empty hole in one of the spots, though, and you feel an instinctual familiarity as you look at it.
The planter you're in is against the wall and is one of several, though you look to be the only one in one of them at the moment. There's a door at the far wall, and it seems to be the only exit to the room. All in all, it looks like a mix between a child's nursery and a greenhouse. Through the foggy windowed walls you see several other greenhouses in all directions.
That's your surroundings. What about you? What do you look like?
At your very bottom is a brown planty bulb with tiny, stubby roots spreading from it, though it is currently buried in the rich, dark, moist soil of your planter box. From the bulb is a green stalk of plant matter that goes right to your chest without stopping to make hips, buttocks, crotch, or any genitalia. You even prod at your stalk, seeing if your genitalia is just hidden like a reptile, but it's completely solid plant matter.
Your arms look fairly typical, save for being green, composed of plant matter, and lacking any fingernails. Your skin has a bit more gain than human skin, and feels far softer. Feeling higher, you have the usual neck thank goodness, but your ears are long and slightly pointed like an elf's and you lack a nose. You still have eyes and a mouth, but you have no teeth and, if your clumsy and underdeveloped fingers are telling you so, your tongue is a leaf! Feeling the top of your head, you feel you have hair. Sort of. It feels more like very short, cropped grass, but more importantly a large flower sits atop your head!
You suppose this settles it. You've reincarnated as some kind of plant being! Is this some kind of greenhouse-nursery where they grow new members of their race? Was that pudgy one the nanny or midwife, and the two female ones with her your parents? Is same-sex mating possible with this race? How do they mate without any genitalia? You don't even have nipples! What do they eat?
You see the nanny come in, the one with red eyes and a red flower atop her head. You notice yellow pistils and stamens in it. Do... Do these people reproduce through pollen? She coos to you in a bizarre language that you know isn't English. You screw your face up in trying to understand it, causing the nanny to laugh. She pats you atop your head, and you note that your own flower, while open, lacks the yellow pistils and stamen. She walks... wait, walks? No, she's not walking at all! She has no legs! Her... Her roots!
You didn't notice until now, but like you, your nanny figure has the same stalk for a lower half ending in a planty bulb. But instead of stubby, useless roots like yours, her roots are long and seem strong enough to be used akin to spider legs. The result is a downright bizarre method of movement that looks far more stable than regular two-legged foosteps, like her upper body is gliding along on her bulb. It's just surreal to watch!
She reaches into a toy trunk and takes out a green and purple rattle, waving it in your face. You at first screw your little mouth up in consternation, wondering if you should play the baby or not. Do you... indulge her?
Reader Choice
[ ] Who else gets to be a baby again? Enjoy it while you can!
[ ] No, you still have the mind of an adult, and it's immature to laugh and clap at a rattle.
[X] Examine yourself, see what you look like.
You gaze around the room, taking it in.
It looks to be... a nursery? The walls are all windows, decorated in decals of cute white flowers that resemble daisies, with a greenhouse ceiling dotted with mobiles that have stars. The windowed walls and ceiling allow abundant sunlight to flood in and several tubes and pipes dot the walls carrying water. The floor is a rich brown dirt, and on one side of the room is a patch of loamy soil where you see neatly placed rows of closed flower buds of all different colors, sprouting from small mounds of short grass. There's an empty hole in one of the spots, though, and you feel an instinctual familiarity as you look at it.
The planter you're in is against the wall and is one of several, though you look to be the only one in one of them at the moment. There's a door at the far wall, and it seems to be the only exit to the room. All in all, it looks like a mix between a child's nursery and a greenhouse. Through the foggy windowed walls you see several other greenhouses in all directions.
That's your surroundings. What about you? What do you look like?
At your very bottom is a brown planty bulb with tiny, stubby roots spreading from it, though it is currently buried in the rich, dark, moist soil of your planter box. From the bulb is a green stalk of plant matter that goes right to your chest without stopping to make hips, buttocks, crotch, or any genitalia. You even prod at your stalk, seeing if your genitalia is just hidden like a reptile, but it's completely solid plant matter.
Your arms look fairly typical, save for being green, composed of plant matter, and lacking any fingernails. Your skin has a bit more gain than human skin, and feels far softer. Feeling higher, you have the usual neck thank goodness, but your ears are long and slightly pointed like an elf's and you lack a nose. You still have eyes and a mouth, but you have no teeth and, if your clumsy and underdeveloped fingers are telling you so, your tongue is a leaf! Feeling the top of your head, you feel you have hair. Sort of. It feels more like very short, cropped grass, but more importantly a large flower sits atop your head!
You suppose this settles it. You've reincarnated as some kind of plant being! Is this some kind of greenhouse-nursery where they grow new members of their race? Was that pudgy one the nanny or midwife, and the two female ones with her your parents? Is same-sex mating possible with this race? How do they mate without any genitalia? You don't even have nipples! What do they eat?
You see the nanny come in, the one with red eyes and a red flower atop her head. You notice yellow pistils and stamens in it. Do... Do these people reproduce through pollen? She coos to you in a bizarre language that you know isn't English. You screw your face up in trying to understand it, causing the nanny to laugh. She pats you atop your head, and you note that your own flower, while open, lacks the yellow pistils and stamen. She walks... wait, walks? No, she's not walking at all! She has no legs! Her... Her roots!
You didn't notice until now, but like you, your nanny figure has the same stalk for a lower half ending in a planty bulb. But instead of stubby, useless roots like yours, her roots are long and seem strong enough to be used akin to spider legs. The result is a downright bizarre method of movement that looks far more stable than regular two-legged foosteps, like her upper body is gliding along on her bulb. It's just surreal to watch!
She reaches into a toy trunk and takes out a green and purple rattle, waving it in your face. You at first screw your little mouth up in consternation, wondering if you should play the baby or not. Do you... indulge her?
Reader Choice
[ ] Who else gets to be a baby again? Enjoy it while you can!
[ ] No, you still have the mind of an adult, and it's immature to laugh and clap at a rattle.
Khona Moshr
Pink Flamingo Cabal Healer(they/them)
- Location
- Alabama
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Who else gets to be a baby again? Enjoy it while you can!
tearlessNever
Inspired Procrastinator
- Location
- Ireland
- Pronouns
- they/them
[X] No, you still have the mind of an adult, and it's immature to laugh and clap at a rattle.
Playing dumb and acting young feels disingenuous. And if we're committed to doing so, then it could become quite straining...
Playing dumb and acting young feels disingenuous. And if we're committed to doing so, then it could become quite straining...