Summary: Empathy doesn't get you very far in life... but it can sure get you true companions...
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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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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.
Prologue: Part 3
- Location
- New York
[X] Who else gets to be a baby again? Enjoy it while you can!
With enthusiasm, you goo and giggle at the rattle, and after a bit, your caretaker brings more toys to help you play with. You're going to enjoy being a child again while you can! And you can at least play with this woman until meal or nap time.
Neither come.
You don't feel tired or sleepy. You don't feel hungry or thirsty. In fact, night comes and goes and your caretaker doesn't stop to sleep or eat, either, though she does sprinkle water on herself a few times. Do these people not need to eat or sleep? No, no. Can't be. Maybe they only need to eat or sleep rarely.
You also find you can't talk. You have the words fully formed in your head, but when you try to speak, only crying or baby noises come out. It's like your body can't keep up with your mind.
A week passes. No hunger, no sleepiness, no thirst, no sign of your caretaker eating, sleeping, or drinking beyond a sprinkle of water on herself every so often, though she does leave the nursery/greenhouse to check on the other ones between playing sessions. You think it's safe to call now that this race doesn't eat or sleep. Is it possible they just need sunlight, water, and soil like a plant?
On the seventh day, your caretaker finally pulls you from your planter and takes you to the dress and suit-wearing couple with the purple and blue flowers and eyes, who enter on cue from the only door. They speak to the caretaker a bit, then the shorter, curvier one takes you and holds you to her breasts. You expect she's about to breastfeed you, but then you realize she's just holding you. She's quite buxom, while her partner in the suit is a bit less so, but you can't help wondering why these planty beings need breasts when they reproduce through pollen.
The couple leave and walk through the greenhouses, speaking to each other in that odd language. You stay quiet as the shorter, curvier one holds you to her chest, gazing around as they walk. When they leave the rows of greenhouses, they head out into a city. The skyscrapers, though, are all made of wood, and many of them even look to have been built out of existing trees! Despite this, everything looks... information age, is the best way you can think to describe it. Everyone has smartphones made of lacquered wood, there are wooden street lamps with fireflies in them. The ground is all dirt and grass, though, but it looks like whatever maintenance crews this culture has work hard to make it smooth and even. But are you on some hidden part of Earth, or are you on an alien planet?
Something else you can't help noticing... Everyone is female!
Well, sort of. You know from examining yourself that this race doesn't have genitalia, and it looks like they reproduce through pistils and stamens. But every person you've passed... looks female, at least! Even if they don't have breasts, they at least have very feminine facial features and figures. They show quite a lot of variance in these facial features and body types, but femininity is a constant! And due to their stalk and bulb lower halves, they're all wearing a skirt or dress, being physically incapable of wearing what is conventionally defined as pants or shorts.
However, there doesn't seem to be a nudity taboo, either. You're not wearing a stitch and while rare, you do occasionally spot a member of this plant race with her lower half or upper body uncovered. Despite technically being their genitals, the pistils and stamen on each of their heads aren't treated like a private part, being fully displayed. You also note that there's a variety of colors in the flower petals and eyes, but every person has eyes the same color as their flower. A glance at your reflection in a window shows that yours look to be an indigo color, a perfect mix of your parents' blue and purple. You spot a few kids running around playing, and looking at their flowers confirms that this race doesn't grow pistils and stamens until sexual maturity.
The pair takes you to an apartment complex, and you note that metal, plastics, and ceramics do exist, but wood seems to be the preference. You have to wonder if maybe this race either doesn't like using mineral materials or if minerals are just a rare resource for them.
The pair take you to their apartment and lead you to a little room with a loamy soil-filled planter box and several toys, including a wooden television set and quite a few books. They each kiss you on the forehead, turn the TV on to what looks to be an animated children's program, then leave you to your own devices.
Hm... You could easily pull yourself out and crawl around on your hands, dragging your bulb behind you. What should you do?
Reader Choice
[ ] Play with your toys.
[ ] Look at the children's books.
[ ] Watch TV.
[ ] Go out to the rest of the apartment and bother your parents.
[ ] Write-in.
With enthusiasm, you goo and giggle at the rattle, and after a bit, your caretaker brings more toys to help you play with. You're going to enjoy being a child again while you can! And you can at least play with this woman until meal or nap time.
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Neither come.
You don't feel tired or sleepy. You don't feel hungry or thirsty. In fact, night comes and goes and your caretaker doesn't stop to sleep or eat, either, though she does sprinkle water on herself a few times. Do these people not need to eat or sleep? No, no. Can't be. Maybe they only need to eat or sleep rarely.
You also find you can't talk. You have the words fully formed in your head, but when you try to speak, only crying or baby noises come out. It's like your body can't keep up with your mind.
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A week passes. No hunger, no sleepiness, no thirst, no sign of your caretaker eating, sleeping, or drinking beyond a sprinkle of water on herself every so often, though she does leave the nursery/greenhouse to check on the other ones between playing sessions. You think it's safe to call now that this race doesn't eat or sleep. Is it possible they just need sunlight, water, and soil like a plant?
On the seventh day, your caretaker finally pulls you from your planter and takes you to the dress and suit-wearing couple with the purple and blue flowers and eyes, who enter on cue from the only door. They speak to the caretaker a bit, then the shorter, curvier one takes you and holds you to her breasts. You expect she's about to breastfeed you, but then you realize she's just holding you. She's quite buxom, while her partner in the suit is a bit less so, but you can't help wondering why these planty beings need breasts when they reproduce through pollen.
The couple leave and walk through the greenhouses, speaking to each other in that odd language. You stay quiet as the shorter, curvier one holds you to her chest, gazing around as they walk. When they leave the rows of greenhouses, they head out into a city. The skyscrapers, though, are all made of wood, and many of them even look to have been built out of existing trees! Despite this, everything looks... information age, is the best way you can think to describe it. Everyone has smartphones made of lacquered wood, there are wooden street lamps with fireflies in them. The ground is all dirt and grass, though, but it looks like whatever maintenance crews this culture has work hard to make it smooth and even. But are you on some hidden part of Earth, or are you on an alien planet?
Something else you can't help noticing... Everyone is female!
Well, sort of. You know from examining yourself that this race doesn't have genitalia, and it looks like they reproduce through pistils and stamens. But every person you've passed... looks female, at least! Even if they don't have breasts, they at least have very feminine facial features and figures. They show quite a lot of variance in these facial features and body types, but femininity is a constant! And due to their stalk and bulb lower halves, they're all wearing a skirt or dress, being physically incapable of wearing what is conventionally defined as pants or shorts.
However, there doesn't seem to be a nudity taboo, either. You're not wearing a stitch and while rare, you do occasionally spot a member of this plant race with her lower half or upper body uncovered. Despite technically being their genitals, the pistils and stamen on each of their heads aren't treated like a private part, being fully displayed. You also note that there's a variety of colors in the flower petals and eyes, but every person has eyes the same color as their flower. A glance at your reflection in a window shows that yours look to be an indigo color, a perfect mix of your parents' blue and purple. You spot a few kids running around playing, and looking at their flowers confirms that this race doesn't grow pistils and stamens until sexual maturity.
The pair takes you to an apartment complex, and you note that metal, plastics, and ceramics do exist, but wood seems to be the preference. You have to wonder if maybe this race either doesn't like using mineral materials or if minerals are just a rare resource for them.
The pair take you to their apartment and lead you to a little room with a loamy soil-filled planter box and several toys, including a wooden television set and quite a few books. They each kiss you on the forehead, turn the TV on to what looks to be an animated children's program, then leave you to your own devices.
Hm... You could easily pull yourself out and crawl around on your hands, dragging your bulb behind you. What should you do?
Reader Choice
[ ] Play with your toys.
[ ] Look at the children's books.
[ ] Watch TV.
[ ] Go out to the rest of the apartment and bother your parents.
[ ] Write-in.
Prologue: Part 4
- Location
- New York
[X] Watch TV.
You settle in and watch some TV. Maybe you can learn more about this culture.
It seems to be a children's learning program. Actors are even dressed in big furry suits as strange creatures and look to be explaining the difference between circles, squares, and triangles. But the actors... they're more of these feminine plant people. You can tell from the rooty bulbs underneath their suits.
When the program ends another one begins, this one fully animated. It looks to be one of those children's cartoons where they try to teach you life lessons, this one about one of the plant-women children who's in elementary school and trying to find her place in the world.
You're starting to wonder whether this is an alien planet or some hidden and isolated section of Earth. The lack of Humans seems to be pointing towards an alien planet, but the similarities between this place's culture and technology level and Earth seem to point towards this being an Earth location.
Then again, this is the DC universe. Planet of Hats is very much in effect. "Planet of Plants," maybe?
You've officially been in this life for six months. Your parents have come in frequently to play with you and cuddle you and you've starting to get a grasp of the language due to TV and listening to them talk. From what you can gather, this is indeed an alien planet, and the people here are called 'Phytognosts.' The planet is Phyton B. Your name is Peony, because of course even on an alien planet parents are terrible at naming their kids. Of your parents, the taller, more slender one with purple eyes and flower is Thistle and the shorter, curvier one with blue eyes and flower is Azalea.
Thistle and Azalea are... kinda weird. They always seem to be in total sync and are very high energy. They shower you with gifts and affection and constantly talk about how much they love their little girl. It... kinda reminds you of how your last mom was before the Alzheimer's kicked in.
Despite having a fairly good grasp of the language, you still can't speak it. It's like your leafy tongue can't keep up with your mind.
A year has passed since your 'birth.' You can't help noticing that days and years have the same times as Earth, but... eh. Whichever DC writer wrote the planet probably wasn't that creative. Anyway, a year in and you finally have an idea of how to talk. You've been practicing noises in secret, and you think you might be able to get a first word out. What should it be?
You could cry to get your parents both in here, then say 'momma.' They're technically both your mother. It'd probably mean a lot to them.
You could go for something cute, like 'kogat'. A 'kogat' is a cute, furry, fungivorous animal on this planet often kept as a pet.
Or you could go for something smart, like 'water.'
Of course, you'll be using the Phytognost language equivalent of all these words.
Reader Choice
[ ] Momma
[ ] Kogat
[ ] Water
[ ] Write-in!
You settle in and watch some TV. Maybe you can learn more about this culture.
It seems to be a children's learning program. Actors are even dressed in big furry suits as strange creatures and look to be explaining the difference between circles, squares, and triangles. But the actors... they're more of these feminine plant people. You can tell from the rooty bulbs underneath their suits.
When the program ends another one begins, this one fully animated. It looks to be one of those children's cartoons where they try to teach you life lessons, this one about one of the plant-women children who's in elementary school and trying to find her place in the world.
You're starting to wonder whether this is an alien planet or some hidden and isolated section of Earth. The lack of Humans seems to be pointing towards an alien planet, but the similarities between this place's culture and technology level and Earth seem to point towards this being an Earth location.
Then again, this is the DC universe. Planet of Hats is very much in effect. "Planet of Plants," maybe?
-o-
You've officially been in this life for six months. Your parents have come in frequently to play with you and cuddle you and you've starting to get a grasp of the language due to TV and listening to them talk. From what you can gather, this is indeed an alien planet, and the people here are called 'Phytognosts.' The planet is Phyton B. Your name is Peony, because of course even on an alien planet parents are terrible at naming their kids. Of your parents, the taller, more slender one with purple eyes and flower is Thistle and the shorter, curvier one with blue eyes and flower is Azalea.
Thistle and Azalea are... kinda weird. They always seem to be in total sync and are very high energy. They shower you with gifts and affection and constantly talk about how much they love their little girl. It... kinda reminds you of how your last mom was before the Alzheimer's kicked in.
Despite having a fairly good grasp of the language, you still can't speak it. It's like your leafy tongue can't keep up with your mind.
-o-
A year has passed since your 'birth.' You can't help noticing that days and years have the same times as Earth, but... eh. Whichever DC writer wrote the planet probably wasn't that creative. Anyway, a year in and you finally have an idea of how to talk. You've been practicing noises in secret, and you think you might be able to get a first word out. What should it be?
You could cry to get your parents both in here, then say 'momma.' They're technically both your mother. It'd probably mean a lot to them.
You could go for something cute, like 'kogat'. A 'kogat' is a cute, furry, fungivorous animal on this planet often kept as a pet.
Or you could go for something smart, like 'water.'
Of course, you'll be using the Phytognost language equivalent of all these words.
Reader Choice
[ ] Momma
[ ] Kogat
[ ] Water
[ ] Write-in!
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Prologue: Part 5
- Location
- New York
[X] Momma
You begin crying and crying and your parents promptly rush in and scoop you up out of your planter. The shorter, curvier one with the blue flower and eyes, Azalea, holds you in her arms and rocks you. You look between your mom and mom (wow, that's gonna get confusing) and say it, your voice slurring a bit.
"Momma!"
Azalea looks to Thistle, both their eyes widening. "Her first word! Peony's first word!" she exclaims.
Azalea holds you up high, grinning with a mouth full of wooden... teeth. What. "Our baby said her first words! And it's momma! I'm so proud of her!"
"Our girl's a genius!" Thistle says, wrapping her arms around Azalea from behind. She plants a kiss on her wife's neck and you smile at a job well done. Feels good, making others happy.
You're now two years old. Oddly enough, you seem to be at the growth level of a four year old. Maybe Phytognosts just have shorter development periods? It was a challenge at first, but you're now capable of walking on your weird root bulb lower half. Your teeth have also come in, and sure enough, they're wood. Your teeth is a leaf, at that. Like... a literal leaf. Though you can't imagine why Phytognosts need teeth and tongues when they don't eat. Maybe for talking?
Cars and bicycles don't seem to exist on Phyton B, so Thistle and Azalea walk you to your first day of school. Clothing seems to be optional for the Phytognosts since they're all the same gender and don't have any naughty bits, and it's not uncommon for a Phytognost to walk down the street without a stitch on. However, your mothers have insisted and put you in a cute indigo sun dress. Though you can't help noting that Phyton B seems to be perpetually warm. At least, this part of the planet seems to be. Maybe you're in an equatorial zone?
"Make friends, sweetie!" Azalea instructs as you walk down the street.
"Lots of friends!" Thistle adds. They do that a lot. Finishing each other's sentences.
The elementary school isn't all that different from one on Earth just... entirely made of wood. It's even partially built out of an old, massive tree trunk.
Time to have your first day of school.
The first-year elementary students are gathered in a circle as the teacher introduces herself.
"I'm Miss Poplar, and welcome to your first day of school, little buds! Why don't we all introduce ourselves? We'll start with... you." She points to one of the little Phytognosts and one by one they go through the line, introducing themselves one by one and telling a little about themselves. Most of them seem pretty shy.
The one next to you is called on next, a smaller-than-average girl with a yellow flower and eyes. Panic flashes in her eyes and she stammers for a response. Your heart instantly goes out to her...
Reader Choice
[ ] Grasp her hand and give her a reassuring smile.
[ ] Whisper it'll be okay, you're here for her.
[ ] Give her a hug.
[ ] Write-in.
(Weasel A/N: Sorry for the massive delay. I caught a cold... and was no-lifing Fallout 4.)
You begin crying and crying and your parents promptly rush in and scoop you up out of your planter. The shorter, curvier one with the blue flower and eyes, Azalea, holds you in her arms and rocks you. You look between your mom and mom (wow, that's gonna get confusing) and say it, your voice slurring a bit.
"Momma!"
Azalea looks to Thistle, both their eyes widening. "Her first word! Peony's first word!" she exclaims.
Azalea holds you up high, grinning with a mouth full of wooden... teeth. What. "Our baby said her first words! And it's momma! I'm so proud of her!"
"Our girl's a genius!" Thistle says, wrapping her arms around Azalea from behind. She plants a kiss on her wife's neck and you smile at a job well done. Feels good, making others happy.
-o-
You're now two years old. Oddly enough, you seem to be at the growth level of a four year old. Maybe Phytognosts just have shorter development periods? It was a challenge at first, but you're now capable of walking on your weird root bulb lower half. Your teeth have also come in, and sure enough, they're wood. Your teeth is a leaf, at that. Like... a literal leaf. Though you can't imagine why Phytognosts need teeth and tongues when they don't eat. Maybe for talking?
Cars and bicycles don't seem to exist on Phyton B, so Thistle and Azalea walk you to your first day of school. Clothing seems to be optional for the Phytognosts since they're all the same gender and don't have any naughty bits, and it's not uncommon for a Phytognost to walk down the street without a stitch on. However, your mothers have insisted and put you in a cute indigo sun dress. Though you can't help noting that Phyton B seems to be perpetually warm. At least, this part of the planet seems to be. Maybe you're in an equatorial zone?
"Make friends, sweetie!" Azalea instructs as you walk down the street.
"Lots of friends!" Thistle adds. They do that a lot. Finishing each other's sentences.
The elementary school isn't all that different from one on Earth just... entirely made of wood. It's even partially built out of an old, massive tree trunk.
Time to have your first day of school.
-o-
The first-year elementary students are gathered in a circle as the teacher introduces herself.
"I'm Miss Poplar, and welcome to your first day of school, little buds! Why don't we all introduce ourselves? We'll start with... you." She points to one of the little Phytognosts and one by one they go through the line, introducing themselves one by one and telling a little about themselves. Most of them seem pretty shy.
The one next to you is called on next, a smaller-than-average girl with a yellow flower and eyes. Panic flashes in her eyes and she stammers for a response. Your heart instantly goes out to her...
Reader Choice
[ ] Grasp her hand and give her a reassuring smile.
[ ] Whisper it'll be okay, you're here for her.
[ ] Give her a hug.
[ ] Write-in.
(Weasel A/N: Sorry for the massive delay. I caught a cold... and was no-lifing Fallout 4.)
Prologue: Part 6
- Location
- New York
[X] Grasp her hand and give her a reassuring smile.
Reaching out, you grasp her hand. She turns to look at you, eyes wide, and you give her a reassuring smile. She hesitantly returns it, then nervously introduces herself.
Later there's playtime and the Pytognost from before shyly approaches you. She's a bit smaller than you, and that includes in both height and frame. She's the definition of petite. "Uh... Th-Thank you for that... E-Earlier," she stammers. "I'm Magnolia... You're Peony, right?"
You inwardly cringe a little at your name, but smile at her. "Yeah. Nice to meet you, Magnolia. Did you want to play a game together?"
"R-Really?" she exclaims. But then she calms herself and fidgets nervously with her hands. "But... um... Why?"
You cock a brow. "Why what?"
"Why are you, um... being nice to me?"
"I..." Because you're an extrovert who has more empathy than is probably healthy and you like talking to people who are introverted or look lonely as a result? "Do I need a reason to help someone?"
You imagine that, if Phytognosts had blood, she'd be blushing right now, but instead those solid yellow eyes absolutely light up to the point of sparkling.
Looks like you made a friend!
As the years go by, you learn more about your race and get to know Magnolia. Here's what you manage to figure out about what a Phytognost can do.
First, Phytognosts have no bones, organs, or blood. They are composed of plant matter with a root-like skeletal structure, while their bodily fluids are composed of a milky sap. As a result, their bodies are inhumanly flexible. Their hair is grass, their teeth are wood, their tongues are leaves, and the flower on their head is the same color petals as their eyes, with a stamen and pistils for reproduction.
Phytognosts do not need to eat, sleep, or use the bathroom in the traditional sense. Rather, they only need water, sunlight, and soil. Normally a Phytognost can just absorb nutrients from the soil by walking on it, but if they walk in a place with little soil, they might need to root themselves in soil for a bit to make up for it. Water can be absorbed through just about any body part, but can be imbibed orally as well. Breathing works in reverse. Phytognosts breath out oxygen from their mouths.
Phytognosts are immune to most human diseases, but are susceptible to several plant diseases. Fire is potentially deadly, fungal infections are quite a problem (which is why Kogats are valuable pets, due to being fungivores), and herbicide just absolutely wrecks them. Cold can make them wither, but so long as they bundle up, most Phytognosts can survive short winters. Impure water can make a Phytognost sick, especially if forced to swim in it, since they'll absorb it through their skin.
On the plus side, as you have no blood, you're immune to blood powers or bloodbending. You suspect you'd also have some resistance to mind control due to not having a mammalian brain, but a plant one. You also have no libido due to not reproducing through any form of intercourse, so you're probably immune to any powers that affect the sex drive or physical attraction. You still have a perverted mind, and to be honest... you miss the porn from your last life. You never realized the horror of a planet with no libido. There's not a porno mag or porn site anywhere!
Unlike those damn Martians or Kryptonians, you only have two clear racial abilities you'd consider superpowers. First is that, if a limb is severed or crushed, you can regrow it, but quite slowly. An entire arm can take weeks to regrow, as you found out in that swingset accident. Second, at will, you can release an airborne chemical that repels insects known as Phytoncide.
So yeah. Unless you find some other method of gaining superpowers, you don't have much. An even bigger problem is that Phyton B is still in its information age. They have telescopes, but no interplanetary space travel. They don't even know aliens exist. So getting off Phyton B is another problem.
Another issue you've noticed is just how fast you're aging. Only seven and a half years have passed, but you look like you're fifteen. You asked around and sure enough, Phytognosts rarely live past fifty. It might just be that this life will be a short one... Immortality and extended lifespans aren't exactly common in the DCU.
As you stare off into space, you feel a tap on your shoulder. "Nee? What's wrong?" Magnolia asks you. You realize you were zoning out during your video games. Sighing, you turn to your best friend, forcing a smile so she doesn't worry. Magnolia has really grown over the years, both physically and as your friend. She's still very petite, barely any height or curves to speak of, but she's a cute'n and has an elegant, shy beauty to her.
You, on the other hand, are one hundred sixty-eight centimeters tall and quite slender but with definite curves. You're not entirely sure why Phytognosts have nippleless breasts, or what determines their size, but... you're certainly blessed.
"Nee, you've been staring into space a lot..."
"Heh! Well... I dunno... Lia, you ever feel like you weren't meant to be here? Like there's more out there?" you ponder.
Magnolia giggles. "Nee, you were always a dreamer with her head in the clouds. Did you want to head out to watch the stars tonight? Maybe that might cheer you up."
Hm... Wanna watch the stars with Magnolia tonight?
Reader Choice
[ ] Watch the stars tonight.
[ ] Nah, just stay inside, maybe study for that test.
[ ] Write-in.
Reaching out, you grasp her hand. She turns to look at you, eyes wide, and you give her a reassuring smile. She hesitantly returns it, then nervously introduces herself.
Later there's playtime and the Pytognost from before shyly approaches you. She's a bit smaller than you, and that includes in both height and frame. She's the definition of petite. "Uh... Th-Thank you for that... E-Earlier," she stammers. "I'm Magnolia... You're Peony, right?"
You inwardly cringe a little at your name, but smile at her. "Yeah. Nice to meet you, Magnolia. Did you want to play a game together?"
"R-Really?" she exclaims. But then she calms herself and fidgets nervously with her hands. "But... um... Why?"
You cock a brow. "Why what?"
"Why are you, um... being nice to me?"
"I..." Because you're an extrovert who has more empathy than is probably healthy and you like talking to people who are introverted or look lonely as a result? "Do I need a reason to help someone?"
You imagine that, if Phytognosts had blood, she'd be blushing right now, but instead those solid yellow eyes absolutely light up to the point of sparkling.
Looks like you made a friend!
-o-
As the years go by, you learn more about your race and get to know Magnolia. Here's what you manage to figure out about what a Phytognost can do.
First, Phytognosts have no bones, organs, or blood. They are composed of plant matter with a root-like skeletal structure, while their bodily fluids are composed of a milky sap. As a result, their bodies are inhumanly flexible. Their hair is grass, their teeth are wood, their tongues are leaves, and the flower on their head is the same color petals as their eyes, with a stamen and pistils for reproduction.
Phytognosts do not need to eat, sleep, or use the bathroom in the traditional sense. Rather, they only need water, sunlight, and soil. Normally a Phytognost can just absorb nutrients from the soil by walking on it, but if they walk in a place with little soil, they might need to root themselves in soil for a bit to make up for it. Water can be absorbed through just about any body part, but can be imbibed orally as well. Breathing works in reverse. Phytognosts breath out oxygen from their mouths.
Phytognosts are immune to most human diseases, but are susceptible to several plant diseases. Fire is potentially deadly, fungal infections are quite a problem (which is why Kogats are valuable pets, due to being fungivores), and herbicide just absolutely wrecks them. Cold can make them wither, but so long as they bundle up, most Phytognosts can survive short winters. Impure water can make a Phytognost sick, especially if forced to swim in it, since they'll absorb it through their skin.
On the plus side, as you have no blood, you're immune to blood powers or bloodbending. You suspect you'd also have some resistance to mind control due to not having a mammalian brain, but a plant one. You also have no libido due to not reproducing through any form of intercourse, so you're probably immune to any powers that affect the sex drive or physical attraction. You still have a perverted mind, and to be honest... you miss the porn from your last life. You never realized the horror of a planet with no libido. There's not a porno mag or porn site anywhere!
Unlike those damn Martians or Kryptonians, you only have two clear racial abilities you'd consider superpowers. First is that, if a limb is severed or crushed, you can regrow it, but quite slowly. An entire arm can take weeks to regrow, as you found out in that swingset accident. Second, at will, you can release an airborne chemical that repels insects known as Phytoncide.
So yeah. Unless you find some other method of gaining superpowers, you don't have much. An even bigger problem is that Phyton B is still in its information age. They have telescopes, but no interplanetary space travel. They don't even know aliens exist. So getting off Phyton B is another problem.
Another issue you've noticed is just how fast you're aging. Only seven and a half years have passed, but you look like you're fifteen. You asked around and sure enough, Phytognosts rarely live past fifty. It might just be that this life will be a short one... Immortality and extended lifespans aren't exactly common in the DCU.
As you stare off into space, you feel a tap on your shoulder. "Nee? What's wrong?" Magnolia asks you. You realize you were zoning out during your video games. Sighing, you turn to your best friend, forcing a smile so she doesn't worry. Magnolia has really grown over the years, both physically and as your friend. She's still very petite, barely any height or curves to speak of, but she's a cute'n and has an elegant, shy beauty to her.
You, on the other hand, are one hundred sixty-eight centimeters tall and quite slender but with definite curves. You're not entirely sure why Phytognosts have nippleless breasts, or what determines their size, but... you're certainly blessed.
"Nee, you've been staring into space a lot..."
"Heh! Well... I dunno... Lia, you ever feel like you weren't meant to be here? Like there's more out there?" you ponder.
Magnolia giggles. "Nee, you were always a dreamer with her head in the clouds. Did you want to head out to watch the stars tonight? Maybe that might cheer you up."
Hm... Wanna watch the stars with Magnolia tonight?
Reader Choice
[ ] Watch the stars tonight.
[ ] Nah, just stay inside, maybe study for that test.
[ ] Write-in.
Prologue: Part 7
- Location
- New York
[X] Watch the stars tonight.
"Stargazing it is." You high-five your BFFsy.
That night, you and Magnolia head to the hills just outside town and lie down to gaze at the stars. It's odd... you can't spot any of the constellations you normally know. Still... the stars are the stars. No matter what planet you're on in this universe, they all share the same sky, the same space, and the same stars.
"Thanks for suggesting this Lia. This is really soothing..." you tell your best friend, reclined on the grass with her.
Magnolia glances at you, smiling. "Why is it you like stargazing so much, Nee?"
You shrug. Because you're not originally from Phyton B? "Well... I dunno. I guess it's because it keeps me level-headed and humble. It's impossible to keep a swelled ego when you gaze at the stars. No matter what conflicts arise on this planet's surface, nobody can conquer the heavens. It just makes you feel so small and insignificant... To think that compared to what's up there, you're just a space between the stars."
Magnolia giggles and reaches over to pay with your long, grassy hair. "Ego? That implies some level of self-centeredness, Nee. You're the most compassionate person I know," she says.
You sigh and roll over to face your friend and trace your finger along the grass. "Yeah, but... compassion doesn't get you very far in life." It certainly didn't get you far in your last one.
"Nee, look, a shooting star! Make a wish!" Magnolia gasps, pointing.
You glance up to see the white light streak across the sky. A wish, huh? You wish... You wish you had something more in your life than all this.
"Nee, is it... shooting towards us?"
You look closer and sure enough see the white streak flying closer towards you, moving to fly straight and getting brighter and bigger. As you gaze at it, you realize it's not white at all... It's... purple? No... Not purple. Indigo!
Rather than a loud boom, the flying object impacts the ground right in front of you with a soft thud. It looks to be a long, thin shaft, stabbing into the soft soil and subtly glowing indigo. You gaze at the hood-shaped head and suddenly realize it looks a bit familiar... You reach out for it and touch it, finding it's not even hot to the touch. Just... pleasantly warm.
"Nee, what are you doing? That thing... could be dangerous," Magnolia warns nervously.
Undeterred, you grasp the staff and attempt to pull it out of the ground. When you do, a bright indigo light shines from the tip of the staff and shoots a beam at your right hand. It strikes your middle finger and you again feel the pleasant warmth of... compassion!
ERROR NAME UNKNOWN of Phyton B. You have the ability to feel great Compassion. Welcome to the Indigo Tribe.
A voice enters your head unbidden and in that moment, you realize...
Why that ROB said your career path would be as a "superfunctionary."
"Stargazing it is." You high-five your BFFsy.
-o-
That night, you and Magnolia head to the hills just outside town and lie down to gaze at the stars. It's odd... you can't spot any of the constellations you normally know. Still... the stars are the stars. No matter what planet you're on in this universe, they all share the same sky, the same space, and the same stars.
"Thanks for suggesting this Lia. This is really soothing..." you tell your best friend, reclined on the grass with her.
Magnolia glances at you, smiling. "Why is it you like stargazing so much, Nee?"
You shrug. Because you're not originally from Phyton B? "Well... I dunno. I guess it's because it keeps me level-headed and humble. It's impossible to keep a swelled ego when you gaze at the stars. No matter what conflicts arise on this planet's surface, nobody can conquer the heavens. It just makes you feel so small and insignificant... To think that compared to what's up there, you're just a space between the stars."
Magnolia giggles and reaches over to pay with your long, grassy hair. "Ego? That implies some level of self-centeredness, Nee. You're the most compassionate person I know," she says.
You sigh and roll over to face your friend and trace your finger along the grass. "Yeah, but... compassion doesn't get you very far in life." It certainly didn't get you far in your last one.
"Nee, look, a shooting star! Make a wish!" Magnolia gasps, pointing.
You glance up to see the white light streak across the sky. A wish, huh? You wish... You wish you had something more in your life than all this.
"Nee, is it... shooting towards us?"
You look closer and sure enough see the white streak flying closer towards you, moving to fly straight and getting brighter and bigger. As you gaze at it, you realize it's not white at all... It's... purple? No... Not purple. Indigo!
Rather than a loud boom, the flying object impacts the ground right in front of you with a soft thud. It looks to be a long, thin shaft, stabbing into the soft soil and subtly glowing indigo. You gaze at the hood-shaped head and suddenly realize it looks a bit familiar... You reach out for it and touch it, finding it's not even hot to the touch. Just... pleasantly warm.
"Nee, what are you doing? That thing... could be dangerous," Magnolia warns nervously.
Undeterred, you grasp the staff and attempt to pull it out of the ground. When you do, a bright indigo light shines from the tip of the staff and shoots a beam at your right hand. It strikes your middle finger and you again feel the pleasant warmth of... compassion!
ERROR NAME UNKNOWN of Phyton B. You have the ability to feel great Compassion. Welcome to the Indigo Tribe.
A voice enters your head unbidden and in that moment, you realize...
Why that ROB said your career path would be as a "superfunctionary."
Prologue: Nok
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Chapter 1: Part 1
- Location
- New York
Well, let's review.
After seven and a half years on a pre-spaceflight planet of sapient plants, you gain an Indigo Lantern Power Ring and Indigo Lantern Power Staff, being inducted into the Indigo Tribe.
...Talk about a deus ex machina. Don't these things assimilate people, though? Yet you... don't feel any different. You feel stronger, but you don't feel any more compassionate or less... uh... what's the opposite of compassion? Whatevs.
"Nee! Are you all right?!" Magnolia cries, standing up and scurrying over to you.
You turn to her and nod, holding the staff in your left hand like a motherfucking wizard. "Uh... yeah. I'm good. I feel fine. Better than fine, actually."
"Are you sure? You grabbed that staff, and then there was indigo light, and..." She's nearly crying... You smile and wrap your friend in a hug, quieting her nerves with warmth and softness. She finally settles down and you pull away a little.
"See? Still the same old me," you tell her, booping her on the center of her face where a nose would normally be located on a human.
Though that's actually cause for concern... Why hasn't this Indigo Power Ring assimilated you, turned you into a selfless, empathetic drone with no identity beyond compassion for others?
Personality protocol has been fully executed. Minimal alteration necessary.
You jump at the sound of that voice in your head again. Who are you, you think to yourself.
Indigo Ring assigned to Sector 1945, the Ring answers in your head.
Hmmm... So you're assigned to this sector? Does that include Earth?
Patrol area is not restricted by Sector of origin.
Oh! Huh. Interesting... Hm... Let's see, you try to remember what all the powers of an Indigo Ring are, but hey, it's been seven and a half years without Wikipedia. You remember they can teleport and act as a universal translator, fire energy blasts, but can't do constructs like other Power Rings without significant difficulty. You also hear Green and Blue Power Rings can act as encyclopedias, but you can't remember if Indigo Rings can do that. What else? Flight, obviously. And you're pretty sure these things have limited healing powers. Oh, and of course, you can summon a costume with it!
"Nee, what should we do about the staff and ring?" Magnolia asks, snapping you out of your musings.
Uh... Good question.
Well, you really wanna test out your powers. You could probably find somewhere private to do that.
You could tell Magnolia everything. She is your best friend.
You could also tell your parents about this. They're pretty cool and could probably help you through this.
You could stash them somewhere under the guise of throwing them away, go home, come back for them, then take the first Indigo teleportation to Earth and never look back. But, honestly? You'd miss your friend and parents...
It's possible, if you play your cards right, you could teleport to Earth and back as needed with your parents and friends none the wiser about your superheroism... Or you could tell them so they can support and cover for you. Really, unlike most superheroes, you don't have the danger of supervillains getting to your loved ones. Phyton B is pre-spaceflight and Indigo teleportation is untraceable.
Reader Choice (multiple choices applicable as wanted)
-What to do?
[ ] Test out powers in private.
[ ] Stash ring and staff somewhere, then escape Phyton B for good.
[ ] Teleport to Earth and Phyton B as needed for your superheroism and life here.
-Who to tell?
[ ] Tell Magnolia everything. (leads to power testing scene)
[ ] Tell your parents everything.
[ ] Keep this a secret, try and maintain a separation between heroics and home life.
[ ] Vanish from Phyton B after one last goodbye.
After seven and a half years on a pre-spaceflight planet of sapient plants, you gain an Indigo Lantern Power Ring and Indigo Lantern Power Staff, being inducted into the Indigo Tribe.
...Talk about a deus ex machina. Don't these things assimilate people, though? Yet you... don't feel any different. You feel stronger, but you don't feel any more compassionate or less... uh... what's the opposite of compassion? Whatevs.
"Nee! Are you all right?!" Magnolia cries, standing up and scurrying over to you.
You turn to her and nod, holding the staff in your left hand like a motherfucking wizard. "Uh... yeah. I'm good. I feel fine. Better than fine, actually."
"Are you sure? You grabbed that staff, and then there was indigo light, and..." She's nearly crying... You smile and wrap your friend in a hug, quieting her nerves with warmth and softness. She finally settles down and you pull away a little.
"See? Still the same old me," you tell her, booping her on the center of her face where a nose would normally be located on a human.
Though that's actually cause for concern... Why hasn't this Indigo Power Ring assimilated you, turned you into a selfless, empathetic drone with no identity beyond compassion for others?
Personality protocol has been fully executed. Minimal alteration necessary.
You jump at the sound of that voice in your head again. Who are you, you think to yourself.
Indigo Ring assigned to Sector 1945, the Ring answers in your head.
Hmmm... So you're assigned to this sector? Does that include Earth?
Patrol area is not restricted by Sector of origin.
Oh! Huh. Interesting... Hm... Let's see, you try to remember what all the powers of an Indigo Ring are, but hey, it's been seven and a half years without Wikipedia. You remember they can teleport and act as a universal translator, fire energy blasts, but can't do constructs like other Power Rings without significant difficulty. You also hear Green and Blue Power Rings can act as encyclopedias, but you can't remember if Indigo Rings can do that. What else? Flight, obviously. And you're pretty sure these things have limited healing powers. Oh, and of course, you can summon a costume with it!
"Nee, what should we do about the staff and ring?" Magnolia asks, snapping you out of your musings.
Uh... Good question.
Well, you really wanna test out your powers. You could probably find somewhere private to do that.
You could tell Magnolia everything. She is your best friend.
You could also tell your parents about this. They're pretty cool and could probably help you through this.
You could stash them somewhere under the guise of throwing them away, go home, come back for them, then take the first Indigo teleportation to Earth and never look back. But, honestly? You'd miss your friend and parents...
It's possible, if you play your cards right, you could teleport to Earth and back as needed with your parents and friends none the wiser about your superheroism... Or you could tell them so they can support and cover for you. Really, unlike most superheroes, you don't have the danger of supervillains getting to your loved ones. Phyton B is pre-spaceflight and Indigo teleportation is untraceable.
Reader Choice (multiple choices applicable as wanted)
-What to do?
[ ] Test out powers in private.
[ ] Stash ring and staff somewhere, then escape Phyton B for good.
[ ] Teleport to Earth and Phyton B as needed for your superheroism and life here.
-Who to tell?
[ ] Tell Magnolia everything. (leads to power testing scene)
[ ] Tell your parents everything.
[ ] Keep this a secret, try and maintain a separation between heroics and home life.
[ ] Vanish from Phyton B after one last goodbye.
Chapter 1: Part 2
- Location
- New York
[X] Teleport to Earth and Phyton B as needed for your superheroism and life here.
[X] Tell Magnolia everything.
[X] Tell your parents everything.
You turn to Magnolia, putting the hand not holding the staff on her shoulder. "Lia, this is very important. I need you to listen carefully, okay? Just... calm down and listen, okay?"
She nods.
"This. Is. AWESOME!"
You grin, your best friend hopping up and down. "You're like a superhero! We have to test out your new powers. Right now!"
"I couldn't agree more, Lia!" you say, grinning.
Turning, you hold your staff out, pointing the hood-like head at the sky. Focusing, and using a bit of the ring for guidance, you fire an indigo bolt of energy from it.
"Whoa! That's awesome! Try flying now!"
Focusing, you shakily begin to rise, your roots floating off the ground. You float to and fro for a bit, but find that your ability to soar like a jet is a bit lacking at the minute. You ungracefully drop back to the grassy hill.
"You'll get better, Nee! Now try teleporting!"
You again focus on the Indigo Light of Compassion's power over space and wormholes... and then vanish.
You find yourself in your room back home. Then another focus and thrust of your staff and you're back where Magnolia is. She's staring at you in wide-eyed wonder.
"Oh, oh! Let's see your costume next!"
You focus, trying to feel compassion, and then feel your green sun dress completely shift. You gain an indigo sarong around your waist bearing the Indigo Lantern symbol, as well as a series of straps over both your 'breasts,' meeting behind your shoulders. It's... honestly pretty revealing, but it's not like you have any genitalia.
"You look like a tribal, Nee! That's so awesome!" Magnolia cheers. She's normally a lot more reserved than this, but the excitement has got her hyped. "What other powers do you have?"
"Well, according to the Ring, my teleportation can't be traced under any means, and I can heal so long as the person I'm healing just felt compassion for someone or something. Unfortunately, healing them causes them to re-experience every horrific thing they've done in their life, and I can't heal myself. I can also purge parasites and exorcise possessors out of people, but unless we find someone with Rotshrooms, I don't think we can test that out."
"This's still super awesome! To think, aliens are real, and you could be the first Phytognost to leave Phyton B!"
"Well, I'll still pop in for school and to see everyone. But... Hm. Yeah, let's tell my parents. They can probably help cover for me while I'm off in the galaxy, superheroing," you suggest.
"Kay!"
Your parents' reactions are... predictable.
"Our daughter's a superhero!" mom cheers, hugging you tight against her bosom.
"We're so proud!" mom praises, sandwiching you between her and mom.
...Confused yet?
"Uh, you two... don't have any questions beyond this?" you ask.
"Oh, we have plenty of questions!" mom says.
"But, well... We kinda always knew you were destined for greater things. We just didn't know how greater!" mom agrees.
"Yeah, ever since we noticed how smart and aware you were as a baby, we figured you weren't the average Phytognost."
Shit, they noticed that? Dammit, why'd you have to have such amazing parents?
"Don't worry dear, we won't tell anyone. And we'll cover for you while you're out patrolling the galaxy," mom assures you.
"Just make sure to come by when you can! You still need to attend school, after all."
You smile, wrapping your hands around your moms' arms. "Yeah... Thanks mom, thanks mom."
Okay, first things first...
This is the DC Universe. That means Earth is the center of it. Uh... metaphorically. If you want to be in the thick of things... You need to head to Earth.
You might want to pack a bit, though. Make preparations. But... what should you bring, and what preparations should you make?
Reader Choice
[ ] Write-in.
[X] Tell Magnolia everything.
[X] Tell your parents everything.
You turn to Magnolia, putting the hand not holding the staff on her shoulder. "Lia, this is very important. I need you to listen carefully, okay? Just... calm down and listen, okay?"
She nods.
-o-
"This. Is. AWESOME!"
You grin, your best friend hopping up and down. "You're like a superhero! We have to test out your new powers. Right now!"
"I couldn't agree more, Lia!" you say, grinning.
Turning, you hold your staff out, pointing the hood-like head at the sky. Focusing, and using a bit of the ring for guidance, you fire an indigo bolt of energy from it.
"Whoa! That's awesome! Try flying now!"
Focusing, you shakily begin to rise, your roots floating off the ground. You float to and fro for a bit, but find that your ability to soar like a jet is a bit lacking at the minute. You ungracefully drop back to the grassy hill.
"You'll get better, Nee! Now try teleporting!"
You again focus on the Indigo Light of Compassion's power over space and wormholes... and then vanish.
You find yourself in your room back home. Then another focus and thrust of your staff and you're back where Magnolia is. She's staring at you in wide-eyed wonder.
"Oh, oh! Let's see your costume next!"
You focus, trying to feel compassion, and then feel your green sun dress completely shift. You gain an indigo sarong around your waist bearing the Indigo Lantern symbol, as well as a series of straps over both your 'breasts,' meeting behind your shoulders. It's... honestly pretty revealing, but it's not like you have any genitalia.
"You look like a tribal, Nee! That's so awesome!" Magnolia cheers. She's normally a lot more reserved than this, but the excitement has got her hyped. "What other powers do you have?"
"Well, according to the Ring, my teleportation can't be traced under any means, and I can heal so long as the person I'm healing just felt compassion for someone or something. Unfortunately, healing them causes them to re-experience every horrific thing they've done in their life, and I can't heal myself. I can also purge parasites and exorcise possessors out of people, but unless we find someone with Rotshrooms, I don't think we can test that out."
"This's still super awesome! To think, aliens are real, and you could be the first Phytognost to leave Phyton B!"
"Well, I'll still pop in for school and to see everyone. But... Hm. Yeah, let's tell my parents. They can probably help cover for me while I'm off in the galaxy, superheroing," you suggest.
"Kay!"
-o-
Your parents' reactions are... predictable.
"Our daughter's a superhero!" mom cheers, hugging you tight against her bosom.
"We're so proud!" mom praises, sandwiching you between her and mom.
...Confused yet?
"Uh, you two... don't have any questions beyond this?" you ask.
"Oh, we have plenty of questions!" mom says.
"But, well... We kinda always knew you were destined for greater things. We just didn't know how greater!" mom agrees.
"Yeah, ever since we noticed how smart and aware you were as a baby, we figured you weren't the average Phytognost."
Shit, they noticed that? Dammit, why'd you have to have such amazing parents?
"Don't worry dear, we won't tell anyone. And we'll cover for you while you're out patrolling the galaxy," mom assures you.
"Just make sure to come by when you can! You still need to attend school, after all."
You smile, wrapping your hands around your moms' arms. "Yeah... Thanks mom, thanks mom."
-o-
Okay, first things first...
This is the DC Universe. That means Earth is the center of it. Uh... metaphorically. If you want to be in the thick of things... You need to head to Earth.
You might want to pack a bit, though. Make preparations. But... what should you bring, and what preparations should you make?
Reader Choice
[ ] Write-in.