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Yes I did, thank you for catching that
Life Ore Death - DC Feruchemy [Young Justice]
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Sheaman3773
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I hope everything is going alright for you.
I was taken aback, and kept reading, but later there was another twist and I lost interest in keeping up to date. It looks like it's done, now, though, so I might try to check it out sometime, see if I can finish it now that it's done /shrug
The one I was thinking of at the time wasn't a fanfic, it was an original fantasy called Twisted Cogs, which takes place is a sort of magical* Renaissance Italy, which was a pleasant change of pace. I don't want to spoiler too much, but there was a kind of offer that is often made in fantasy/adventure stories, which the protagonists never take...except this time, they did.
I was taken aback, and kept reading, but later there was another twist and I lost interest in keeping up to date. It looks like it's done, now, though, so I might try to check it out sometime, see if I can finish it now that it's done /shrug
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Honestly, I'm a bit confused why she isn't trying to escape via using her conceptual abilities other then her anti-life infection. She could probably try to do something with e.g. preservation to try to mitigate some of the things interfering with her and mother box.
The 'strict biochemical basis' theory of feruchemy is... a bit odd to me, but I think I'm mostly willing to hear it out, though i'd think that eventually she'd be sufficiently spiritual that that sort of thing stops working.
I'm also kind of curious if there's some of her understanding of Ruin that isn't irredeemably problematically associated with the anti-life.
I suppose the problem with learning a rune based magic system is that it isn't something that you can easily deploy when confined like that...
The strategies are rather good - it's not nesscarily that hard for a well-prepared ambush to defeat individual justice league members but the problem with this sort of thing is that it grows much harder to deal with them when not just on there lonesome.
The 'strict biochemical basis' theory of feruchemy is... a bit odd to me, but I think I'm mostly willing to hear it out, though i'd think that eventually she'd be sufficiently spiritual that that sort of thing stops working.
I'm also kind of curious if there's some of her understanding of Ruin that isn't irredeemably problematically associated with the anti-life.
I suppose the problem with learning a rune based magic system is that it isn't something that you can easily deploy when confined like that...
The strategies are rather good - it's not nesscarily that hard for a well-prepared ambush to defeat individual justice league members but the problem with this sort of thing is that it grows much harder to deal with them when not just on there lonesome.
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- Canada
times when Superman's alien tastebuds caused problems.
Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
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- Australia
So that begs the question...
what if Jade found out the truth and couldn't deny it?
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- Leeds
Awkward excuses hes had to make when trying to swap personas.
Not LOD canon (yet) but still Hilarious
Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
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- Australia
I mean, he can probably safely eat almost anything....
that could probably cause some shenanigans....
Hmm...
Stripes
Genre-Savvy Anti-Nihilist
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There is already quite tight window of opportunities here: Zeta Tubes and Globe are controlled by The Light and Bella (the bioship) is disabled.
Right now, disengagement and retreat already are reasonably best outcomes.
The Lighthouse of Alexandria - part 11
Obloquy
CrossMyHeart And HopeToDie, StickANeedleInMyEye
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- the Physical Realm
Life Ore Death
* Final StageAching and exhausted, Batman staggered out of the Bat-mobile, willing to admit that even he needed a break now.
He felt so awful after everything, a part of him wanted to die and get it over with… a larger piece than the usual 'small part', at that.
He needed to sleep and to eat, and with the radio news that Gotham Police had recovered his mother's body and were returning it to Wayne Manor for confirmation, he was willing to admit having that need, and giving into it.
He wanted to kiss Talia and curl up beside her.
He wanted to stuff his face with the recipes Alfred had amassed that kept to Batman's strict diet.
He wanted to hug Dick, pick up Jason in his arms, and collapse into an armchair beside a fireplace, summer be damned.
He wanted to sleep for a week.
He wanted to die, just to stop feeling everything ache so badly.
With twenty of the escaped inmates back behind bars, and his parents' remains half-recovered, Batman finally felt able to rest, however temporarily. He so rarely got 8 hours that it was a treat, and he felt like he might indulge in ten or twelve hours, even.
Then he would be up again, of course, but neither Snapper nor Talia had reported any more problems from the rest of the world, and he knew Clark would be over in Gotham at the first opportunity to find his father. He might wake up to good news, even.
He might….
Batman hoped fervently that he would wake up from this terribly new nightmare soon.
He looked around the wreckage and concluded with dread that he hurt too much to be asleep.
Ra's al Ghul had twice attacked the Bat-cave, but Wayne Manor's and the cave's security systems were constantly updated.
There hadn't even been any alarms triggered, there was just a mess of equipment, and the main screens of the computer had been punched out.
"C-computer," Batman wheezed, his heart hammering, but the systems failed to respond.
His eyes quickly found the labels that identified some of his trophies, and on parts of the city map.
He could read. He could feel his dozens of bodily aches and exhaustion. That meant this wasn't a dream.
Oh, how he wished this could be a dream, or a Fear Toxin hallucination.
Batman had run the numbers, and there were too many statistically significant coincidences in his life. He felt certain that something was interfering, even if Zatara never was able to determine what force was potentially responsible.
As he tore up the steps at top speed, Batman found himself—for the first time in years, and only the fourth time since The Shooting That Night—genuinely praying: that Dick and Jason were still out of the city, and that the others' injuries would be survivable.
Staggering out of the grandfather clock, into the upturned office that had been his father's, Bruce knew that it was bad.
He didn't even realize that he hadn't activated any alarms to summon the authorities, or medical support, so consumed was he with his burning need to know. His rage transmuted to resolve under Batman's steely discipline, and it drove him forward without pause.
Waiting for him at the end of the hallway was Bane.
"Bienvenidos, Bruce Wayne," the masked man purred.
"Bane," snarled Batman, stalking forward without heed. "So Ra's did inform you."
One part of him knew that it did no good to run; the rest of him would not have cared if it did.
He used his pain to keep going, like the lash at his back, but his body nearly failed him halfway, and he staggered.
Bane came down to meet him, instead, striding confidently down the hall.
"The old man did not need to tell me anything, Batman," Bane disagreed. "Nothing but what he wanted of me. Batman must be of a certain height, weight, and muscle mass to work as he does. We can see Caucasian skin around his mouth and chin. He must have access to tremendous funds for what he does… You were young and inexperienced when you became Batman. So hasty… You would have been better off to stay in the… not the League of Shadows, but to stay only in Gotham's shadows for your crusade. Too many mistakes in the beginning."
"The next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing to do is nothing," Batman wheezed, trying to snarl. The arm that wasn't supporting his weight on the wall instead headed toward his utility belt, and Bane did not try to stop him.
"Freeze capsules, sí?" Bane predicted as Batman reached them. Batman stilled. "Arrest is but retirement to one such as Ra's al Ghul, Batman, and he has been seeking an heir for a long time. I shall conquer you, claim Gotham's underground, and keep it for my own as we dismantle the Justice League, and the Light finally spreads out across our world. Like Heracles, that was my task to take command over the Shadows.
"You may still be of use to us," Bane continued as he rolled his shoulders. "I do not intend to kill you; there will be many heroes fallen and martyrs made this day, but you need not be one, Bruce. I shall conquer you, and at my co-workers' requests, break you to bridle. Indeed…."
"Many have tried," grit out Batman, and on the off chance that he could provoke Bane to killing him rather than living the rest of his life under mind-control, the Dark Knight added, "better men than you. They all failed."
One blow flung him down the hall, and he rolled with the landing to come up quickly.
"Then they were not my superiors, Batman," Bane retorted jovially. Batman flung the freeze capsules, but Bane produced a set of similar capsules—ones from Batman's own supply—and the ice fizzled away as it formed around his feet. "I have been recognized by my equals already."
"Power," Batman spat. "Wealth. Glory. I've always known men such as you kill for them, but I've never understood why."
"Why not, elder brother?" Bane mocked smashing Batman into a display pedestal. Batman hesitated on the floor, wondering if he'd hallucinated. Bane kicked him, despite Batman's swipe with a batarang drawing blood. "I could have been given this, but now I take it!"
"B-but… the blood tests came back negative," Batman stammered, hoping it was only… Bane couldn't be….
"Oh?" For a moment Bane seemed almost confused, and he was gentle as he picked the Dark Knight off the floor.
"W-we… I'm not…." Bruce Wayne's brain was pushed to the ragged edge already, but this accusation, this false claim, galvanized him again.
"I must conclude," Bane suggested with amusement, "that Martha may have had her own affair, first. Pity."
Bane blocked Batman's furious fist, but the Dark Knight drove his knee into Bane's ribs. Bane grunted, spun and threw him through the railing at the top of the stairs into the grand entryway, shattering the marble banister into a spray of shards.
It did not end with that. With absolute confidence, Bane leapt down from the balcony after him as Batman forced his body to its feet again.
Pulling real weapons from a 'decorative' suit of armor kept in case of home invasions, Batman engaged Bane with a halberd (until the wood shattered) and then a sword (which he could barely swing) as he retreated down the hall strategically.
He flipped switches to set traps engineered into the walls on Bane as the man pummeled him through hallways.
He tore the Taser from Marilyn's unresponsive hand when he found the maid splayed out unconscious in the large kitchen.
He threw chef's knives at Bane when the bigger man gave him a few feet of breathing room to gloat unwisely.
He drew a shout when he smashed one of Harold Allnut's spare wrenches into Bane's elbow as they struggled through the Manor, and only Batman's exhaustion saved Bane from losing an eye when the Dark Knight stabbed a screwdriver at the drug lord's masked face.
He heard Alfred stammer and cough wetly from some dark corner, and it cost him as Bane smashed him into a display of china.
"M-mast-er Bru-,"
Batman tried to demand an answer from Bane for what he had done, but his head rang to loudly for him to hear his own words.
All the lights were too bright, dizzying even in the darkness.
He reached for a syringe injection, but found liquid leaking from his belt; Bane had targeted that section of it first, deliberately.
Plaster cratered as impacts smashed the Bat into walls and doorframes. Doors themselves were demolished easily by Bane's brutal force.
Batman's armor had saved his life a dozen times in the past five minutes alone, but he knew he had broken ribs already.
Bloody drool dribbled from his mouth and he'd lost two teeth at some point in the beating.
He'd still given a good accounting, under the circumstances, as Bane was bleeding from a dozen wounds across his body; the largest was on his collarbone, when the functional spikes that decorated his gauntlets would have slashed Bane's throat open were he any slower.
"I am Bane, and I could kill you-," Bane reiterated, having asked some earlier question Batman failed to hear through the ringing in his ears. Everything was dizzily twisting on him, and he only wished his entire body were hurting, because then at least it would be consistent. Instead, the Dark Knight felt a patchwork of pain, like jigsaw pieces fitted together with a hammer. "-but death would only end your agony and silence your shame. Your plans have dismantled the Justice League, under my direction.
"I am responsible, but you are guilty of causing the Light's greatest victory. The glory shall be my own, and none shall steal from me," Bane ranted over the ringing in his own ears, as Batman had hit him with several headshots. "Even Talia shall have learned to obey me. She shall be my queen when she recovers from her lesson, and she shall not mourn you, for I will not kill you." Bane lifted Batman into the air above his head, having brought the battered man poetically before the portrait of Thomas and Martha Wayne. "Instead, I will simply-
"BREAK YOU!!"
And he snapped the Dark Knight's spine over his knee.
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* Final Stage
"You really willing to risk his life on that?" Jade teased. Artemis fingered her knife and took a tight grip as she came to a decision.
"No. I wouldn't risk a stranger's life on it either, or Mom's, or any of my friends' lives, or yours. That's sort of the point, Jade. I'm not going to threaten anyone because I believe killing other people is wrong. Maybe there are times when you have to, in self-defense or in emergencies, but it's still a bad thing when that happens. I'm not going to risk Wally's life to stop you. I don't need to."
She stabbed the knife into her inner thigh and pushed.
"Artemis!" Jade yelped in shock. The assassin bolted over to her sister's side as red spurted out of the wound and dribbled down into the dirt.
The blonde staggered but didn't fall; she pulled the knife out to point it at her sister, who stopped short.
"Don't bother trying to tie it off," Artemis assured Jade. "I slit my femoral artery; I'll bleed to death before it clots. We're half an hour from medical attention, no ambulance can reach us in time, and I need professional care in two-to-four minutes or I'm dead, Jade.
"Kid Flash is now your only hope of saving me. You want to talk about ruthless, Sis?" Artemis challenged as the blood drained from her face and out her thigh wound. "Are you ruthless enough to sacrifice me for your precious mission? Heads I win, tails you lose. This is what it means to do anything for that chance at victory. Now either let me die and bury me, or let. Him. Go." She glared. "Tick-tock, sister dear. Tick. Tock."
As her vision began to blur Artemis locked her gaze with Jade's.
The professional assassin wavered, her conflict visible on her unmasked face. She came to a decision.
"You pathetic idiot," Jade hissed, but she scooped Artemis into her arms and dashed back to the trap door.
She overrode the lock with her code and pulled it open. Kid Flash took her hand and clambered out with a squelch of effort.
"Right," he said as he shook himself off and stood up. His eyes widened. "What did you-!"
"My suicidal sister did this to herself, moron!" Jade hissed. "Get her treated in time, or I swear-,"
Kid Flash didn't stick around, he just scooped up Artemis and started running.
"Babe. It really wasn't worth it," he murmured as he raced, having heard enough in his prison to get the gist. "What were you thinking?"
"Hmn… Don't worry," Artemis said sleepily, and KF started running faster. "I think I missed the artery by a bit."
"Yeah, let's not take any chances with that," he answered as they reached the emergency room entrance. "Hey, we need a doctor here, stat!"
… … …
"Thanks for helping me out," Robin hissed as they caught their breath on a rooftop several blocks away, "but why didn't you call for help?!"
"I tried!" Jason complained immediately. "The lines were down or something! No one answered, dipshitface!"
"That…" Robin's mind worked quickly. "This is not asterous, and heavy on the dis. Rusts! We need-! Let me try," he said desperately.
Images still cycled through his head, of his parents, of Johnny, Uncle Richard, and Aunt Karla, the blood-
Robin shoved away the memories of his mom's skull, his aunt's twisted neck, and he got to work.
The channels were all shut down by Watchtower command programs.
"I fucking told you! What do we do now?" Jason demanded. Ever since he'd set the incendiaries on that robot, giving Robin enough room to finish it with freeze capsules for thermal stress fatigue, he'd been quivering with something, and his breaths were short. Too short.
"Calm down. We need to find the nearest Zeta Tube," Robin determined, slowly putting a hand on Jason's shoulder. "Stay traught, okay?"
Jason didn't flip out at the touch, so that was a good sign, but Robin's fingers were trembling, which was bad.
"What if those are down too? That can happen, right?" Jason challenged, hunkering in on himself anxiously.
"Even if we can't use the Zeta Tube," Robin assured him, "it'll still be intact, so I can take its spare parts to boost my signal and hack the system."
The nearest Zeta Tube wasn't far away, but it still took too long to get there, looking over their shoulders for more Shadows or androids.
"There," Robin hissed after opening a panel. He hacked and he fiddled and he rearranged wires and when he put it all together… "A signal!"
<I've got someone! > Hissed a familiar voice as they connected. Robin's eyes widened behind his domino.
"Ba- Batgirl? This is Robin, what's the situation, where are you?"
<In Baton Rouge. >
<We've been tricked into a trap; it's a damn ambush, > Bumblebee added. <That Snapper guy lied to us! >
"Snap-! …Oh no," Robin groaned. Images flickered in his head again, but this time, the bodies weren't the Flying Graysons.
"Fucker! Can't trust anyone, can you?" Jason observed bitterly.
"Not when the Light specializes in mind-control, no," Robin reminded him sharply. "Right. Okay. Stay whelmed. Situation?"
<We're in someone's home, so we can't teleport out via the Globe of Transportation. That, or there are wards up, > Batgirl reported.
<We got locked in a sealed room, steel doors and stuff, plus they're pumping in knockout gas, > Bumblebee elaborated.
<Luckily, they didn't take us seriously, > Batgirl finished, <so we could put on our breathing masks. We cannibalized a security camera and some other gadgetry for spare parts, but no luck in getting the door open yet. >
"If you've got the Globe, where's Ferris? Or any of the others?" Robin asked.
<I dropped Ferris off in Seattle to visit a military hospital for some "spike" stuff that's probably a trap, > Batgirl reported.
<We also picked up news stations sayin' that Superman's shot and bleeding in Metropolis, > Bumblebee added anxiously.
<I bet the other Justice League members are being targeted too. Can Snapper listen in on us? >
"He could, but I'd be able to tell if the lines were active at the Watchtower, and they're all off right now," Robin answered. He bit his lip. "Let me do some adjustments and see if anyone else is free to reach you, or if they've locked us out of the Zeta Tube system."
They had neither been locked out, nor, Robin discovered once he and Jason were back at Mount Justice, were they the only ones to escape.
<Artemis was bleeding bad from what she did to get me out, so she's in the hospital, > Kid Flash reported quickly, <but I can still run alright. >
"We'll need you at Baton Rouge to free the girls," Robin decided. "I'm sending the co-ordinates now."
<See you soon, speedster, > Bumblebee teased. <And give Artemis a get-well kiss. >
<I'm on it. Be there in a flash. >
"Asterous!" Robin announced as another channel opened up. "Superboy, are you still free? We're being ambushed! Where's Miss Martian?"
<I just pulled M'gann away from Parasite and started an electrical fire, > Superboy reported. <She's out of it, but I think she's unharmed. >
<Dude, how did they try to trap you? > KF wondered over the rush of wind.
<They had something called Gold Kryptonite and a Red Inferno knockoff, > Superboy reported. <It-, >
"It wipes out Kryptonian powers for some long span of time, or even permanently! Batman told me after New Year's Eve," Robin finished quickly. "Are you depowered now? How did you escape?"
<Do you know what happens when Nth metal meets Kryptonite? >
"Nnnno…" Robin said slowly.
<It's not pretty. I should probably have checked if I killed that guy, but… I… didn't really want to know. >
<I'm… not saying that's… when you tell the Justice League, you should probably say you "prioritized Miss Martian," > BG suggested.
<How bad we talking about? > Karen asked with morbid interest.
<The explosion when I punched the- punched it, the kryptonite on the armor's chest plate... I got thrown back through a wall or two. If it hadn't restored my invulnerability -- and I still don't know how it did that -- I'd have broken a lot of bones, and the other guy got off worse than me. >
<Can we not talk about this? > KF said weakly. Then, <I'm at your location, ladies. Get ready for a breakout. >
"I've overrode the Zeta locks for everywhere except Gotham," Robin reported, with no mention of how much he was freaking out. "BG…."
<Until you hear something specific, trust in Batman and the GCPD to have things handled. It would be on the news- Sweet freedom, thank you KF! But Robin, we would know if anything big had happened in Gotham. Batman won't go down without a fight. >
"Right. Okay, I'm staying traught," he promised, gripping Jason's hand.
"How quick can you guys get back here?" Jason demanded, gesturing violently. "We gotta take the fuckers down!"
"We need," Robin corrected, "to save the Justice League and our teammates from everyone attacking them. Preserving innocent lives always takes precedence over ruining bad guys' plans here."
<Superboy, now that we're out, if you tell me your location I can teleport to you, then to Mount Justice, > Batgirl volunteered.
<Remember to stay hydrated, > KF warned.
<I'll send them now. Robin, get a bed ready for M'gann or something, she's unconscious in her White Martian form, > Superboy warned.
Over the course of the three minutes it took everyone to assemble, Robin ran over the situation and assembled a list.
FREE: Robin – Kid Flash – Batgirl – Bumblebee – Superboy – Miss Martian (incapacitated) – Artemis (incapacitated)
KNOWN DANGER: Superman (Metropolis) – Champ Mom (Watchtower) – Snapper (Watchtower, mind controlled) – Ferris (Seattle?) – Jericho & Bela (New Zealand) – Green Arrow (Star City Zoo according to the news) – Rocket & Aqualad (Providence, struggling with a robot) – Red Arrow (something happened to him in DC) – Lantern Stewart (caught in a stadium explosion in Detroit)
UNKNOWN: everyone else
"Thaaaat's not a lot to go on," KF observed as Superboy put Miss Martian to bed for the moment.
"Yeah, but it's all we have to work with," Bumblebee agreed.
"You're forgetting Wolf and Sphere," Superboy observed as he tossed Batgirl a bottle of water.
"Both here in Mt. Justice now; I asked them to run a check for invaders as soon as they came over from Bumblebee's house," Robin answered.
"Call Sphere back; we'll need her to find Ferris," Superboy said, though he'd already pulled up the announcement system himself on the display.
"Guys, she's my friend and a great tactician, but she wouldn't forgive us if we prioritized her above the others," Robin argued.
"Yeah, Supey, Renka will flip out if we rescue her before we get Kaldur, Zee etcetera," KF agreed
"We're not prioritizing Renka, we're prioritizing Motherbox," Superboy answered shortly as Sphere rolled back in.
<bleep-beedle-weep! >
Batgirl, having had more rest more recently, was the first to get it.
"Oh! Motherbox is a better hacker than any of us, so she can access the Watchtower records and pull up location histories!"
"Asterous," Robin breathed as it clicked.
"Sphere, ya think you can find Motherbox?" Bumblebee asked.
<beedle-wing! >
No sooner said than done, Sphere pulled up a GPS location accurate down to the half-inch on a holographic display.
"Right. Everyone, grab onto me," Batgirl ordered, turning her attention to the Globe of Transportation.
"Not you," Robin told Jason, but Batgirl ignored most of the hurried argument they had in favor of searching mentally for the place.
When Ferris had first let her use it, the Terriswoman had included a brief overview of its function and what its real powers were.
Batgirl had jokingly referred to it as a crystal ball – the joke fell flat, since Ferris was unfamiliar with that stereotype – and in hindsight the redhead much preferred the older girl's description of it as a targeting system after all.
The Globe of Transportation had been made to avoid 'tele-fragging' or dumping its user into solid objects, which it accomplished partly by pulling up a mental image of the place where they would arrive before teleporting. With a little practice, Ferris had said, a user could keep the image and scroll with it across places in the world, much like scrying. Her further observation that the Globe changed sized slightly, so that it was almost always the size of the user's eyeball, had cemented the certainty that this was intentional. Either way, it was helpful in finding new places.
The location where Ferris was held did not have a threshold protecting it, or any wards. Batgirl saw what was happening-
{It Flows Throughout the World, Where One Drop is as Another}
-and slipped into the Blue with her entourage. The 'soldier' standing by didn't even have time to draw his gun before they took him.
Once Robin had checked it briefly for safety purposes, Superboy tore open the container.
"-een, eight-hundred sixteen," Ferris said and stopped. "Motherbox, real?" she gasped as her friends tore apart the cords and bindings.
<bleong! >
Without further ado, Ferris sagged, staggered over, and latched onto Superboy and KF. Her shoulders shook as she hugged them close.
"…Situation, please," she requested after taking three seconds to breathe as Superboy awkwardly rubbed her while she trembled.
"Snapper Carr's been leading the League into the Light's ambushes, probably because of mind-control, and the ones who aren't missing yet are in trouble," Robin summarized. "We need Motherbox to access the Watchtower and find where everyone is to save them."
<plindle-woong! >
"Also, if it is possible to return my investiture for metal-minds-? The mist is something," Ferris mumbled, "thus I cannot access my metal-minds."
<ding! >
"Whoa? Did it block off your… innate investiture? Steal it?" KF asked.
"I do not know," Ferris enunciated precisely, finally letting go. Bumblebee promptly glomped her, and Ferris wheezed a little in relief.
"You're… okay, right?" Superboy asked earnestly, petting her hair as he suppressed how awkward and helpless he felt seeing her like this.
"I will be," she wheezed into Bumblebee's shoulder, still shuddering.
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
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- In transition
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- She/Her
...Cheshire's head is gonna roll. No way in Hell does the Light not punish once the rest of their plans fall apart as a direct result of KF being freed. (Sure, a few other things happened too, but Cheshire's the one they have direct authority over.)
Hopefully somebody's got healing magic on standby; both Superman and Batman are gonna need it.
Hopefully somebody's got healing magic on standby; both Superman and Batman are gonna need it.
Stripes
Genre-Savvy Anti-Nihilist
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- Nizhniy Novgorod
*Squints at Bloodborne full walk through opened in neighboring tab*
Coincidences... Sometimes life literally build on them
With the mood I am in, Batman duel with Bane appears close to ritual. Yes, that was the whole intention - you need a certain degree of theatrical flourish to get the point across and make it stick... But I wonder, if it pushed it beyond physical?
And I am not speaking about morale and stress damage Bats going to get from it
Realistically speaking, and that point was already raised on SB, such relatively simple injury as broken back should be even within the capabilities demonstrated in canon YJ, not to mention expanded universe of LOD - especially with all the OCs running around
Coincidences... Sometimes life literally build on them
With the mood I am in, Batman duel with Bane appears close to ritual. Yes, that was the whole intention - you need a certain degree of theatrical flourish to get the point across and make it stick... But I wonder, if it pushed it beyond physical?
And I am not speaking about morale and stress damage Bats going to get from it
Realistically speaking, and that point was already raised on SB, such relatively simple injury as broken back should be even within the capabilities demonstrated in canon YJ, not to mention expanded universe of LOD - especially with all the OCs running around
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- Leeds
Well Ches, guess you can join Icicle Jr in the witness protection program.
Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
- Location
- Australia
Neat!
Nice of Jade to let them go....
guessing she immediately escaped to relative safety?
...also Alfred seemed rather injured....
I kinda hope he isn't the one who dies...or Bruce...
Nice of Jade to let them go....
guessing she immediately escaped to relative safety?
Might be interesting if thats the case...With the mood I am in, Batman duel with Bane appears close to ritual. Yes, that was the whole intention - you need a certain degree of theatrical flourish to get the point across and make it stick... But I wonder, if it pushed it beyond physical?
And I am not speaking about morale and stress damage Bats going to get from it
...also Alfred seemed rather injured....
I kinda hope he isn't the one who dies...or Bruce...
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- Leeds
I think we know Captain Atom is the dead one.
Stripes
Genre-Savvy Anti-Nihilist
- Location
- Nizhniy Novgorod
"Not dead if there is no body" (c) immortal credo of Comics Readers.
No, lower legs does not count
- Location
- Leeds
Were there even feet there of did we just get his shoes? 🤔"Not dead if there is no body" (c) immortal credo of Comics Readers.
No, lower legs does not count
Maybe he just did a team rocket.
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- texas
We got shoes with feet still inside.
- Location
- Canada, probably
Yeah, she was forced into a binary decision. Your sister's life, or your job, Jade; choose one.
She's pretty good at denial, but it'll be hard to forget that she chose her sister.
Obloquy
CrossMyHeart And HopeToDie, StickANeedleInMyEye
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- the Physical Realm
1) She's not sufficiently sure how her non-Feruchemy abilities (including the ALE bits) work to immediately try them, and even when she previously tried them she usually tapped identity, etc., to use them.
2) Feruchemy requires physical metal-minds that are in contact with her physical flesh-and-blood body. The 'strict bio-chemical basis' thing is not 100% accurate, no, but it is functionally correct for these purposes, and Ferris maybe managing to work through it after a few hours doesn't really help her when she'd be in transit to Apokolips by that point.
3) RAFO
4) Ambushes can handle individual members, but the Justice League cooperating and calling in backup is exactly why the Light had to target the entire JL at once and add in a lot of havoc as a smokescreen, yeah.
Noted and noted.
Like that.
RAFO for the first part. Beyond that, who has access to healing magic in LOD? There's some, but it's not exactly common.
Bane wouldn't/couldn't have deliberately made it a ritual... but he was grandstanding a lot in potentially important ways. Beyond that, RAFO.*Squints at Bloodborne full walk through opened in neighboring tab*
Coincidences... Sometimes life literally build on them
With the mood I am in, Batman duel with Bane appears close to ritual. Yes, that was the whole intention - you need a certain degree of theatrical flourish to get the point across and make it stick... But I wonder, if it pushed it beyond physical?
And I am not speaking about morale and stress damage Bats going to get from it
Realistically speaking, and that point was already raised on SB, such relatively simple injury as broken back should be even within the capabilities demonstrated in canon YJ, not to mention expanded universe of LOD - especially with all the OCs running around
On the flip side, it'll be hard to forget that Artemis made her choose, too.